2011 in review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2011 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 5,000 times in 2011. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 4 trips to carry that many people.

Click here to see the complete report.

8 Ways to Get Rich With Blog Stats

You know me, I strive to, when there is nothing to be said, not to say it.

Now there were times, last year, when I was trying to post something every day, Monday-Friday, that I violated this central tenet. Violated it hard. I didn’t like the results. And since there’s no money to be had in this, I stopped doing it. Felt if there was nothing of interest, it served no one to blather on about it. There are plenty of blogs like that.

So I find it a little amusing when I find an e-mail from WordPress in my inbox, informing me that my blog is “on fire”, at least according to the Blog Health-O-Meter, which is trademarked: 2010 in Review.

Thereafter follows some numbers to prove this claim, including the fact that I had enough readers last year to fill eight Boeing 747s. All this is a bit bewildering to me, as I realize this blog amounts to a road hump on the info superhighway.

I derive some mordant amusement from the fact that my most-read post was 7 Bizarre Ways Google Chrome Can Kill You Instantly, which is a post I deliberately titled with a newfound toy called the Linkbait Generator. I have to admit that it worked, so LOL, as the kids say. I used it again today! Can you tell?

Of course, the blow-by-blow on crapfests and other film festivals ranked well. I should hope so, as they’re most time-consuming to put together, not to mention the  time spent in Fleshspace actually experiencing the events. There will be more crapfests, and there will be more writings about them.

I could have complained how busy I was during December, but you know what? I was too busy to do that. Trying to get everything squared away at the station before I was booted out for a two-week unpaid vacation, multiple shows per week at Mystery Cafe (which helped with the unpaid vacation problem) and a long-stalled writing project got the go-ahead (which is helping the aftermath of the unpaid vacation).

I got everything I asked for Christmas. I got my wife everything she asked for. The Boy did not get everything he asked for (sorry, Alienware computers and fully-functioning lifesize Mazinger Zs are bit outside our operating budget at present), but was happy with what he got.  Then he dropped my old laptop which I had refurbished for him, destroying it, and rendering half my presents to him useless. There is a heartwarming Christmas lesson in there somewhere, but I have not been able to find it yet. All I know is I have schedule time on my own damned computer again.

The writing project continues, despite losing a writer over the holidays. I had forgotten how wearying this sort of writing-by-committee can get however, and it is rather rubbing my nose in the fact that I should be writing for myself, not others. Although the writing for others brings in a paycheck. And paychecks are good.

Boom Headshot

"But Dad, I'm about to wi - OH CRAP!"

It also means I have primary ownership over my computer by fiat. “I am working to buy you Pop-Tarts and orange juice by the gallon,” I tell the all-consuming moose in my office chair “You can blow the heads off perfect strangers at 3 in the morning, just I had to when I was your age.”

That is a lie, of course.

His mother buys the Pop-Tarts.

2010 in review

The stats helper monkeys at WordPress.com mulled over how this blog did in 2010, and here’s a high level summary of its overall blog health:

Healthy blog!

The Blog-Health-o-Meter™ reads This blog is on fire!.

Crunchy numbers

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A Boeing 747-400 passenger jet can hold 416 passengers. This blog was viewed about 3,500 times in 2010. That’s about 8 full 747s.


In 2010, there were 109 new posts, growing the total archive of this blog to 314 posts. There were 141 pictures uploaded, taking up a total of 13mb. That’s about 3 pictures per week.

The busiest day of the year was July 28th with 55 views. The most popular post that day was 7 Bizarre Ways Google Chrome Can Kill You Instantly.

Where did they come from?

The top referring sites in 2010 were facebook.com, twitter.com, welltuncares.wordpress.com, healthfitnesstherapy.com, and Google Reader.

Some visitors came searching, mostly for pokeball, keyboard face, chrome pokeball, jazeel bullet, and drfreex.

Attractions in 2010

These are the posts and pages that got the most views in 2010.


7 Bizarre Ways Google Chrome Can Kill You Instantly June 2010


Gettin’ all Sherlock Holmes on ya June 2010


Badmoviefield Earth June 2010
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While you’re making other plans, pt. II June 2010


Info Dump: Thanksgiving Crapfest November 2010

The Strange Business of Not Being Able To Do Work

I voted yesterday, thus renewing my license to complain for another year. I love voting early. No lines, no waiting, and since I choose fairly out-of-the-way venues, no organized harassment of voters. Yet.

Or, as I put it then:

Though honestly, now that I have the new computer, I have much better things to do than watch TV, even if I was digging the new Hawaii Five-O.  The better things to do should include catching up on my writing, but I’m still cursing incompatible software and searching for replacements. I’ll be trying a new open-source graphics editor tonight, and hopefully it will allow me to carry on in peace.

