Today, home in bed with the flu, and it being -34 outside--hey! it's dropped down from -35 C or is that risen up to -34C?...and...at these temperatures...who cares?--I have time on my hands.
This blog is tracked by a free counter from Extreme DM (why not give them a plug, the counter is free). This morning, I checked "referral" sources through the tracker, to discover what turns Google searches onto this blog. Knowing what generates a Google "hit" is important, because a reader finds your blog/web site through "key word" searches.
So, for example, the tracker turned up one reader who'd typed in "spitting up blood" and ended up here (because of a description of spitting up blood when brushing my teeth). Interestingly, the person was in China, judging from the Chinese characters on the top of the page. In this person's search, a number of pages which mentioned "spitting up blood" also popped up. Some of them were about other diseases, some were about, well, naughty things. Google does not discriminate!
This got me to thinking, which can often be dangerous.
I do want people reading this blog, both to inflate my ego and to spread information about Hypertension (guess which is more important to me). And certain selected key words will cause this blog to come up on Google. So the more "key words" that I have on this blog which will generate Google "hits", the better!
Therefore, I have now written this post, for the sole purpose of containing a list of key words which are guaranteed to generate a "hit".
Some words belong here. Some are just here to generate a hit.
Also: I've noticed that some illiterates (like me) on occasion spell Hypertension "Hypertenson", generating further hits. Hey, anyone can have hy blud pressyur. Is spelling properlee a good idea, then? Which is witch? While it may be an oxymoron to appeal to readers who can not read (okay, can not spell, it is not the right definition of oxymoron, just ironically call me Alanis), but the need for fifteen minutes of fame is too intoxicating to ignore.
So here's the list:
Hypertension
Hypertenson
Hypertensdaughter
Blood
Blood Pressure
High Blood Pressure
Stoned Blood Pressure
Medicine
Meds a sin
Prescription Medication
Over The Counter Medication
Jump Over The Counter To Get The Medication
Counter The Medication To Make Sure You Goter All The Pills
Sick
Sex
Sick sex
Stress
Breasts
Stressed Breasts
Tension
Breasts
Tense Breasts
Anxiety
Breasts
Anxious Breasts
Worry
Ass
President George W. Bush
Worried Head In Ass (we're back to President George W. Bush)
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Friday, January 12, 2007
Monday, December 11, 2006
Story: Bad Words
One day when he was yelling at her he saw the worst of his words fly out of his mouth and bruise her. The first word stuck to her lips, the next her right cheek, the third her nose. He was appalled, and apologized immediately. When he took the words back, the bruises faded, mostly.
But then he got really angry again, because eventually something always made him angry again, and increasingly his words stayed with her, the dark bruises remaining on her cheeks and lips and neck for longer. She would smile and appear to forget the words. He thought she did, it made him feel better.
But one day he found her using make-up over the bruises. She told him he could not take some words back. She stopped using make-up, to show him. Over the weeks the dark patches spread across her throat and chin, her eyes and cheeks, her arms, her legs. Her eyes were surrounded by his darkness, and then he did not see even her eyes. She was covered with his words.
That was when she left him. She told him she did not know why it had taken her so long. Her told her to stay. She ignored him.
He watched as she walked past him with a suitcase. As she approached the front door a large dark bruise on her face suddenly flew off and struck him in the eye. A bruise from her neck slapped his face as she opened the front door. Another bruise from her arm hit him as she closed the door behind her forever.
He was stunned. His words had never struck him before.
Only then did he yell angrily, but she was gone. His words hit the door and bounced back at him. He could not stop his anger and kept yelling until he was covered with bruises and his own darkness and his eyes and lips and ears were sealed shut and he lay on the floor shaking, his anger nothing without her.
Victor Schwartzman
victors@mts.net
But then he got really angry again, because eventually something always made him angry again, and increasingly his words stayed with her, the dark bruises remaining on her cheeks and lips and neck for longer. She would smile and appear to forget the words. He thought she did, it made him feel better.
But one day he found her using make-up over the bruises. She told him he could not take some words back. She stopped using make-up, to show him. Over the weeks the dark patches spread across her throat and chin, her eyes and cheeks, her arms, her legs. Her eyes were surrounded by his darkness, and then he did not see even her eyes. She was covered with his words.
That was when she left him. She told him she did not know why it had taken her so long. Her told her to stay. She ignored him.
He watched as she walked past him with a suitcase. As she approached the front door a large dark bruise on her face suddenly flew off and struck him in the eye. A bruise from her neck slapped his face as she opened the front door. Another bruise from her arm hit him as she closed the door behind her forever.
He was stunned. His words had never struck him before.
Only then did he yell angrily, but she was gone. His words hit the door and bounced back at him. He could not stop his anger and kept yelling until he was covered with bruises and his own darkness and his eyes and lips and ears were sealed shut and he lay on the floor shaking, his anger nothing without her.
Victor Schwartzman
victors@mts.net
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