Tuesday, January 20, 2009

I love statistics.

Being a pretty nerdy baseball fan all my life, it probably wouldn't come as much of a surprise if I told you I like statistics. I like reading them, I like creating them, I like slicing-and-dicing them in the right way so a nice bit of insight can be gained — maybe something that nobody's ever seen or thought before.

(Case in point: Alan Trammell's case for making the Baseball Hall of Fame. That guy should totally be in, and I'm not just saying that because he played twenty years for my favourite team. Look at the numbers yourself.)

As I've mentioned before, there's a little page-counter thing on this here blog. It's on the right side of the page, underneath all the Archives links — and right now it reads "00057945", which means that nearly sixty thousand pages of mine have been loaded-up. Amazing! I wonder how many of them found my blog by searching Google for "td canada trust sucks" (which someone did yesterday).

I pop onto the website that gives me my stats fix for this site now and again. It tracks the last hundred page-loads, and gives me a summary of how many people went to such-and-such a page (don't worry, it doesn't read your mind or your mail or anything). Lately my page-hits run about 30-something per day, with most of them coming from "returning visitors" (thanks, by the way).

However, I logged onto the thing today and, for whatever reason, the consistent numbers (e.g. January 16-17) have changed drastically:

      Page Loads  Unique Visitors  First-Timers  Old-Timers
---------- --------------- ------------ ----------
Jan16 37 28 10 18
Jan17 32 24 10 14
Jan18 67 57 45 12
Jan19 142 66 49 17

To quote Taggart from Blazing Saddles, "What in the wide, wide world of sports is a-goin' on here? Did I become an "overnight internet sensation"? I hope this doesn't mean paparazzi — you just know I'd die in a car crash in a tunnel somewhere because of them.

Anyway, the moral of the story is, if I don't know you but you read this tripe, then hello. If I do know you, but don't know you read this tripe... hi as well. If you're the ghost of Sir Charles Tupper reading this tripe... wow, you sure weren't Prime Minister for very long! But at least you had sweet sideburns.

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