First, I was wrong in my last post. After much scrolling I verified that my Wix anniversary is April 14 not April 15.
So I had a huge (by my standards) amount of activity here for a few weeks. Except not. I don’t know. Wix analytics do not make sense. I spend much of my working day elbow-deep in spreadsheets and I really can’t make sense of the analytics here.
So a lot of post views for several weeks. The analytics report of most-viewed posts sorted by most views to fewest shows maybe a dozen posts with three views, quite a lot with two views, and another goodly amount with one view. When I scroll there the list of posts I see a few with 5-14 views.
There is absolutely no traffic on my site despite the views. So people (not sure who or how often) got to many of my posts without touching my site. Like over half of my posts have at least one view — according to the number of views listed for each post, but not in analytics.
None of which matters because all viewing stopped. My site and post activity line graphs all flatlined.
I am very curious who was reading. And how they found whatever they found. And where they went. And was all of the viewing just a few people coming often or lots of people just reading one or two posts.
Data without context is worst than meaningless; it’s frustrating. It looks like you’re getting information, but there’s no substance, nothing to hold onto.
As always, none of that was really what I wanted to spend the most time on today. It was just supposed to be a few quick thoughts.
Yeah, I don’t know why I still believe myself when I say that.
Today is May 3rd, my wee demon’s birthday. She is a big girl 6 today. Happy birthday, Torii.
Tomorrow is May 4th. Star Wars Day. I probably won’t post tomorrow. (I seem to be actually writing things down here maybe once every two weeks or so. What’s wrong with me?) So here’s a recent SW convo I had.
Well, not really.
Here’s a recent SW mansplaining that I was subjected to.
I visited Bestie last weekend. We originally had a whole big thing planning for Saturday that fell through but we entertained ourselves and had a grand time. We were in her craft room / chill zone. We had just switched from RuPaul All-Stars to a news weekly recap because even tho we’re in our 50s we still know how to par-tay. Bestie’s partner came in and we talked about the main news that week: Trump.
And then Bestie’s partner went into a long rambling pointless (and this is me saying that) thing
Warning: If you have not seen Star Wars episodes 1-3 there are spoilers ahead. And if you are a Star Wars fan, especially a Clone Wars era fan, well, just stop here. Seriously. For your own sanity.
about the Star Wars prequels and Empress Amidala (twitch) in the senate and the old guy and how everyone loved him (twitchtwitch) and he was so kind but only Yoda and a few of the Jedi knew (twitchtwitch) he was really this evil bad guy Palpatine (twitchtwitch tic) then this Sith Palpatine (spasm) gave this special order like order 134 (twitchtwitchtwitch) so the stormtroopers killed all (tic twitch) of the Jedi because you see they had been working with the Jedi until this special order 134 (twitch tic spasm twitch) and . . .
And he eventually stopped talking (after saying “order 134” several times). Possibly mid-sentence. My brain diverted all activity between itself and my ears. Bestie’s partner is somewhere on the neurodivergent spectrum, (but he only ever self-diagnosed then quickly self-undiagnosed and says he absolutely is not. He is. Really he is.) Fortunately for me whatever he is he cannot read nonverbal reactions worth a damn. Even so, I had to stop listening because I was close to such extreme twitchy tics that even he might pick up on them.
Order 134.
twitchtwitchtwitchtwitchtwitchtwitchtwitchtwitchtwitchtwitchtwitchtwitchtwitchtwitchtwitchtwitchtwitchtwitch
I really wanted to shut down that whole blathering nonsense and the man behind it. But . . . he was trying very hard to join in and be part of things. Yes, he sucks at it, and again this is from me, Miss Awkward 1986. And per Bestie he’s been a right bastard for several months because there’s these emotion things happening to him and he cannot correctly identify let alone process an emotion. Any emotion.
So do I correct Mr. Mansplainer and send him slinking back to the shadows, hopefully having learned to keep his nonsense to himself especially when up against an expert in the field? Or do I insulate in a cocoon of SW canon, allowing the poor idiot boy to feel a positive feel?
Gah.
I chose acceptance.
Which sounds warm and lovely except that I also taught (well, reinforced) him that it’s okay for him to interrupt women and orate on any subject even if he knows very very very little about it because he has unfortunate dangly bits in his jeans and will get all pissy and hateful if sent packing.
So Happy Star Wars Day (tomorrow).
p.s. It’s order 66 you infantile moron.
p.p.s. Amidala was Queen of Naboo (an elected position) in Ep 1, then a Senator until her death in Ep 3. Almost none of the Jedi realized Palpatine — who was not universally beloved as Chancellor — was a Sith. Yoda, Mace, and others often disagreed not so much with his politics but with how he went about things (i.e. ordered them around like the Jedi were his personal minions). Pre-Disney film and pre-Disney book canon varied on who figured out what when. I don’t know the new canon well so I can’t speak to it. The clone troopers and ARCs were not called stormtroopers at the time of order 66. Not all of the Jedi die in order 66.
Okay, I feel better. Thank you for letting me get that out.
p.p.p.s. If anyone has missed my rantings about Kentucky weather: today’s weather is humidity. Humidity is usually a factor in a weather forecast not an actual weather condition. But that’s where we are. It’s either raining, just about to rain, or just letting up. So if you’re outside and it is raining, outside and it is not raining right at this exact moment, or inside (where I really hope it isn’t raining), you are sweaty. There are starfish in tide pools dryer than I was after grocery shopping.
p.p.p.p.s. Neither dryer nor drier looks correct. I’m overthinking and need to just walk away.
Also (because I’m not typing another p.s. it was fun at first but I gotta stop) this was fun. I need to do this again. Seriously what is my problem lately?
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