How to banquet.
In the ether.
Where my head is.
Bad Poetry Night: inspired by Roy.
Embarassing moment of the day.
Santa take note.
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
I'm not obsessed with stats by any means, but I do check them occasionally just because it's fun. With the search query report, I can see some of the keywords that got people to my site. For example, someone was looking for "SC Johnson" in Google Blog Search the other day and found me listed at number three due to the posts I made regarding Glade candles a few months ago.
Here are a few of the search queries I've received in the past day or so:
is the comedian ron white married?
Well now, that's a bit disgusting isn't it? I had to know more. What are flesh balloons, and why is my site suddenly associated with them?
I followed the link to a French search engine, and discovered something sort of odd (and by that, I mean not as odd as the original term, but curious nonetheless).
Here's a screnshot of the search results:
click to view in entirety
The text comes from this entry, which reads:
"...obsessed with in my teens. The last one with the balloons, I dunno. I have no explanation for that. The picture on the left is an example of me doodling. I get a little obsessive when I doodle, and if left without a reason to stop, I can fill pages and pages with this kind of connectivity stuff."
Now read the text from the french search engine:
"obsessed with in my teens. The last one with the balloons, I dunno. I have no explanation for that. The picture on the left is an example of me doodling. I get a little obsessive when I doodle acutely than when one slices deeply into one's own flesh"
The hell? There was no slicing of flesh in my original post. None. I can't imagine that "left without a reason to stop" translates as "slices deeply into flesh." Even in French.
posted by hilary at 9:47 AM |
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