Last night I fetched up those basic GWT tables-- Top Pages, Top Searches-- cut back to "web"* and was hit in the face with a solid page of red two-digit numbers.
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Fer ### sake, google. I'm too small to get panstipated or whatever the verb is. Pick on someone your own size.
Ignorance is bliss. I should stop looking up the ### thing and concentrate on getting my art-studio director to write up the twelve paragraphs that I need in order to mount the site that has been under construction since May. I've already done a bunch of decision-making on my ownsome, including picture selection, but I flatly refuse to write this final set of blurbs. (Rewrite, possibly, if she tells brazen untruths about me. Another four are about people I see face-to-face every week. Nuh-uh, not touching those.)
This is, please note, someone who's been saying for years that having a www site for the studio is a long-standing dream. Uhm, wake up. Your cat has a web site. I finally got exasperated, coughed up $9.95 or whatever it was to register a domain name, and parked it next door. Assorted robots visit on a regular basis. Surprisingly, only one of them headed straight for the roboted-out directory, enticingly linked from the front page.
Got a nasty feeling there are at least six e-books waiting for me to pick them up. That's in addition to the six that I actually have picked up and am assiduously avoiding. Have to figure out how to sneak around the No Scripting rule, because parts of Tristram Shandy just cry out for it. Yes, OK, so I'll make a babified alternative version for auto-conversion into five different e-book reader formats, four of which will be as dead as BetaMax in a few years' time.
Over the weekend, I was so desperate to avoid Real Work, I waxed the hardwood floor in the hall. It looks pretty. Maybe one of these weeks I'll ask the vacuum cleaner if it has recovered from its Thermal Cutoff sulks.
* With the exception of heraldic lions, image searches are
#1 people looking for pictures to hotlink to
or
#2 candidates for <cue Obi-Wan Kenobi voice>Move along. These aren't the pictures you're looking for</voice>.