Draw Your Own Conclusions

stats 2013

On December 7th, I took steps to initiate the “Publicize Feature” on this website.  Here is a graph of what has transpired in the past two weeks as a direct result of this so-called feature.  Not much.  You can see by the stat’s that the traffic to the blog has virtually stayed at about the same steady daily pace and that only one or two days do you find any noticeable increase in traffic.

I do not see where it has produced any visible increase in traffic at all.  It all depends on the material (as it always has) and what it is that you put up on the page.  When I started this procedure they came in and virtually raped my address files and then generated a lot of spam to all of my friends and contacts to “join me” in this adventure.

Which I did not appreciate at all.

It would be my recommendation that if you are considering doing this, you might want to think it out first, before doing it firsthand.  The benefits are far less than promised and it is going to irritate your friends and contacts, as it did mine, so I cannot see where it is all that much of benefit versus a hassle.  As always, it is right there, you be the judge.

Here is today’s offering at Creative Endeavors, Stressful Issues.


Attitude Adjustment

Being as I am terminally afflicted with a modern illness termed “Road Rage” it is often that I have to self diagnose myself and quickly take measures to protect not only myself, but also the general public at large.  This morning, I am cruising down the boulevard; all is well in my world.  Traffic is light, most of it has cleared out, and the road for the most part is quite empty.  I am pleased, I chuckle and think, “If I was any happier I would have to pay an amusement tax.”

The radio is playing Keith Urban, and I think to myself, “this guy isn’t country; he wouldn’t make a pimple on a country singers …. Uh, he just isn’t country.” Once again, I have to remind myself to …. Leave it alone.

And there he is … Out of the corner of my eye, I see him.

The dumb-bell in the Little Debbie’s Snack Cakes truck, he is going to blow thru that yield sign and push me over.  I feel the heat building; road rage is coming on board to make another trip with me this day.  It doesn’t take much in my old age to set me off like a rocket at Cape Canaveral in Florida, I don’t even hit simmer on most days, just go straight to boil.

I have him figured right, here he comes.

Bigger than Dallas, in less than a New York minute, he blows thru the sign and I have to move over, no sense in seeing who has the best insurance this day. Face it, Eagle bodywork is not like taking the family hoopie into the local Ford dealer.  I succumb to his rude entry into my world, and I note that he is also talking on his cell phone.  Man, that rankles me, only thing worse than this would be text messaging, currently illegal in five states and in my opinion worthy of five to ten in the state pen.

Okie drivers (and I suppose drivers in other states) these days leave a lot to be desired.  Most of them have their head so far up their collective hinnies, they need a plexi-glass stomach just to see where they are going.  Adding a cell phone, the modern equivalent of a cigarette in the twenty-first century, just makes it worse.  Often technology does the exact reverse of what it was designed to do, mainly, improving the quality of life.

I heat up, I growl, I wish bad things on this person AND his cat.

Knowing full well that this volatile behavior on my part, is not conducive to good mental health or otherwise, I sit back in the seat, I smile and say to no one in particular, “get out of here moron, I have better things to do with my time this day, than mess with you.”  (When it gets really bad, I find a exit ramp, walk around the bus four or five times, stopped in New Mexico one time and got a piece of apple pie …. Whatever works, right?)  I was in Sweetwater, Texas a few summers back and this woman in a mini-van with a little faces in every window, loaded to the gills with kids, blew thru a stop sign right in front of me.

Standing on the breaks hard, shifting the contents of just about everything to the front of the truck, I wanted to kill her.  But I understand that even in Texas, this is illegal.  So I shouted out at her, “Don’t you know when to stop!”  She yelled back, “these aint all my kids!”  Texas, it is like a totally other world ….. Y’all.

Most truckers look at bus drivers with disdain and something less than outright disgust.  They feel we do not have a right to be on the road with them, same as four wheelers and the like, and have told me so on several occasions.  But the simple truth of the matter is we share a common problem, and that problem is bad drivers and attitudes.  When you get right down to it, where the rubber meets the road, we actually share the same universe, our world’s are not all that different.

The sign reads “Flyin J at exit 194” and a nice looking KW, clearly a garbage hauler, with a half-million dollars in chrome, naked women on his mudflaps and at least five dozen made in Hong Kong LED lights, comes barging onto the scene with a vengeance.  I move over, the lettering on the back of his trailer reads, “Every courtesy of the road is yours.”

Now isn’t that ironic?

Time to back out of it, and get some pie.  Won’t help my boyish figure any but it will almost certainly improve my attitude.

Life is short … enjoy the ride.


