I write these articles first and foremost because I like doing it. They are like cryptic messages on little scraps of paper that I put in bottles and set afloat on the ocean. They contain memories and opinions about things I’m interested in. One goal is to be able to write about things in an entertaining fashion. The great newspaper columnists of yesteryear like Robert Benchley, Dorothy Parker and Donald Kaul could write on subjects they knew little about and it would still be fun to read. Yesterday I got a lot of reinforcement for my efforts. Sort of.
The WordPress people sent me an email yesterday. If your blog is hosted by WordPress you got one too. It was an encouraging note listing the “health of my blog” (it’s good) and making an amusing and highly absurd comparison between my number of readers and how many ships would have been filled if they had each been cargo containers. I can play that game too. If all the dead skin cells that came off me in last night’s bath were anti-gravity concrete blocks, we could line them up end-to-end and make a sidewalk to the moon!
Statistically speaking, yesterday was the second biggest day my blog has had. Hundreds of hits! I had posted a nicely interactive and colorful article about my enjoyment of the “new” Doctor Who, so I was quite pleased with myself. Then I looked at what all those people had been reading. It wasn’t the Doctor Who post. It was this one from last March:
That post was about my having been a stand-in during production of a cheesy 80s cop movie. I wrote about watching the actors, and what kind of people they seemed like to me. Mind you, this was a job I had for a mere nine weeks, 25 years ago. It’s not something I think about much now. However, Valerie Bertinelli was in the movie, and I put a picture of her in the post and “tagged” it with her name. Valerie got married (for the second time) on New Year’s Day. News of the wedding came out in all the entertainment publications and on CNN etc. Those hundreds of readers had zoomed over to my wittle bwog like paparazzi to a red carpet, because they had typed “valerie bertinelli married” into search engines.
Don’t get me wrong. Anyone of sound mind and majority age who wants it should be able to get married. Lots of people (myself included) need to do it more than once to get it right. I wish Valerie and her new husband all the best. But the experience of getting all those hits on an old post for that reason made me feel a bit creepy. So, in order to turn the experience into comedy I’m going to tag THIS post with the names of celebrities I haven’t even mentioned, just to see what happens. Bring it on, fame junkies!