|A Friendly Russian Bear|
Twice a month, there are mass visitations to this rather mundane, and generally unviewed, little blog of mine. Each time, usually about the 5th or 20th of the month (this time the 24th), I get a sudden spike.
Blogger is nice enough to flag the points of origin, and it may come as no surprise that they have been - for the most part - from Mother Russia.
Lately, however, there has been a shift, as if the land of Vladdy Boy is attempting to obscure its inexplicable interest in these typings.
At first, it was obvious - Ukraine. I suppose it's just to see if their absorbed servers there are working.
Then came, inexplicably - Brazil. Now, I think Brazilians are monstrously cool, if only from my admiration of their gleeful attendance of Disney World in crisp uniforms and linear progression through the park. I just wonder at their interest in a collection of doodles from a Michigan pharmacist.
And then, perhaps, not inexplicably -- unknown region. Granted, until the US acknowledged China in the 1970s, it was considered a "big empty hole in the space," or some such phrase I vaguely recall from a period MAD issue. Could that still be the attitude of Blogger? Another quandary.
But tonight, 104 hits at 3am from, of all places, FRANCE! Now, I'm a bit of a francophile, I love me some croque monsieur whenever possible, but a trip to Montreal or Quebec is about as gallic an experience I've been able to muster since high school. Edith Piaf and Maurice Chevalier rock my world, and I love mistranslating Jean Gabin into storyboards that'll never be produced due to copyright issues (I have learned from Nina Paley's encounters, so those guilty pleasures will remain for my eyes only). But 104 folks simultaneously interested in me from France at 3am? If I were in France at 3am, I wouldn't be interested in me, yet alone my blog!
|Vive la France! Ooo La La!!!|
|Masters of Transdermal Compounding|
Whoa - an epiphany - French fries! Maybe that's the French Connection!
Mother Russia - you're one clever mother!
|My dog guards us diligently...|
|But, sometimes, at a distance|