Fun With the Referrer Log!

I haven’t done this in a while because there just haven’t been as many howlingly odd referrals for a while.

I sense something afoot here—several folks have noticed a downturn in hits in May, and my own non-corroborated-with-anybody-else, or-for-that-matter-the-subject-of-the-speculation-itself theory is that Google has tweaked their search algorithm a bit—it has in the past given more weight to sites which had many current links, which tended to be bloggers. This might have had a bad effect for everyday folks searching for normal stuff, (or abnormal stuff, as the case may be) who kept getting someone’s blog site instead of useful information on such things as toasters or vacuum cleaners or Tijuana donkey shows.

My supposition is that an adjustment has been made to make sure a returned result comes closer to actually answering the query, and that the search terms are closer together in the sites that get returned. Google always seemed to have a marvelous Maureen Dowd quality that was able to extract information for the horribly deviant pervgoogler sorts by picking out individual terms from widely spaced portions of your blog that individually had no icky connotations, but which taken together make you the only search result for “Nicosia escort girls”.

Anyway, although I enjoy random hit traffic as much as anyone else, not having so many alternative lifestyle sorts who want to do things to me with a whip and a spatula is probably for the better.

So then, for what it’s worth, here are what little bit of interesting stuff we’ve had come across the wire the past day or two:

First up: advocates for irene adler. Obviously, someone wanting to check out the work of a famous published author!

Next, the scourge of indian juggling Clubs. You know, in this day and age you would think folks would get tired of Indian juggling, but the fact that there are now even CLUBS which cater to this horrible practice is just sickening.

Speaking of sickening, there’s this one: roadkill opossum pictures. Here you go, ya sicko. (Hint—it’s the one on top.)

Next, home maintenance-- unreachable hair plug in washing machine. A plug just for unreachable hair? A plug for hair that’s unreachable? A plug-in washing machine for unreachable hair? A big wad of nasty soapy hair stuck in the very back of your washing machine? Whatever it is, we ain’t got it. Check next door.

Now then, I make fun of folks sometimes, but I try not to be too mean to folks who just wander in out of nowhere, but sometimes my mockery button is pushed a bit too hard-- John and Flour Forsyte in The forsyte saga of the new spin off. You mean you can get FORSYTE right, and you can’t get “Jon and Fleur”?! Oh well, you were probably looking for this website from PBS. Jon and Fleur. Jon and Fleur.

So see, not too many oddities in the mix.

On other matters of Internettery, it should be of no small note that after MONTHS of agonizingly hard work, Possumblog has FINALLY worked its way up to the level of being a Marauding Marsupial! I remember those terrible, terrible times when what you are reading was nothing but an unreachable hair plug. ::sigh:: This sure makes it all worth it, now doesn’t it?

Next up, the new Blogger home page is here, which is such a wonderful thing. Rah. Rah. Rah. Blogger. Yea.

It is sorta nice in that it does have a new update page that is pinged when you publish, something like the one for Weblogs.com. Rah. When I become the sole remaining person using Blogger and Blogspot, this might be useful.

Finally, a shout out to fellow jackbooted thug Charyl over at The Colorado Compound. She somehow stumbled across Possumblog surfing around looking for possum roadkill pi…something else, and decided to add me onto her blogroll. So, hey, there!

All for now, folks...stay tuned!

[This was finished earlier today, and I just now got a chance to post it—I’m still full of work stuff to have to get done. ::sigh::]
posted by Terry at 4:58:00 PM