Fancy Meeting You Here
Written by: Andrea Angileri
It’s been a couple months since I’ve started the ‘I’m Andrea and You’re Not’ blog and it’s time for a moment of reflection. There is this feature in WordPress called ‘stats’, where you can look up numbers of visitors and views , countries viewed, and Google search words. November went pretty well with 290 views (I’m sure 190 were from me). December dipped down in visitors (damn holidays), and January picked back up. The countries include: U.S., Mexico, Spain, Switzerland (thanks Remy), the U.K., Germany, Turkey, Australia, and Israel (to whom I say ‘sababa’…which hopefully is supposed to mean ‘cool’) . The stats is a dreadfully addictive feature that I will refresh despite seeing the depressing ‘1 visitor’ (which was me). Google search terms included “sleeping children”, “Punky Brewster”, and “nudity images”. I am still creeped out by those.
I’ve also been fairly new to Twitter. I just posted my 100th tweet….where are the confetti and balloons? I am following 54 random people that include celebrities, mom or non-mom bloggers, and a couple people that I actually know. I have 15 followers. I will come across Christina Applegate’s account and notice that she follows 93 people and 1.2 Million people are following her. The contrast in numbers will haunt me….and remind me of my place in social media. Fifteen is not quite the 612 accumulation from Facebook. People judge social media because it’s not ‘real’ interaction, but really….I don’t have time to hang out with all of you damn people. But my Twitter crew is a different story. I can actually fit 15 people into my living room. I’d pull out a couple folding chairs…pass out crappy appetizers, which you would slightly smile and try. We’d all small talk and during a lull I’d put on Michael Buble. We’d twiddle our thumbs and run out of topics. I’d slightly panic and put on LMFAO to up the mood. But it would be too late, the first person would excuse themselves because she has to relieve the sitter. After she pulled away, I would remember that she doesn’t have kids. The rest of the group would stretch and yawn and file out despite ‘Sexy and I Know It’ blaring and beckoning an impromptu dance off. I would then remember that I am a terrible hostess and throw the leftover crappy apps in the garbage. This just can’t happen….I must get more of a following.
I did have something I said about ‘Smurfette’ ‘retweeted’ and another reply to a very funny blogger ‘favorited’. I also accidentally accepted followers of risque dressed women (they weren’t being funny?)…I’m pretty sure they are using my identity to buy cars in other countries now.
Entering the blogging world is like visiting a different country…you are just looking for other people who speak your language. I have come across some enjoyable blogs and comment sometimes (note ‘followed blogs). There are only so many hours in the day. I do have one possible guest blog post that is in the works. Another blogger has given me a tentative spot. The post involves the whole “We don’t use ‘Jesus’ and ‘fart’ in the same sentence” incident. Since I went on a talk show basically because of poop it would only make sense that my rise to blogging fame would derive from a bodily function….and Jesus.
My blog gets spam that I do not understand. Mostly from people who notice that something is missing that their service can help. A complement from a ‘man boob removal’ site ensures that I’m moving up in this world.
Who knows….all in all…I’m having fun with it and I know that I’ve made enough of you smile. It’s going to be a great year with some good laughs…I can feel it 🙂