:: sell-out ::
I have a little confession to make. I've been spying on you. That's right. You.
I remember sitting in our living room a few months ago and discovering the glories of The Stat Counter. These tricky little internet devices don't just roll numbers anymore; they also tell you the geographic location of the people who are on your site, the number of times a person comes, how long they spent viewing which pages, etc. And I thought "how invasive!" I like to think that where I go on the internet is only known to me. Apparently, I like to be wrong.
Anyways, that's not the point. The point is I've been philosophically against having one of these kinds of stat counters... until this week. (This is where the sell-out part comes in.) For 22 hours and 17 minutes, I knew exactly who was visiting my quiet little corner of this not-so-private world. You're allowed to feel violated right now. But the truth is, I think I was much more taken with you than you ever have been with me. It intrigued me to see those changing statistics. In fact, it fascinated me so much that I knew I couldn't keep it. Not only did I decide that I don't need to know, I also don't have enough hours in the day to keep up with how many hours in your day are or are not being spent here.
So until I am mature enough to handle the sucking-in-powers of the stat counter, happy anonymous reading.
I remember sitting in our living room a few months ago and discovering the glories of The Stat Counter. These tricky little internet devices don't just roll numbers anymore; they also tell you the geographic location of the people who are on your site, the number of times a person comes, how long they spent viewing which pages, etc. And I thought "how invasive!" I like to think that where I go on the internet is only known to me. Apparently, I like to be wrong.
Anyways, that's not the point. The point is I've been philosophically against having one of these kinds of stat counters... until this week. (This is where the sell-out part comes in.) For 22 hours and 17 minutes, I knew exactly who was visiting my quiet little corner of this not-so-private world. You're allowed to feel violated right now. But the truth is, I think I was much more taken with you than you ever have been with me. It intrigued me to see those changing statistics. In fact, it fascinated me so much that I knew I couldn't keep it. Not only did I decide that I don't need to know, I also don't have enough hours in the day to keep up with how many hours in your day are or are not being spent here.
So until I am mature enough to handle the sucking-in-powers of the stat counter, happy anonymous reading.
posted by :: mandy :: at
11:33 AM
2 Comments:
What stat counter were you using? I sold out long ago, but I couldn't find one for free that does all of those wonderful things that you say it does.
Oh, then you clearly need a better stat counter! I used statcounter.com..... although rumor has it that goodcounter is even better.
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