I spend far too much time looking at web stats. I know who hits from where, when – for most of my regular readers, anyway. I know who’s in NYC and who’s in DC; who’s in NO and who’s in what part of TX; I know who’s on the peninsula and who’s in KC and […]
I spend far too much time looking at web stats.
I know who hits from where, when – for most of my regular readers, anyway. I know who’s in NYC and who’s in DC; who’s in NO and who’s in what part of TX; I know who’s on the peninsula and who’s in KC and who’s in AZ; I know who’s in belgium, who’s in the UK and who’s in the Great White North.
There are a few that puzzle me though.
For example – who’s that in Beverly Hills? I’ve seen you here a few times.
Who’s the reader in San Jose, CA, who was reading my decmeber archives for almost an hour today?
Who’s the one on Irvine who spent three hours on my writing blog?
Who are the people who visit from strange places and never say a word? A blogger has to wonder. When readers slip in and out almost silently, leaving only a hit counter’s trace behind, who are they?