Appeal to lurkers

A little while back I appealed for answers … why were so many people searching for - I daren’t mention them by name again for the flurry of electrical activity it might cause – a cartoon character with wild hair and her dog? I didn't get any answers then. It hasn't abated either and every day I get 8-15 hits from those search words.

I am vacillating between the idea that I am being teased and the prospect of having a nervous breakdown.

Today, apart from alerting potential jesters to my mental state, I am here for another appeal. I get many hits (and reads) from people who don’t leave a comment and I am wondering…

Who are you? Do you come here regularly to read? Please drop in and say hello. I’d love to know who you are so that I can say hello.

(Don’t be scared away if you don’t want to introduce yourselves … I was once a long time lurker myself. You are still welcome.)

More stats

Did you see this in the news? Europeana an online digital library, opened recently… and then it crashed as ten million hits an hour – twice more than expected – proved too much for its servers.

According to a quote on the BBC, “Thousands of users were searching for the words 'Mona Lisa' at the same time."

This has caused me considerable worry as my own stats escalate out of control with people from all over the world searching for ‘Crystal Tips and Alistair’ pictures.

And then there’s Angie’s comment, here, about all the ‘Friday bum fun.’ Heaven only knows what impact that’s going to have on my statistics.

You know what? I’m thinking of making it a regular slot: Friday Bum Fun.

What do you think?

Stats madness

Just what is going on?

I’d almost come to terms with the fact that everyone who chanced upon my blog does so through searching for ‘large spiders’ (why large? Why not big?) There are no big or large spiders here (well apart from here) and then there was that bit of Colin Firth action, here and here. And I could understand that because some people have him a google wotsit that pings him into their inbox when something's written about him.

But now, NOW, it’s all Crystal Tips and Alistair. Why? Why?

Please… will one of you tell me why everyone’s searching for them? Why? WHY?

Uhm, why?

Why did I think it was a good idea?

Why did I think, when I am about to come to England to see family and friends that it was a good idea to get my hair cut?

Why when I’m about to meet blog friends with only the vaguest idea of what I look like, did I think it was a good idea to go to a new, different hairdresser?

If my hair were a person, it would have special needs.

If my hair had heroes, it would be Professor Trelawny and Crystal Tips from ‘Crystal Tips and Alistair’ (Alistair is the dog. Obviously. The dog has sensible hair.)





















If someone was wishing not to offend me, they would call my hair interesting. Or big.

Why didn’t I realise going to the hairdresser after wearing a helmet at go-karting that pasted my hair attractively to my scalp, that the hairdresser would get the wrong impression of my hair?

Why, when the hairdresser told me it needed some body cut into it, did I not run as fast as possible screaming from the scissors?

Please. Please, if I meet you in England, don’t mention my hair.