3,100 Hits Equals How Many Lurkers?
Some of us would sure like to know. You can count the number of non-lurkers on one hand; they probably account for 100 of the hits in total. Using that as a rule of thumb, it would seem that there are about 150 lurkers as of even date.
OK, I know who a few of them are. There's Joanne Bouknight, and Ed Krumeich, and even my nutty ex-wife's even nuttier ex-lawyer. But that still leaves a host of lurkers unaccounted for.
Let's imagine, dear reader, who some of these lurkers might be. There's you, of course: the archetypal "dear reader" so often addressed in these pages. Then there's the Christ Church crowd, who always seem to be au courant of the recital postings. And, of course, the Greenwich High School crowd, who check in to see what your scribe has written about their latest concert.
Then there is, one suspects, the Town Hall crowd, who want to stay abreast of the ins and outs of local politics and associated shenanigans. There is probably a group of curiosity-seekers, wanting to hear the latest oddments about local murders, indictments, parades, concerts, and other assorted happenings around Town.
Oh, and let's not forget the cops, who masochistically tune in to read the latest rant about their malfeasances and nonfeasances. They have provided much of the juicier fodder for these posts, and without their contributions to the local scene, this would be a much duller blog.
And then there's the yellow press in Town, who, in between killing trees to make paper on which to publish their usually erroneous stories, seem to find time to check in on what your scribe may have to offer in the realm of more factual reporting. They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, but there are certain types by whom your scribe would rather not be flattered, of which yellow journalists rank near the top. Unfortunately, blog readers, like one's family, cannot be chosen. One is stuck with the good, the bad, and the ugly alike; it's all part of the human condition.
Well, undoubtedly there are other categories, as well as individuals who defy categorization. Some may actually enjoy your scribe's breezy style, and are working even as we speak on sharpening their writing skills. Who knows what motives may lurk in the hearts of lurkers? But at least we've made a start, dear reader, in analyzing where all those hits are coming from, and as more information becomes available, you can look for future updates in these pages.
OK, I know who a few of them are. There's Joanne Bouknight, and Ed Krumeich, and even my nutty ex-wife's even nuttier ex-lawyer. But that still leaves a host of lurkers unaccounted for.
Let's imagine, dear reader, who some of these lurkers might be. There's you, of course: the archetypal "dear reader" so often addressed in these pages. Then there's the Christ Church crowd, who always seem to be au courant of the recital postings. And, of course, the Greenwich High School crowd, who check in to see what your scribe has written about their latest concert.
Then there is, one suspects, the Town Hall crowd, who want to stay abreast of the ins and outs of local politics and associated shenanigans. There is probably a group of curiosity-seekers, wanting to hear the latest oddments about local murders, indictments, parades, concerts, and other assorted happenings around Town.
Oh, and let's not forget the cops, who masochistically tune in to read the latest rant about their malfeasances and nonfeasances. They have provided much of the juicier fodder for these posts, and without their contributions to the local scene, this would be a much duller blog.
And then there's the yellow press in Town, who, in between killing trees to make paper on which to publish their usually erroneous stories, seem to find time to check in on what your scribe may have to offer in the realm of more factual reporting. They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, but there are certain types by whom your scribe would rather not be flattered, of which yellow journalists rank near the top. Unfortunately, blog readers, like one's family, cannot be chosen. One is stuck with the good, the bad, and the ugly alike; it's all part of the human condition.
Well, undoubtedly there are other categories, as well as individuals who defy categorization. Some may actually enjoy your scribe's breezy style, and are working even as we speak on sharpening their writing skills. Who knows what motives may lurk in the hearts of lurkers? But at least we've made a start, dear reader, in analyzing where all those hits are coming from, and as more information becomes available, you can look for future updates in these pages.
posted by Bill Clark | 4/07/2007 11:04:00 AM
2 Comments:
Just a note to say, "Hi! See? No lurking!" =)
Atta girl, Erica! Now, what about the rest of you...?
Curiously enough, the lurkers have been very active recently - the "hit" count has jumped to well over 3,200 since I posted this last weekend - do you suppose I said something to agitate them?
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