> dance with me?
you know, tis gratifying to see your hit counter clocking in the numbers (tho i've not had that unique experience before ever, so hence can only "imagine" ;p), but with each hit, dunyou wonder WHO are these folks that pop by your site?
(A) like-minded individuals, like
(B) real-world friends (who are updated about your life)
(C) fellow bloggers and cyber friends (most likely)
(D) non-bloggers; peeps who dun really give two-shittes or just wanna "find out" about "this blogging fad" (more times then we'd ever imagine)
(E) evil-troll-bloggers that have massive chipped-blocks on their shoulders and a humongous self-titled/induced: "UnderDog-Hero-Complex" (*shudder*) (tho most times, they'd forget the "Hero"-part and just act like rabid-"Dogs" instead lah, but who am i to talk about their discipline, innit? just remember dun throw them any bones ... heh)
Main (possible) Reasons for Constant and High Number of Counter Hits:
(1) your entries are geniuinely good and folks connect with them somehow and keep coming back for more.
(2) you get brownedcowboyedmiyagiedtomorrowedfeaturedinnewspaperwhatever ...
and the masses come flooding in *click click click click click click click click* ... sounds familiar?
(i sincerely wouldn't really know, i get clicked two times a day by frens; i happy lieow, i reckon for now ... *innocent smile*)
and with it all comes folks from Group E = and they have their say, they have a good ol' time leaving nasty/mean comments under the cover of anonymity and they'll constantly click back to see if their bait had been picked-up. (and add even more hits to thy counter. works out, innit?) looking over their own comments again and again, having a wittle smirk and laughing at all the carnage and ruckus caused by this "Unknown Hero" ... mayhap they are "unknown" in their own "Real World"; too?
but it matters not, for on the web, they (we) can be anyone they wish to be ... anyone can be anyone else ... a MACABRE MASQUERADE PARTY, cyber-holographic entities dancing amidst and in-between the bloglines, waltzing to the tunes of bits'n'bytes and the rhythm of tapping keys ... and everyone has a face-mask on; some fancy, some plain, some happy, some angry ... and everyone's logged-on into the infinite-cyber dance hall that is CLUB-WWW (i liketa call it CLUB-WUBWUBWUB, but nobody cares what i think anyways HAH of coz i digress) ... the dancers and revel-makers, and even the shy wallflowers; ya know the ones who wait by the buffet table? alone amongst themselves with no one to dance with? ... tho once in a while they might venture forth and ask for a dance ... some are lucky and get swept off their shivering-feets, tho there are sometimes where thy swirling popular butterfly-dancers might just deny them that pleasure, deny them their "virtual-existence" (consciously or not deliberate), and tis back to the buffet table sides again ... "at least they still have their masks on", they think ... so no worries, "nobody saw that just now" (so they tell themselves for comfort) ...but beware the evil-trolls lurking aside, for they are the ones with the full-head-mask, and wearing an impenetrable-armour-of-anonymity ~ forcing a dance on you ... twirling themselves madly around you and goading you on ... either you choose to acknowledge them, or to fend them off ... (tho there had been rumours that some evil-trolls were actually former-wallflowers-gone-bad/mad/insane-O ... but nobody ever knows these things, do they? becoz nobody ever notices the wallflowers...)
but worry not, for you have your fans/friends/legion/croonies to defend you! those who'll form a protective circle around you, to repel anybody not in/from the "Inner Circle", within a hair's breath! (or at least a *click-of-thee-refresh-button*) ... and you are safe ... and even tho once in a while, one of the wallflowers might try to ask for a dance again, he/she too is repelled along with the rest of the "undesirables", as well ... but no matter; YOU ARE SAFE. thy protectors protect thee well indeed ...
and after a fashion, you needn't even have to explain yourself anymore, becoz there are others who'll do it for you! imagine that? and you'd sit back and bask in the royalty given ... while your rabid fans/friends/legion/croonies fight your battles for you ... and what battles we have seen in thee blogscape these past coupla weeks indeed!
for there are indeed overwhelming forces primed to attack without or with even the slightest excuse of provocation, from the unknown masses, the ones with the fullheadmask and faceless-masks ... and unless you're really unlucky; you even meet your Arch Enemy (for everyone of us has one, dun we?) ... so armour-up, build your armies, grow your legions and fortify your station and castle and prepare to ... dance ...
and there's HARDLY anything basically wrong with alla that, i suppose, for that is the online game we all play, innit? whatever that dance is, to the many myriad dancers ... and even onlookers ...
and tis a wonder what the wallflowers see; in alla these skirmishes? protected by the neutrality of the buffet-table-zone, awaiting for a chance to dance; but yet afraid to reach out ... least they get gripped and pulled-in by the evil-trolls (and be converted) or be given a slap by the butterflies? (or was it an accidental "brush"?) and hence (note: this was written friday evening just, on a freeky+bumpy cab ride enroute to a location recce for my upcoming gig and is incomplete and mayhaps even incoherent, but i care not, i just wanna get it out and over with ... but it sure is hard to figure out the squiggles i've slashed unto my exercise book and the thots had but faded ... but thanx anyways for reading this far)
