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Ugh, what.

I find it weird that my most read posts are not the lil reviews I do or even so much the more upbeat "I learned something" posts. No, it looks like the ones that have/look to have dramarama end up the most popular. I find that a bit disconcerting. Of course I base this on two posts out of the forty I've posted in the last couple and a few dozen hits out of the...well let's just say "several hundred" overall views I've had.

Still, though. Even on days when the latest post is something amusing & fanciful & nice--like a snarky review of a bad movie--these older, dramatic posts will still get more views. Sigh.

And certainly, it's possible there's more to it than 'drama = attention'; like, I realize a chunk of my views are just them spider-bots combing my blogs for search engine indexes. Or perhaps, too, it's that both of those posts have words like "fuck" and "suck" and "balls" and "gay" and shit. Who knows.

Still, it bugs me because I really feel I'm not the same old closet emo who used to spam his xanga all through high school & that embarrassing stint at NYU...right? 0.0

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  1. Spambots are evil. You and I both know that drama is drama. It sucks people in. The good news is that sometimes wonderful things draw attention, like the thousands of people watching the Chilean miners be rescued. Keep writing and just bond with other bloggers. I've got a few readers who are tremendous people and I'm honored by their attention. I love to support other blogs and many people do the same. Hang in there!

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