We Are One Year Old Today
It hardly seems possible, but we have been at this for one full year today. It seems to me, that a virtual ocean of time, has passed during this period. We have just about boxed the compass on every subject in the world, some fun, some not so fun, others just flat out ridiculous in nature with no apparent rhyme or reason.
During this period we have had 1,084,254 visitors to this site, or about 90,000+ each month which is simply incredible to me. The busiest day was on November 14th, 2008 when we had 124,711 visitors in one day. To view mainly Barack’s House, which has turned out to be our number one post for the year, with a total of 256,749 views.
We have some 5,000 links on the site and our average daily visitor count was about 3500 visits per day. During this twelve month period we put out 788 posts and had some 993 comments and the spam count was around 2400.
The email account is down this morning, the computer says that I have 11 messages, but when I access the damn thing, there isn’t anything there. I got some kind of copyright infringement message from the Cable company yesterday and they seem to think I have been transmitting bootlegged software, which is not true, and if the truth be known, I don’t even know how to transmit software.
Perhaps I have been jacked up by some kind of Russian Cyberspace Criminal empire by means of a Trojan horse program and I have been turned into some kind of Botnet transmitter of semi-legal things. Might have to hurry this post up and then sneak over to the bank site to see if I still have any money left.
It as usual, overwhelms me, I hate technology and it hates me. I just know that the coffee is good and the AdAware sez I is squeaky clean, so I am going to keep on trucking.
One thing I have been concentrating on here lately is trying “not to major in minor things” and allowing all of this external garbage to drag me down. I no longer read the Wall Street articles, but switch to the “Trout Fishermen are really smart” or something like that. I don’t want to know about all of the unemployment, hurt and pain, that seems to be pervading America at this juncture in time.
Having recently discovered that biology and behavior both help explain why depression makes adults more vulnerable to heart disease, I am doing my level best to find my happy place in life. I am a strong believe in “what you think is what you are philosophy.”
Do you realize that right now, somewhere in the world, some guy is getting ready to do himself in (suicide, kill himself) do you ever stop to think about stuff like that? I do. It isn’t all that interesting, but it does help the day pass on certain days when life seems to drag one down.
Depression can break the heart, and over a long period of time, researchers are saying about twelve years, can actually lead to heart disease. Which, if you are in your right mind, you do not want. It is easy to allow depression to drag one down, almost effortlessly on some days, so you have to keep your guard up.
I remember when I first met my wife, one day she was somewhat depressed and I told her that she would have to cheer up on her own. That I could fix about just anything in the world, everything but a broken heart, I can not fix a broken heart, I can mend it some, but it is in the end, always going to be broken.
No one can mend a broken heart. And of course, “I may not know what love truly is, but I sure know what it aint.”
Depression contributes to the risk of heart disease as much as diabetes (which I have), high cholesterol (which I have), or obesity (none of your business!). So from a biological standpoint, I am winning the lottery on this to begin with, hitting about two out of three. Then there is the constant stream of email encouragement telling me to “mellow out, or you will have a heart attack” kind of thing, which I really appreciate, all of which arrives here on a daily basis.
Got two of ’em yesterday.
Really been behind in my hauling this week, and things as usual are askew and not working to my advantage, the email is messed up, the computer is not working in the manner that I desire, and the wife, well she is kind of uh, uh, “out of sorts” yeah that is it, out of sorts.
I am so far behind that I was four newspapers down yesterday, so I turned the phone off, sat down in my media room (the small room off the back of the house that contains a small portable television) and read all four of them and sort of got caught up. Seems we bailed out some more people again, and again and again. I also came across this survey:
What is your favorite body part?
It said that with men and women it was the face
Men 24% and women 23%
(I wasn’t even close on that one at all)
Now it is time for me to close off another post and get down to business. I have an early appointment with my shrink this morning, a very nice lady who listens to “every word I say” (that is a switch eh?) and has a lot of sympathy and compassion for me and my poor injured soul.
She has this big neat leather couch, and I hate it. When you sit down on it, the thing emits this loud sounding noise that sounds just like a fart! And every time I rub my leg against it in an attempt to make the same noise to prove to her that it wasn’t really a fart, it sounds nothing like the original sound at all.
Perhaps designed to function in this manner to bring out my inner phobia’s and concerns, I dunno.
This morning I am going to level with her and be honest about my fear of being chased around the dining room table in a pair of socks on a freshly waxed floor by a ravenous pack of timber wolves. I’ll bet that is a first for her.
The rest of you need to cheer up if you know what is good for you, you never know what is going to hit you twelve years from now.