Giving things a Boost

Wake up from some bizarre and extremely oppressive nightmare set in some sort of futuristic prison, and unable to get back to sleep, I check my blog stats -- oh god why did I ever install that thing -- and it seems to be mostly google searches.

I can only assume that there is some dreadful rumor about Grenadian girls that brings people here looking for naked ones. I think I can safely assure you, brethren, in advance of knowing what that rumor is, that it is a lie.

Ditto the people who come looking for Passa Passa. I dunno, call me cynical, but I don't think that the sound of me nattering on about its cultural significance is what they were looking for. That is, I'm beginning to think that the Passa Passa searches are guys basically looking for porn.

The thing about porn is that probably you can search for anything and turn up porn. (I know it's not relevant but that old Michael Kelly piece is the funniest thing I ever read about the Internet. Oh, and he's posting again, happy day, happy day.) The converse is apparently true. Look for porn, end up at my site reading about dogs and John Donne, literary critics and and Caribbean news.

I'm going to assume that the person who went on this search was not seeking to know whether I have had a boob job, but wanted to know what I had written about a boob job.

Oddly, the one post I ever made on that particular subject doesn't show up in the search.

The other possibility, that I am making myself into a social pariah even among my small and select readers, has not crossed my mind for oh let's see about half an hour now. I mean, it starts to cross my mind, you know, but it never seems to make it all the way across, it stops somewhere near the middle and just sits there staring at me with an insolent expression.