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nixyI'm sitting in the outpatient surgery waiting room vaguely grossed out by the poptart* scum coating my teeth and firmly presuming that the Mr.'s procedure** is going according to plan. We had to get up at 4:30 to be to the hospital for a 5:30 surgery wait, and since I didn't fall asleep until about 3 due to nerves, I'm just an overripe bruise or two away from zombiedom.
Unable to concentrate any longer on my book (Roberto Bolano's 2666), I poked around in my site stats. See, yesterday my site showed up on Bines, which surprised me a bit, since I didn't submit it and I was under the impression that I had to if I wanted it to appear. I originally didn't want it to show up - with one of my first posts being bloody dishes, I didn't particularly relish lectures from the easily offended, reminders to think about "the children," etc. While it's possible I was overly cautious, I did achieve my goal: I haven't received any hate mail, and I've been able to enjoy myself in relative serenity. Now that I have plenty of non-bloody content, I'd been thinking I should go ahead and submit my next update - one with new stuff - to Bines anyway.
Anyway, back to stats - unsurprisingly, having one's site show up on Bines makes a difference. Traffic about doubled, which is nice, but also makes me a little wary. As someone who experienced popularity for the first time in her mid-30s, the hassles of that condition tend to outweigh the pleasures, and I think my tolerance for attention is quite low in the first place. Still, I like sharing my stuff, I'm happy with it at worst, and often even proud of it, and if I start feeling crowded, I can just put on figurative blinders. Or go away.
Fake edit: The Mr. is out of the operating room and is fine, or as fine as one might expect of a person cut open, stirred up, and sewn shut again. I get to see him in an hour or so.
Speaking of my site, I changed things up a bit, and I'm still tweaking, but I've fixed a couple of things that people were having difficulties with. In addition, my old WCIF didn't work correctly, and I am terrible about even remembering to look at my email, much less answer it, so I've decided to do something different. I've got a link in each content post (well, about half of them atm) to a WCIF list for each. Most of the older posts don't really have anything in them besides my recolor - a wall or floor, perhaps - so the bulk of the work is done. Of course, most of the stuff is unavailable because it's my as-yet-unreleased recolors, but at least people will know, and I will not have to feel bad about not seeing people's questions.
It's just occurring to me that I outght to have tried for a nap since I probably won't get a chance to sleep until late.This is not a sleep-conducive environment, however: uncomfortable loveseats with no stretching-out room (and I'm 5'10"), two warring overhead music systems combining efforts for an atonal xmas experiment, a TV blaring the perky AM news, strangers' one-sided phone conversations, and the loud intermittent buzzing of the pagers they give to all the families. Ooh, plus now crying baby!
Okay. Enough stream of consciousnessish blather. Thank you for keeping me company while I was waiting for news from the OR :P
*the only thing resembling edible in the vending machine.
**utterly routine,for a non-life-threatening problem, but the Mr.'s first time under the knife and thus kinda scary for us.
Unable to concentrate any longer on my book (Roberto Bolano's 2666), I poked around in my site stats. See, yesterday my site showed up on Bines, which surprised me a bit, since I didn't submit it and I was under the impression that I had to if I wanted it to appear. I originally didn't want it to show up - with one of my first posts being bloody dishes, I didn't particularly relish lectures from the easily offended, reminders to think about "the children," etc. While it's possible I was overly cautious, I did achieve my goal: I haven't received any hate mail, and I've been able to enjoy myself in relative serenity. Now that I have plenty of non-bloody content, I'd been thinking I should go ahead and submit my next update - one with new stuff - to Bines anyway.
Anyway, back to stats - unsurprisingly, having one's site show up on Bines makes a difference. Traffic about doubled, which is nice, but also makes me a little wary. As someone who experienced popularity for the first time in her mid-30s, the hassles of that condition tend to outweigh the pleasures, and I think my tolerance for attention is quite low in the first place. Still, I like sharing my stuff, I'm happy with it at worst, and often even proud of it, and if I start feeling crowded, I can just put on figurative blinders. Or go away.
Fake edit: The Mr. is out of the operating room and is fine, or as fine as one might expect of a person cut open, stirred up, and sewn shut again. I get to see him in an hour or so.
Speaking of my site, I changed things up a bit, and I'm still tweaking, but I've fixed a couple of things that people were having difficulties with. In addition, my old WCIF didn't work correctly, and I am terrible about even remembering to look at my email, much less answer it, so I've decided to do something different. I've got a link in each content post (well, about half of them atm) to a WCIF list for each. Most of the older posts don't really have anything in them besides my recolor - a wall or floor, perhaps - so the bulk of the work is done. Of course, most of the stuff is unavailable because it's my as-yet-unreleased recolors, but at least people will know, and I will not have to feel bad about not seeing people's questions.
It's just occurring to me that I outght to have tried for a nap since I probably won't get a chance to sleep until late.This is not a sleep-conducive environment, however: uncomfortable loveseats with no stretching-out room (and I'm 5'10"), two warring overhead music systems combining efforts for an atonal xmas experiment, a TV blaring the perky AM news, strangers' one-sided phone conversations, and the loud intermittent buzzing of the pagers they give to all the families. Ooh, plus now crying baby!
Okay. Enough stream of consciousnessish blather. Thank you for keeping me company while I was waiting for news from the OR :P
*the only thing resembling edible in the vending machine.
**utterly routine,for a non-life-threatening problem, but the Mr.'s first time under the knife and thus kinda scary for us.