I Don’t Get It

bloggerbuttonsHaving just finished, no correction, “having just tried” to read 7,864 words on “Why John McCain, having been born in Panama is considered a U.S. Citizen

I have to admit.  I just don’t get it.

Why does anyone in their right mind devote some 8,000 words to a subject as benign as this, and why does anyone bother to attempt to read it?

On top of that, this site receives all these awards for “being the best of the best” blah, blah, blah in 2008.

I mean really.

What is with this almost maniacal obsession with links or hits, it really doesn’t necessarily transcend to “good reading” (if you don’t believe that, then look at what you are reading right now, this very moment … I rest my case.) and often despite this hit count, there isn’t much there.

Most of the opinions I have been reading here lately, frankly, lack any sort of justification at all.  Almost as if it has reverted to “school yard bullying” or something like that.  Naner, naner naner, I have anon email, you can’t touch me.

Why anyone would attempt to do this (blog on a regular basis) is beyond me to begin with.  It is simply too big, too impersonal and it lacks any kind of intimacy or friendship potential in most cases.  The pressure of trying to claw your way to “the top” or get the maximum number of hits possible in a given time period is daunting to say the least.

Word to the wise:  “If you want to be miserable and unhappy doing this, just set your goals so impossibly high that you will never achieve them.”  That should do it.

Yesterday I received for instance, 19 messages from a girl wanting me to link her to this site.  She said that she had been reading it for quite sometime and finally had gotten up the courage to comment on it and went on and on.  But she never had commented anywhere that I know of. I get emails every day, people wanting to latch onto my star, link my blog to your blog, and together we will change the world sort of thing.

Because of the high visitor count.

But it doesn’t work that way, and b’sides if you are a regular reader, you would notice that I don’t do the blogroll thing anyway. It takes more than just suiting up for the game, showing up, it takes an incredible amount of time and energy to do this, most people would not want to even try.

Sitting in the garage, doesn’t make you a car … This takes a lot of work.  Linking up with someone else is fine,  and you might be successful in getting people to come to your site for the first time initial visit, but you have better have something there for them to read, when they do get there.

In my neck of the woods, you don’t invite folks over to supper, without having something on the table for them to eat, it just isn’t done.

As I stumble around in the mornings, fully charged with my daily ration of caffeine and read the blogs that are out there, it seems to me that most of them are so polarized and so filled with haters hating everyone and everything, that is hardly worth the trip on most days.

My circumstance may or may not be different; I didn’t set out to write a blog.  I set out to find a place to store my stuff, writing each day I had to find a place to put it and this seemed liked the right choice at the time.  At that juncture in time, I was literally choking too death, my high school alumni page at MyFamily.com and something had to give.  So I brought it over here to WordPress.

And the Creative Endeavors portion of it sort of morphed itself into a blog.  Writing for some 4 years a Union Paper I felt a void in my life, when I retired and that I needed to continue to write, so this was born.  Here it be in all its splendid glory, as they say in the Blogsphere or whatever catch-phrase they are using this week:  “Updated 24/7 a week.  Visit us daily at www.boxcarOkie.com” or something like that.

I am not good at maintaing a Facebook profile, I don’t know how to manage MySpace and other social networks, so I do this.  Recently a friend of mine invited me to do the “twitter thing” and I went over there, and just like the piece is entitled … I just didn’t get it.

I am going to bed now … I am back from the bathroom now … I just finished picking my nose ….. Huh?

The need to recreate the raw, immediate and intimate feelings of my life, are just not there.  If I have a Twitter it is because something is wrong in my medicine or I need to turn up the heater.  I am also by nature, not a mean, spiteful, vindictive sort of individual so a lot of places I just flat out, don’t fit in.  I mean I can be a “real sweet man, or an awful mean baby” but do you really need to sit through 7,400 words to find that out?

Does that complete your life … I-don’t-think-so-dot.com

Nearly every newspaper, radio and television channel now runs blogs and updates them faster than any individual blogger ever could. I recently started posting on an outfit called Allvoices.com in order to reach a bigger audience.  Instant news.  Over 100,000 links.  Look at Margaret & Helen, a site that virtually talks about “nothing” most of the time, but incredibly has over 52,000 links.

Amazing.  Both filling a need, and a niche.

So I guess that blogging is useful and versatile. In some cases extreme social interactions also occur.  Which is the part I am not all that fond of personally, the hate speech, the vitriol.  But as I said before, I don’t have all the answers, and most of the time I have forgotten the questions.

As my wife would be quick to tell you … Half the time, (a good 50% or better) I just don’t get it.