That'll Teach Me

My Site Meter addiction (and everyone had me pegged for a closet alcoholic. Ha! I'm not that interesting!) just bit me in the ass. About every single hit is due to an images.google search. No big deal, I figure they're looking for naked pictures of Angelina Jolie, and who isn't? Anyway, someone finally found me through a plain old google search, "post evisceration eye" or some such. So of course I have to go check it out, 'cause how bad can it be? Maybe it's something I ought to be writing about. God knows I need a topic that doesn't deal with my people's psychotic episodes, and NO ONE wants to read about graphing polynomial functions, which is the only other thing I have going for me. So I google it too. Fuck puppets! Geez! They only googled one of my all time biggest fears, at least since Jamie almost stabbed me in the eye with a pencil that one time. I managed to not check my stats for a good four days, since they started plummeting like a rock since I realized this isn't a popularity contest, and I should be happy to have a medium that lets extended family (and that resident of Hammersmith [possibly the coolest metal band name never to be used]) know how I'm doing. Luckily I didn't stumble across a site about something really scary like locust plagues, or this post would have been much, much more retarded.