Mainly: trying to find an open-source (ie., hopefully free) HTML editor so I can go back to writing reviews. I’m familiar enough with simple HTML that I could likely muddle through using a text editor and a template, but I like looking at a WYSIWYG image and pretending it’s a sheet of digital paper that I have magically conjured, complete with images. More plainly, dealing with my text in-between tags makes my head hurt.

I seem to recall taking a week to get back up to speed the last couple of times I did a forced upgrade. I mean, Good God, I got a copy of Plants vs. Zombies for my birthday, and I haven’t even played a full stage of it yet. Likely because I realize if I really let it get a hold, I’ll be playing it for hours. See also Angry Birds, which has killed my Droid battery a couple of times.

Strange days, indeed.

Archeology Solitaire

So. I’ve taken a couple of trash bag’s worth of stuff out of my crowded office and placed them by the curb. They’ve been taken to tsotchke Valhalla or wherever the garbage truck takes such things. So far, no real tragedies or instances of “Oh crap I really need that now!” Then again, my experience is that such things take a week or so to occur, when the disposal of the material is really, truly permanent.

Eventually I hope to carry this crusade into the office closet, which contains stuff so old, it will seem as if it is from another civilization, I am sure. Then I can move my video workstation – which has lain  pretty much fallow the last few year – up against the closet itself, enforcing a Cask of Amontillado-style fate for the stuff that remains in said closet, but will open up a good deal of room around my desk, and even grant access to a bookshelf that is currently closed off. And I need that bookshelf.

The triage of stuff that goes into the trash bag isn’t as brutal as it should be, but more draconian that I usually manage in such instances. There’s a lot more “Why the hell did I ever think I’d need this?” and less tolerance for obsolete technology. But dammit, I am still keeping that folding keyboard for the Handspring Visor because I think it looks cool. The extension cord for Playstation I controllers? Not so much. I also seem to have less tolerance for my own sentimentality these days.

Another trash day tomorrow, another purge tonight, dusting as I go. Yum, dust.

Man, the crap I get up to when I don’t have a computer.

Up 'n at 'em, my minions of horror!

List of Horrors

1) Nothing like waking up and discovering some idiot has exploited a security flaw in Twitter and rendered their web interface unusable.

2) Time to check out that Hootsuite people keep talking about.

3) The wireless mike I used on the Saturday shoot was futzing out intermittently, making this a bitch to edit.

4) Not trusting that newfangled crap again.

5) My wife wants me to sub for one of her teachers afternoons this week.

6) The reason I didn’t go into education is They won’t allow you to shoot one of the kids the first day to show the others you mean business.

7) I had my regular breakfast and I’m still hungry.

8) No way this ends well.

Tremors in my Force

Koike and Kojima’s Path of the Assassin is just as good as I’d hoped it would be. I’m taking it slowly, as I only have the first two books, and won’t be able to hit the library to get more until next Tuesday, at the earliest. Utilizing the system’s on line catalog, I see where I can get up to volume 6, but the others are either on hold or “under review”. Until about vol. 12 of 15, when they open up again. Stuff of this quality is worth waiting for.

Disturbing thingie of the day, yesterday: friend of mine from way back int heater days posted photos on Facebook of a show we did back in 1984, a dismal production of Joe Orton’s What the Butler Saw. It simply wasn’t any good, universally savaged, I was complete shit, blah blah blah. One of the photos though, gave me pause, thinking Who the heck is that? And then the realization: Holy crap, that’s me!

Yep. Quarter of a century ago. I had been on a diet which worked pretty well, but the most important part of the puzzle was that my day job involved eight hours of physical labor a day in a two-story warehouse with no elevator or air conditioning. In short, I was down to probably my best weight ever, about 130-140 pounds. My head looks huge.

I also had an astounding amount of hair.

There’s not much in the plans for this weekend. I won’t get to see the previews for my wife’s shows; Sunday is sold out and, although I wasn’t going to have a show Saturday, a group called in asking if one was possible, so now I do have work Saturday, thank the Lord. I paid the August electric bill last night, producing a sound in my bank account not unlike the formation of a black hole.

Oh, wait, there was another disturbing thing:  while scanning the local news sites for story leads, I found one about a reported incident of masturbation at a local movie theater. The story only indicates that this took place in “theater #17”, but not what movie was playing there. Pulling up the theater’s schedule, I had many comical possibilities, like Nanny McPhee or Toy Story 3, but after that? I guess the best possibilities are Eat Pray Love, or Salt? Then you get into the really disturbing possibilities, like Piranha or The Expendables.

At least, for the sake of my sanity, Machete hadn’t opened yet.