What the Dooce?

I started writing about something very serious and political, and you won’t like it. I’m still going to write it, and you’re still going to read it. But before I do, I have a question.

I just found out that this site gets an average of almost six thousand hits a day.

Who the bleedin’ hell are you people?

I mean, I thought only my mother, my husband, and five or six other cashews in the peanut gallery were reading this thing . . . and I wasn’t even very sure about my mother or my husband.

My best guess is that the neighborhood squirrels are using my writing to track Goblin’s location. If I had thought that six thousand actual people are clicking here daily (sometimes seven or eight thousand), I would have started a pyramid scheme ages ago.

Now everyone send me five dollars.

Comments

Of course I read your website!!!! I check it a couple of times a day!!!! This entry was very funny!!!

$5 gets you dinner and game night at my place - and I only live 4 blocks from you (2 south / 2 west). $10 ?? well, that would involve Goblin privileges and she would have to negotiate (or better yet - reciprocate).

Actually, I click on your site 6,000 times a day.

Crash: ooh you are such a porky pie-er! I know you are coz I click on at least 3,000 times a day myself.

Broadsheet: As I recall an evening in your very charming company comes in at a lot more than $10!! Worth every cent though.

David: I think your mother is just saying that to be nice. It is the sort of thing they do; like sending Valentine's cards when one is a high school. (Sorry David's Mom but your game is up!)

Yeah, I have to write one of those unpleasant political things, too, because unfortunately people remembered my last one.

I'm pretty sure I know a way to NOT get 6000 hits per day, though...

Also, I believe you meant, "What the Dooce?"

FIRST!!!!

Mom: How do I know this is really you?

Broadsheet: We're still talking about you paying me, right? :) Bring on the games!

Crash: Really? Because I thought you were too busy doing something else six thousand times a day.

Campbell: You are old and wise, so you just may be corrrect.

Jwer: Yeah, we also remember you didn't finish it. As for that other thing, I don't know what you're talking about. Isn't it funny what one's fingers will type when one isn't looking?

This is really your mother--Mother Nature!!! AND, I still do send Valentine cards to my kids and now their kids!!!! It's a mother thing!!!

That's a lotta clicks. Are you really that funny?

Hey, it was hard. He's really very stupid, and his speechwriters are a special kind of evil... Pleh.

Can I send you five frittatas instead?

Hello, I am one of the people you definitely don't know is reading. Probably because I've never commented...

Anyway, I'm a 24 year old English teacher, and I live in Jerusalem, Israel.

I'm trying to think of anything else interesting about me, but I'm not sure there is.

So sorry ... it could've been me. I've been trying to open right-side-up-rhinosaurus - up to hundreds of times hourly.

It's me, your mom, your hubby, the cashews, and 5,991 other people. (Not necessarily in that order:).)

I read it too! sometimes, I even make comments. Will you take yen?

I read it too! sometimes, I even make comments. Will you take yen?

I'm your best friend....

Mom again: If you are Mother Nature, I'm not quite sure what that makes me.

Mush: I make no claims.

Jwer again: I would also like to be stupid with evil speechwriters. Talk about your road to success.

David: It would have to be on dry ice or something.

Sharon: It is very nice to meet you. I am also 24 and live in Jerusalem, Israel.

Barb: It's a natural mistake.

Kitty: Such precision. I can't help but think you have a future in demographic studies.

Gregorio: I can never keep track of whether the yen is rising or falling against the dollar.

JS: Thank you. I'm sure you know the universal law which states my best friend is required to paint my kitchen. I'll have the brush ready.

I read you--wandered over from Faustus's place a long time ago.

The reason I never comment is because I have no desire to ever end up painting your kitchen.

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