Graumagus of Frizzen Sparks is mulling over his hits/links discrepancy:

Take me for example, I have "Large Mammal" status. That's pretty far up the food chain. Makes it appear that if I'm not a big dog, at least I'm not a toy poodle either.

I get a whopping 75-100 hits a day. Less lately now that I've been in Depress-O-Angst mode about my job and other shit.

Blog Daughter Boudicca gets that or more, and in spurts gets 200+ hits a day, and she's stuck at Marauding Marsupial level. I see her surpassing my hits count before summer (I'm a proud papa! heheh).I think she deserves a higher ranking than me.

If I wasn't crosslinked to so many people because of belonging to The Alliance of Free Blogs, and Blogs for Bush, we'd be swapping pouch grooming tips. If they had three or four more large blogging groups for me to join, I could probably end up somewhere near Higher Being status without getting more than half my hits from personal friends. (NOT why I joined either the Alliance or Blogs for Bush, by the way)

There's a temptation to say that "those links don't count" somehow. But in a way, they do. They show that you're at least participating out in the larger blogosphere, and not just typing at yourself. It means that, at some point, you made yourself worthy of that link, even if it's not currently driving traffic.

If nothing else, consider it as sort of a reward for seniority. You've been blogging for a long time, so the links accumulate.

Or you can think of it THIS way - yeah, you suck, but not so bad that you're being DE-linked.

Those old links are like battle-scars or tattoos. No, they're not fresh & bleeding anymore, but at one time they WERE.

You've EARNED them. Wear them proudly.

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When I started blogging I just wanted to get the ego-boost of seeing my words in print and perhaps have someone leave a comment like "you don't suck TOO bad."

Along the line, I would occasionally get commenters with obvious writing skills. I felt guilty hogging all that good reading to myself, so I'd say "DUDE! Get a blog!"

And some people listened. Mostly because it was what they wanted to do anyway, and all they needed was a little nudge.

Thus blogchildren.

Then I discovered that sometimes encouraging people to continue to blog is as important as getting them to begin. Sometimes a blogger's virtual car stalls on the highway & needs a jumpstart. I found out that some people really appreciated those "you don't suck TOO bad" comments that I'd leave.

Thus adoptees.

And thus a childless man of 38 has numerous "children" who are older than he is. Which makes for some cute inside jokes.

But then things got weird. The blogkids started getting in touch with each other. Perfect strangers. No blood relationship. In a normal world, they would never have heard of each other, never met on purpose, and never even blinked if they passed each other on the street. Never would've thought in passing "this is someone I'd like to know".

Which leaves me marvelling at the happy unintended consequences of my choice to blog in the first place. I swear I never meant to do anything good.

But who am I to argue with destiny? ;-)

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