Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Red Rum

It's funny how the only blog post that ever got me readers through the roof was the one where I allegedly called for Keith Olbermann's death. That of course was nonsense since as anyone who knows me knows, I cannot kill a bug, fly, flea or what have you. When pressed--say I'm alone and there's a bee and I am allergic to bees so it's either him or me-- I might kill it, or I might just get a hotel room. When my son was little I killed spiders for him, but that was fueled by a mother's love, which is similar to but stronger than adrenaline. Besides, it took me days to recover.

It's no secret: people adore being horrified, which is second only to being terrified. Death, murder and killing are all very popular as the subjects of books, movies, plays and all those TV cop shows. Also in favor are the newer crop of shows about forensic specialists performing autopsies, with murderers supplying the dead bodies. Yet in real life, people hate murder. Certainly nobody wants to be murdered, but it grabs our attention more than almost anything else except suicide, another surefire show-stopper. Anyway, since my most popular post was about murder, I've considered that one way to get more readers is to do that again, but really there's almost nobody I can think of that I'd like dead besides Keith, who bless his heart has been gone for over a year now.

Thus my blog has low readership, unlike other blogs that get hundreds of hits and scads of comments. I get relatively few hits and no comments except from my true buddies. In fact, I often feel as if nobody is reading and am tempted to put in a test phrase like Paul is dead now just for fun. After all, I write because it's almost the most fun I ever have, unless my husband is home, and even then sometimes writing my blog is more fun than that. Now there's a test. But it can't be left hanging out there at the end, so easy to spot, so I'm writing this sentence just to bury it deeper in the paragraph. There, that ought to do it. Maybe just a few more words. Okay, now I'm done.  FYI, Keith Olbermann is still alive, he just got the boot and isn't on TV anymore. You can thank me privately, each in your own way.




7 comments:

  1. and Deneb reads your blog because it is almost the most fun I ever have. OK, what's with this third person crap? I am Deneb and I am just trying to avoid the problems I have selecting myself on the profile scroll.....anonymous is easier but then you don't know it's me. If your comments mention the popular things does that count? OK then,
    murder and fat. and why don't you start writing about drugs that should get more readers. Wait, I don't care who else (or if anyone else)reads you. I am just happy to read it.

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  2. OK this is a test. Once again I try to sign on with my google profile so I can comment about how much I love your blog. This is a test. only a test.

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  3. wow! It finally worked. huh! I reset my password. go figure.

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  4. I LOVE seeing your name highlighted in that pretty blue color, instead of that scary black Anonymous! But what is that name, anyway? That is not a name, it's not even YOUR name. I know, it's a star, and blah blah...but you are always Debra to me, with a capital C.

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  5. I failed the test horribly. It is now three days later and I am home and just read the blog with Andrea next to me . . .that is clearly a fail.

    To my defense, Tuesday was the night I had to work extra hard . . . work day in St Louis included a business dinner that required the imbibation (??) of two pre-dinner bourbons, five bottles of red wine among six of us, and then some after dinner jager shots . . . you can understand why I might not have gotten back to my hotel room and read the blog . . . .

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  6. beats the coal mines . .. and it really IS hard . . .

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