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So I was looking through my blog stats last night as I sometimes do (read: do obsessively. as in, all the time.), when I saw something that made me giggle.
Do you see what it is that made me laugh out loud? Sometime during the past week, some extremely awesome person actually looked up my blog on their Nintendo DSI. I don't even care if it was an accident or whatever, it just made me giggle. As in guffaw.

Whoever you are, you are awesome. You totally get dork props for that one.


Also, something else made me just plain proud of you guys. You sad fools who actually read my foolishness. I mean--you brilliant elite who read the hard-wrought beauty I crank out on your behalves.....yeah....

In the last month, the number of you using firefox while scoping out my blog wonderfully outweighs that of those of you still using internet explorer. Congratulations! You have smartness! Let that be a lesson to those of you still using IE: stop. Using firefox instead will get me to love you more, and why wouldn't you want that?

I, personally, use Opera. (The more you know....) I'm sad to see even Chrome and Safari beat it out, but I like Chrome well enough. Frankly I'm happy that the sum of Chrome and Opera users beats out both safari and IE. Good work guys, I guess.

Oh, and obviously I'm disappointed in any of you using Safari. Like, did I miss some critical update or has Safari somehow otherwise lost its suck? Cuz as far as I know the first thing all mac users should do is download & install Firefox. Simple as that.


And yes. I realize these stats do not represent individual people fanplayingup my blog. These are merely page views. Still, though, I could argue that whether it's one person using firefox to view my blog 338 times/338 pages of my blog or it's 338 people using opera to view my blog one time each I'm still getting more play from my firefox users than my IE users. I refuse any other interpretation. :P

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