Breaking down my reader

So I got real excited the other day. Out of nowhere I provoked a comment out of my reader. Can you feel my excitement? Out there, there is somebody reading my blog. Wonderful wonderful people. You feel my excitement now, doncha? So driven by this pulsating enthusiasm I signed up for google analytics so I could really start understanding what his (no I'm not a sexist, he has a male name, if you bother to check the comment) interests are. You know stuff like: "Which links does he press?", "Where does he leave my site and why? (WHY??!)" The good old clique-flow analysis. Get the basic break down of my user demographic. It feels so good just to be able to write a sentence like that. I'm not sure what it means, but it does feel wonderful to write. Can you feel my enthusiasm? Can you feel me?? Anywho, I'll let you know how it goes.

PS! So I guess I'm lying. It is all part of that 10 - 20 % lies thing. The thing is that I met my reader on the street a couple of weeks back, so I guess I already knew about him.

Meta

I had a great plan for what I was to write on Sunday (in this blog, that is), but things went terribly wrong. First I was to include this great picture taken by Andreas:

Then I was to write about how I got completely hammered Saturday night and did a lot of very (allegedly) stupid things that I could not write on the Internet for the obvious reasons. Then the plan was to conclude that I from now on should dedicate this blog to commenting the weather only. You know, to keep it safe and not say anything that could offend anybody or more importantly hurt me or my future career and stuff like that. Sorry to say I did not get hammered Saturday night, and I didn't do anything stupid. So nothing is new, really. I guess that is part one of this meta thing.

Second, I figure that I should write something about writing and all that. I've dedicated August to reading through and fixing my work so fare. It truly is a painful process. I think I am the hardest critique ever. All that once looked fresh and exciting has become old cliches and dead words. I tell you: It is no fun. It's just plain old hard work. I am looking forward to start writing on something fresh again. Two and a half weeks to go. God have mercy.

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