I wonder if Statcounter.com takes pleasure in messing with me. Granted, they probably have no idea how compulsive I have become about checking my blog statistics which they keep track of for me but still, if they can track my blog then certainly they can track me tracking my blog and they must think my behavior is peculiar and they must also know that I really can't tell much from their site (except that there are a lot of weirdos googling unusual things and probably being very disappointed with my blog when it pops up).
Why do I check it then? Because while I don't really know how to interpret the data they present I think I do. And it's like I make friends with certain IP addresses whose owners may (or may not, as it turns out) reside in the states that statcounter associates with them. Hmmm. I haven't seen triad.rr.res.167 for a while. He must have gone away for Memorial Day. I hope he had a good time. Still not back? I hope nothing happened to him. . . no. . . he's probably fine but just hates me now. And so on and so forth until I'm mourning the loss of a friendship that never really existed. I was relieved to see StateFarmInsurance back today and I hope ChurchofJesusChristofLatter-DaySaints didn't mind that I said "ath" in my last post. We're all doing the best we can, right?
It also seems like such a slap in the face for statcounter to tell me over and over that people logged into my blog for "zero seconds." Ok, so I can't sustain the interest of about 3/4 of the Times and Seasons people (et al) who click through to my blog for more than zero seconds. Do you have to rub it in? I'd just as soon think they never came as know that they left after zero seconds. Statcounter, it hurts my feelings. But it does feel good to see that someone was logged in for 12 hours--oh, that was me.