Thursday, May 13, 2004
The Odd Paths to WOJR.COM - Part Deux
As I have previously mentioned, "one of the more interesting aspects of manning this site is seeing how people actually find it. Some use bookmarks. Some click on links. Others mercifully click on the links I email them (if you're a friend, it's technically not spam). But the ones I really feel sorry for are the ones that stumble here via a search engine."
Now, I don't mean the ones that enter in "wojr" and are surprised to find my site. I'm talking about the following people:
Continuing the trend of porn seekers stumbling to the site, we have one individual looking for "hustler barely legal 2004/04/03" and ending up on this page of the web journal. I'm just glad my Aunt Jane finally found her way here.
Two people were looking for "Charley Murphy's True Hollywood Stories", so they immediately earn my respect and a reprieve from slanderous remarks.
In what appears to be a stroke of marketing genius on my part, seven individuals have been lured here hoping to find footage of Lawrence Taylor breaking Joe Theisman's leg. Instead, all they got was a rant on Janet Jackson's boob. If anyone knows where to find some footage of that, let me know. I'll put up a link to it. Don't want any unsatisfied "customers".
Further proving that he is the chicken of the sea, successful searches for both "Michael Broncatello" and "transforms into a merman" have led fans of the sea monkey here.
Were you looking for a "I heart Black People" T-Shirt? End up here only to find out that we don't sell them? Again, my apologies, but wojr.com shirts might be coming.
The oddest Search Engine phrasing has to go to "conjugal visit Oklahoma." No little comments from me are really necessary, are they?
AND NOW, IT IS TIME FOR ME TO EAT CROW. A very long time ago, I was playing basketball with my cousin, Kyle. During the leisurely game, we were talking about the kind of car that he would get when he turned 17. His first choice was a BMW. Being the wonderfully supportive person I am, my response was "BMW? You can't even spell BMW." In a fit of prepubescent anger, Kyle replied, "I can too. B-N-W." And we have been making fun of him ever since.
Well, someone made there way to the script for DICHOTOMY by typing in "BMV Z4" and I laughed again at someone's inability to spell BMW. But then I wondered how the misspelled entry would lead someone to me. I may not be a paragon of spelling, but I am the utter slave to the spell check. So, I checked.
Sure enough, I can't even spell BMW. B-M-V.
I'll leave the incorrect version for a few weeks and then fix it. Enjoy, Kyle.
wojr
As I have previously mentioned, "one of the more interesting aspects of manning this site is seeing how people actually find it. Some use bookmarks. Some click on links. Others mercifully click on the links I email them (if you're a friend, it's technically not spam). But the ones I really feel sorry for are the ones that stumble here via a search engine."
Now, I don't mean the ones that enter in "wojr" and are surprised to find my site. I'm talking about the following people:
Continuing the trend of porn seekers stumbling to the site, we have one individual looking for "hustler barely legal 2004/04/03" and ending up on this page of the web journal. I'm just glad my Aunt Jane finally found her way here.
Two people were looking for "Charley Murphy's True Hollywood Stories", so they immediately earn my respect and a reprieve from slanderous remarks.
In what appears to be a stroke of marketing genius on my part, seven individuals have been lured here hoping to find footage of Lawrence Taylor breaking Joe Theisman's leg. Instead, all they got was a rant on Janet Jackson's boob. If anyone knows where to find some footage of that, let me know. I'll put up a link to it. Don't want any unsatisfied "customers".
Further proving that he is the chicken of the sea, successful searches for both "Michael Broncatello" and "transforms into a merman" have led fans of the sea monkey here.
Were you looking for a "I heart Black People" T-Shirt? End up here only to find out that we don't sell them? Again, my apologies, but wojr.com shirts might be coming.
The oddest Search Engine phrasing has to go to "conjugal visit Oklahoma." No little comments from me are really necessary, are they?
AND NOW, IT IS TIME FOR ME TO EAT CROW. A very long time ago, I was playing basketball with my cousin, Kyle. During the leisurely game, we were talking about the kind of car that he would get when he turned 17. His first choice was a BMW. Being the wonderfully supportive person I am, my response was "BMW? You can't even spell BMW." In a fit of prepubescent anger, Kyle replied, "I can too. B-N-W." And we have been making fun of him ever since.
Well, someone made there way to the script for DICHOTOMY by typing in "BMV Z4" and I laughed again at someone's inability to spell BMW. But then I wondered how the misspelled entry would lead someone to me. I may not be a paragon of spelling, but I am the utter slave to the spell check. So, I checked.
Sure enough, I can't even spell BMW. B-M-V.
I'll leave the incorrect version for a few weeks and then fix it. Enjoy, Kyle.
wojr
