Can you tell?
As you know if you've been hanging around the water cooler here, I am prone to getting mesmerized by blog traffic stats.
When a new milestone looms, I can't take my eyes off the graph for too long. I start 'running the numbers'. Will I break through to a new plateau this month?
Scootcommute hit its all time high last May at the same time as I did. Two mesmerizing days spent in sunny Vancouver in the company of fellow riders, and bloggers.
Hitting a new high seems all but inevitable right now. But I still can't tear my eyes off the bloody graph.
Of course Blogger will just set the bar higher still, and tomorrow's high will be just be a step along an unending winding path towards a new imaginary ceiling.
I guess I'm mesmerized because, as intangible as a blog might be, it's something of value that I have built, word, by word, by word.
Something of value to whom? Well... I suppose something of value to you. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here. Thank you. I am pleased that my ramblings are worthy of your visit. After all, I started this blog so that I could return the favour I got from reading other bloggers like Steve Williams, Dave Dixon, and Orin O'Neill.
I think I've done OK.
What I have received in return has far, far, far surpassed what I have given. Thanks to Bob, David, Sonja, Dave, Roland, Steve, Orin, Brandy, Dar, Keith, Dave, Rob, and... I feel like some poor Golden Globes starlet, desperately fearful that my struggling brain is going to forget to mention some one of you who really deserves my appreciation. Oh well, I apologize in advance for my omissions.
So... what do those numbers look like now...
Another milestone passed. It was fun to see it happen. One second the line is poking at the virtual 'ceiling', and then poof Blogger raises the bar, the pressure is instantly released, a new much higher ceiling appears, and, if anything, the statistics look smaller, more insignificant. Which is what they are, really.
But I get carried away watching the blue line hit the ceiling. It's silly really. But I think these things strike a chord in many. Recently the general discussion forum at ModernVespa hit the 1,000,000th posting. Everyone got a little silly seeing who was going to post the millionth comment. It reminded me of those contests at retail stores and supermarkets when I was a kid. The millionth customer.
Similarly, the excitement wanes almost instantly. There is not much magic in the 1,000,276th post, now is there?
Lottery tickets are in the same vein. Before the draw there is the possibility. After the draw, life goes on. But someone...