It's a Puzzlement

Now my dang father looked at the blog and I think he must have read about Double Wide and ShatAKing. Jeez. The poor man's going to have another stroke and every one will say it was all my fault.

He was looking because I told him that somebody in Australia had googled the phrase, "you can't skate in a buffalo turd" and landed back in the archives because I had quoted one of my dad's favorite songs. Roger Miller sang it years ago, and Dad used it to illustrate his favorite lesson to us kids during our formative years.

You can't roller skate in a buffalo herd
But you can be happy if you put your mind to it

This is basic Albert Ellis REBT (rational emotive behavior therapy) which is rather like the Bob Newhart school of psychotherapy. It works for some people quite well. I used to know someone who swore by it. While I think it's absolutely true that Everything is Decisional, REBT is too confrontational for me, but my ids are damaged.

Today I'm wondering if somebody is playing me like a violin.

Not Velvet - no one has to wonder if he's playing me.

I'm also wondering who it is that looks at this blog every day from Macintosh equipment using Verizon Internet Services in New York. It's so unlike a Mac user to sign up for a Verizon product that I'm thinking somebody with a lap top is using the neighbor's wireless connection.

My father thinks it's Buzz Kill's lawyer. I doubt it because if Buzz Kill were paying someone to check on things over here - he'd have to actually PAY the person. Never happen. So I have a little mystery on my hands.

If the visitor were searching for Crusty Panties I wouldn't give it a second thought because somebody from somewhere in the world stumbles across this blog every day because they googled Crusty Panties - or worse. Bokonism gets a lot of attention too. It should because of all the religions I've ever studied, it's the only one that makes perfect sense all the time. No. This person first showed up in early October googling "menopausal stoner." Note there's no S. S/he uses the same keywords every time. That's what happens when you can personally account for nearly the whole audience. Could be someone with whom I corresponded a bit via Plenty of Fish - never actually met him, but I mentioned the blog. Or it could be an actual stalker. Unlikely, but it happened to one of my lovely girlfriends.

It's a puzzlement.

Yul Brynner, The King and I