My Ego

It's not that late, but I feel sleepy. I'm crediting my fatigue with my amazement over a recent phenomenon.

I should start by telling you, I started RER for my own personal enjoyment. Su got me started and helped me until I got hooked. Frankly, I would post a little something here everyday if only one other person would read it. But, I have to admit that I am curious about how many people read what I write. I guess I wouldn't be human if I didn't.

That's why I was knocked out of my chair a few minutes ago (the dog scrambled to get out of the way and is now hiding under a down comforter in the next room). Like many bloggers out there, I keep track of how many people log on each day. Ordinarily, I get about 15 unique page views per day, give or take. That equals out to about 80% of the people I told about the site back in August. If I get 15 a day, I am slap-happy.

So tonight I come home from an Irish pub that doesn't seem at all Irish and barely qualifies as a pub. I only stayed so long because there were five ladies dressed as Catholic school girls. Just so happens my buddy CJ is dressed as a priest. Good fortune, I guess. So, I come home and log on to check out a few blogs, check the news that's happened since I left work, check a few football happenings, and finally just before I'm about to log off...check my monitoring site.

Remember...I usually get about 15 unique page views a day. Today...170. One hundred seventy.

I spent the last few minutes trying to figure out exactly how that happened and I can only come to one conclusion. Yesterday, a woman I don't know but have come to read about everyday was nice enough to push her daily readers toward RER. Her name is Meredith. You can find her at that crazy casbah jive.

So, without any greater explanation than that and with many thanks to the editor over at the casbah, I will now put my ego (which strained a tendon or two in the last hour or so) back in that little mini-bottle Crown Royal bag (remind me to tell you that story some day) and head off toward bed...or at least the couch to watch the rest of the ball game. Wait, it looks like the D-backs may be about to put the Yanks to bed. Maybe I should just sit here for a few minutes.

You know, there's little reason to get up from a computer anymore. You can listen to the game-online, bore your readers with inane ego trips, get the news of the day, and if you're really lonely look up some dirty pictures.

Okay, that's it. 'night.

**two minutes later...homer to center field. Two runs score. Tied up. Go figure.**