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08/11/2004

who the hell in portland has checked my site 15 times today?

I use an invisible Perl script to track who visits my site, and somebody in Portland has popped by FIFTEEN different times over the last twenty hours.

It isn't me—the script is configured to not count my visits, plus the IP address is different than mine—but a WHOIS search revealed it's someone in Portland.

Why fifteen times, O gentle, wayward soul? What were you seeking? Why didn't you stop after five...or ten...or fourteen times? Were you hoping that upon your sixteenth visit, you'd find this message from me to you? Are you addicted to me, to the stenchy cloud of cybermusk which my online presence generates?

Is it possible that someone else is as into me as I am?

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