I continue to be astounded by the amount of traffic I'm getting here.

Looking through my weblogs, I see of course the traffic sent my way via google and the like, but I'm also seeing a big increase in traffic that seems to have no referrer at all.

It's what I'd see if you just had me in your favorites list, or if you just had my site name memorized.

Yesterday 213 of you came to my home page. And 182 never went any deeper into the site. I like to think that you're just checking for my latest 'blog entries and then moving on.

I know who some of you are. You're my sisters, my coworkers, my friends from wherever. People from the bar. At least one of you may be obsessed with me as I continue to see that same ISP hitting me several times each day.

My enemies. I don't know that any of you even exist, but if you do - you're checking my 'blog too.

Who the rest of you are, I have no idea. I like to think that you stumbled your way here via some obscure search, and that you liked what you read anough to become a regular reader/fan/enemy/stalker.

Many of you, I'm sure, go away disappointed. My new entries bore you, or they're not what you're looking for. But, often enough, you come back anyway.

Hey, I wonder what that Dave dipshit's brain has vomited onto the Internet today. I wonder what kind of mood he's in. I wonder if he's ever been laid in his life. I wonder what he looks like naked.

If you keep coming back, you're looking for something. So just let me know. Use the little Say Something, Dammit! form and let me know who you are and what you're looking for.

Maybe I'll try to oblige.