I spent a little time yesterday exploring my blog stats in
Blogger’s handy-dandy dashboard and learned something interesting: I’m either
going to be famous or I’m going to end up on a terrorist watch list.
A little background: I noticed that my page views were going up faster than they had been so I decided to look and see what was driving people to my humble blog. One of the first things I saw was a number of odd web pages listed as ‘Referring Sites,’ including buygenericsfromindia dot com (purposely ensuring this doesn’t show up as a link some innocent bystander can click) and baby-back-packs dot com.
Strange, yes.
But not as strange as a few of the ‘Search Keywords’ that
led people to my blog. They start off innocently enough with: “little mermaid
kiss the girl vocal only.” Not surprising at all, considering my blog in January,
"The
Little Mermaid," and Other Evil Deeds of the Disney Empire. Then I see
that the terms “flash fiction post-apocalytpic best” and “post apocalyptic noir”
referred people to the post-apocalyptic short story I posted. Still making
sense.
I start really feeling odd when I see that the following
search term has been entered:”ashley chappell Huntsville.” In other words, I
have been Googled. While I waver between feeling pleased that someone bothered
to look me up, I also find myself feeling, well, dirty.
But the final search phrase on the list is the one that
causes me concern: “special ops mission chloroform.” Now I realize that this
one must have led the searching party to my blog entitled Dietary
Tactics: From Electroshock to Chloroform, but when I think about the kind
of person that is likely to enter that specific search in a search engine only
two images come to mind. 1) A fellow writer doing research for a
thriller/suspense novel; and 2) a raving psychopath (not that 1 and 2 are
always mutually exclusive, mind you). In fact, it also gives me a frame of
reference for one of the other odd ‘Referring Sites’ that were listed:
quiethits dot com. You can’t tell me that’s not a cover-up for a contract
assassin employment service.
So now that I see the kind of searches in which my blog
appears I can’t stop picturing a scenario in which I am abducted in the middle
of the night by paramilitary thugs. When they finally remove the black bag from
my head it’s to bombard me with questions about the secret communications I’m
transmitting for the terrorists. “We have the proof right here, lady. Your blog
is all over their search history. Just give us your contacts and we’ll put
these rusty nails and jumper cables away.”