Nerds and Indians
I used to be a bit of a nerd.
I assume that’s the term? I liked programming and in the past I have had great fun donning my HazMat suit and delving into the engine room that powers this site.
I used to mess around, adding features and subtracting features. The design of the layout was tweaked within an inch of its life.
I don’t do that kind of stuff now. The only real change I have made lately was to remove my Twitter link. My nerdihness now only extends to giving the engine room the odd dusting and giving a drop of oil to the various bearings. Every now and then I check the dials to see if any flies or moths have got into the works but that’s it.
Yesterday, after publishing my brainfart of the day I glanced at one of the dials. It showed that at the time my traffic was running at 1,642.86%. What the fuck? I checked where this traffic was coming from – India! India never features. Maybe one or two visits a week but that’s it. But suddenly I am hot stuff in the sub continent, with hundreds of visitors.
Almost without exception they were arriving as a result of a search engine and they were all reading the one page – A Toast to Herself – which I posted nearly thirteen years ago.
The only logical reason that springs to mind is that they are having exams in India and one of the essays they have to write is on the subject of “A Toast to Herself”. Being smart kids they did a search, came across my brainfart and have copied and pasted the results verbatim as being their own literary effort. I hope they did. It would be an excellent piece for a schoolkid to submit as a personal experience.
They have all buggered off now like the Chinese did a while back. I’m back to a trickle of visitors mostly from the UK.
I hope I got an A for my essay?
Never mind. Quality rather than quantity.
We stay true. You amuse us.
Just keep doing what you do.
Pretty please.
I have a nasty feeling I am doomed to continue for eternity. The Gods can be cruel sometimes.
Dutifully, I followed the link: cooking a slice of toast for your wife. You know, sometimes I think you spoil that woman.
My biggest mistake was letting her move into the house.