Archives for November 2013
I think it was Thursday when I got the idea and announced it here. I’s done it before years back (a dozen posts in a day) and recall how fun and intense it was. So the plan was to start Friday afternoon and just blog may ass off until Sunday evening.
It begins here: “Experiments With Intermittent Fasting”
To browse through them all, just hit the link to the right at the top of each post to get to the next one. In all, I did 20 posts. I only did 2 on Friday, then seven on Saturday, eleven yesterday. On Saturday and went until 1:30 am on Sunday, got started again at 8 am, went to 2:30 am this morning with the last few hours catching up on comments and emails and such.
An average day of visitor traffic is 3,000 to 3,500 visits. It got started slow, with only about 3,700 on Saturday, but then yesterday rocked with 8,000 visits and 12,000 page views. And currently, today, at only 11 am, I’m at 9,000 visits so far, 11,000 page views, with 13 hours left to go in the day.
Not bad. Thanks, people.
So I think I’ll make this a semi regular thing, maybe once or twice per month on a weekend day or two where I’m just doing the homebody thing.
The most popular post of the marathon? Frenchman and MovNat Founder Erwan Le Corre Gives Some Americans a Needed Moral Lesson in Being Prudish Little Crybaby Children. It has so far garnered over 1,400 social shares.
“I feel like such a tool.”
“Yea, so? Embrace your nature.”
“I know. Yea. But it’s just so…so…toolish, y’know? No respect. no real appreciation. I mean, there’s these times—y’know—when it’s all ooooh, ah. Ah, oh oow…yes, ahhhhh…ah…ah…Ah…AH…AAAAHHHH!!! And then I get tossed in this dark place with a slam. Just when the party’s getting started, y’know?”
“…And then, at the airport? Just when you’re all snuggled up amongst all those silky unmentionables and you get yanked right out in the open for everyone to see…and this goon in fashion colors is making snide glances like you’re a piece of trash or something…? …And, and…have you seen how they always check their purple gloves…and what the fuck is that all about anyway? And like what? ‘You can’t even TOUCH me? …Hey, dude: I’m responsible for more pleasure at $29.95—and in six month’s time—than you’ll be in your entire life!'”
“Sounds like you just need a sense of greater purpose is all.”
“Specialization makes you special.”
“Uhhh, can you be a little more specific?”
“Well, it’s just that some of us only go where no man has gone before.“
“You watch too much TV.”