I added a sitemeter to my blog a few days ago, and I absolutely love it.
This is the breakdown by country--click to embiggen. I have a feeling that some of those countries were represented by people who accidentally found my blog when they were looking for something else, but still--cool!
This was prompted by me wondering if I have any readers I don't know. I pretty much know everyone who leaves me comments, and I have it on good authority that I have at least one lurker (Hi, Aunt Barbara!), but I was curious about other people.
It turns out, more people than just my relatives and friends have found me. And I'm ridiculously pleased. (Not that my relatives and friends aren't awesome--they are.) I am now the kind of dork who obsessively checks for comments, then obsessively checks my site meter. I post, wait an hour, check the site meter. Big dork.
So, what I'm getting at is that I would love to hear from these other people. Mystery readers, if you feel moved to comment, please do! If you like my socks, let me know! If you spotted the slightly looser group of stitches in my sweater and want to tell me I should fix it or risk looking like an ass when I wear the thing, heckle away! (I'm not going to fix it.) Like most bloggers, I am an attention whore. Or maybe it's just that I like knowing that I'm not an invisible speck in the blogosphere--just a microscopic one.
And if you keep on lurking, that's okay, too.
Anyway, knitting content. Or at least knitting-related. I was at second work last night. It was a slow night, and I was bored out of my skull. (I was reminded of the Harlot's talk, when she said that knitters are not patient people, and dared non-knitters to take away our knitting and see what happens.) One of my coworkers approached me and asked, "Where's your sock?" I told her that the manager asked me not to knit at the register, and she was appropriately sympathetic. Later, when she, the manager, and I were all at the register, I asked the manager what had happened to the fan that's usually there (it was hot). My coworker piped up and said, "Geez, you took away her knitting and her fan--what are you trying to do to this poor girl?"