Working for The Weekend [refrain]
Every few weeks on a Friday afternoon Postmodern Sass quits work early to thank her readers for reading, and shares some of their email messages and other tidbits with you.
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I must have installed the Statcounter code incorrectly, way back when, because for every visitor it said "No referring URL." Which, it occurred to me last week, was possible, though not likely. (No one ever finds Postmodern Sass's blog by clicking on a link from somewhere? Hmn...)
So I re-installed it, and a whole new pile of fun has opened up to me. These are just some of the things that people have been searching for, that led them to my blog:
So I don't know where that search ended up, but here's my guess at the stories the other searches led to:
Bwah, ha ha ha ha!
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What's black and white and re(a)d all over? Postmodernes Sprachspielen, apparently. Someone whose I/P address indicates they're from the University of Chicago Press — I'm not sure whether that's a publisher, or a school newspaper; I/P addresses don't tell you much — has been reading my blog lately. I mean, a lot. Pages and pages of it. Which is terribly flattering, but I wish you'd say hello!
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Thanks to Brian G., of no fixed blog address, for the postmodern email zen.
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And finally, to all of you, my Gentle Readers, who for whatever reason enjoy my stories of the mundane, I present this link to the Carnival of the Mundane.
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Click here to sing the next chorus of "Working for the Weekend" with Postmodern Sass.
I must have installed the Statcounter code incorrectly, way back when, because for every visitor it said "No referring URL." Which, it occurred to me last week, was possible, though not likely. (No one ever finds Postmodern Sass's blog by clicking on a link from somewhere? Hmn...)
So I re-installed it, and a whole new pile of fun has opened up to me. These are just some of the things that people have been searching for, that led them to my blog:
memorial dovesThat last one really puzzles me. I've mentioned Tim Bray in my stories, and I've been known to say fuck from time to time, but I've never written about anyone named Stephanie, real or imagined.
pee so bad
hangover food
Meisterstuck
Carrie and Big
Truffula trees
Elizabeth Montgomery naked photo
unpack your adjectives
boys are stupid
fuck stephanie bray
So I don't know where that search ended up, but here's my guess at the stories the other searches led to:
memorial dovesAnd yes, I appreciate the postmodern reflexivism inherent in the fact that having repeated these search phrases twice on this page makes it more likely that these searches will find Postmodern Sass.
pee so bad
hangover food
Meisterstuck
Carrie and Big
Truffula trees
Elizabeth Montgomery naked photo
unpack your adjectives
boys are stupid
Bwah, ha ha ha ha!
What's black and white and re(a)d all over? Postmodernes Sprachspielen, apparently. Someone whose I/P address indicates they're from the University of Chicago Press — I'm not sure whether that's a publisher, or a school newspaper; I/P addresses don't tell you much — has been reading my blog lately. I mean, a lot. Pages and pages of it. Which is terribly flattering, but I wish you'd say hello!
Thanks to Brian G., of no fixed blog address, for the postmodern email zen.
And finally, to all of you, my Gentle Readers, who for whatever reason enjoy my stories of the mundane, I present this link to the Carnival of the Mundane.
Click here to sing the next chorus of "Working for the Weekend" with Postmodern Sass.
1 Comments:
At last! A Sass post that accepts comments! The University of Chicago Press?! They publish The Chicago Manual of Style. I have a treasured copy of the 15th edition with the cover bound upside down.
Don't you just love all the style errors in this comment?!
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