Hello dear reader(s)!
Stats. We all know them, we all love them. We love to see if anyone chooses to read our crap. We love to analyze the patterns and try to figure out who it might be that is blog-stalking us and why they routinely read certain posts and whether or not we think they are crushing on us (No, just me?), and we all like to wonder if what we write is actually worthwhile to anyone but us. Stats can help us figure that out.
As much as I hate marketing, and all of that, and am not in it for the followers and page views, I must admit it’s nice to see the one or two posts I am particularly proud of get viewed. And although I am not in it for the followers, it is flattering to know that people are so masochistic that they choose to not only occasionally read my drivel, but occasionally even hit that follow button allowing me to show up regularly on their Reader until they abandon their blogs altogether as at least half of the people I once followed and those who have followed me have done.
So even though the amount of followers is a fake number, and even though it is not all that meaningful, it is really an honor to know that anyone has, let alone 1,000 on WordPress alone.
Yesterday, apparently, I hit the big 1,000. Which is much larger than the mini 1,000 and is also available in candy rose gold and has a nifty new 84.7 megapixel camera. I thank everyone who has decided that my little blog-type-thing is worthy of congesting up your Reader feed.
I apologize to my new followers, and all my previous followers for not blogging yesterday. I went to SeaFair to see the Blue Angels. I would post pictures, but the view I had was crap, despite paying to get to what I thought would be a good vantage point. I’ve seen them closer for free, and can’t believe that the closeness of the jets and their tricks wasn’t more directed to those who paid a fortune to see them.
I did some other cool air stuff. There was one biplane that was particularly awesome and he at least was seeming to put on his show for us instead of the yachts and the people along I-90.
I took the bus to the light rail, then to a PACKED shuttle, then to a park. I thought it would be like any other event where you just watch them from the park. Like you can do for free at any other park around Lake Washington but they don’t have shuttles to. Like you can can at those parks for free and get better views. But instead, I got dumped onto this little shitty spot of crowded beach in the shadow of the grandstands with a view way too far and mostly obscured by trees from where the best action was. There were way too many people, it was standing room only, and it was just plain stupid. I don’t give a damn about hydro races, thank you. I came for the blue angels and SeaFair has no way to make that worthwhile unless you happen to have a boat or live somewhere close thanks to all the crappy traffic and lack of parking. On top of that, my stomach really dropped and that is never fun when you’re on transit for a couple of hours.
At any rate, it wasn’t all bad. I did get to see them, and did see a cool air show that didn’t consist of them even if that wasn’t my intention. I guess it was just disappointing, considering I have seen them closer, doing cooler things, with less hassle, less crowds, and oh yeah…for free.
In fact, yesterday was the perfect microcosm of how I feel about Seattle anymore. Cool things all around, but such an expensive, unlivable nightmare that it isn’t even worth it.
No place is going to be perfect, but when you start thinking you would even be happier in Reno, NV as long as you could keep away from the strung-out meth fuckers and the rednecks…it is probably time for a change. Lucky for me, change may be on the horizon. Along with the sunrise. And that boat over there. See?
Today I am just taking care of some things before my upcoming travel. Travel that could well determine the future of my time here in the attle of the Sea. But one thing is certain, wherever I may roam, I will always be thankful for all of my virtual blog-type-friends and everyone who has honored me so much by following this crap.
We now return you to your regularly scheduled Sunday, and Matlock marathon, already in progress.