Well the technological leap forward is not that. It is that today Dig installed a statcounter on this site.
Are you impressed? Are you impressed? Please be impressed, because this might be your only chance.
Grit, of course, is very impressed.There it is! she squeals. A little counter! Then she takes to poring over all the lovely statistics. Look! she cries! Someone just looked at my blog! Wow! It is me! That is exciting! If I look at my blog, then the little charts go up! Look, Dig, look!
After ten minutes of this, Grit has twenty hits on her blog. Eighteen are Grit, one is Dig during testing, and someone has wandered in from Bath. At this last revelation, Grit is beside herself with joy. Even though the visitor from Bath quickly exits after spending 0 seconds perusing Grit's day blogspot. She is almost ready to jump into the car, drive to Bath and go and hunt down that fella, the nearly-reader of Grit's day and give them a big old smackeroo for nearly reading, but not quite, but hey! there's always a next time, right?! And then, guess what? The site hosting the stat counter explodes.
No, seriously. There is an explosion, boom boom type of explosion, at the other end of the wire. Several large chunks of computer equipment leap several foot into the air, there is an electrical fire and my statcounter disappears. You think I'm making this up don't you, just to prove that Grit is the kiss of doom? Well here's the bulletin put out by the statcounter people:
On Saturday 31 May there was an explosion in The Planet Data Center in Houston Texas. Electrical gear shorted, creating an explosion and fire that knocked down three walls. On the instructions of the Fire Department, The Planet then turned off all power to the Data Center resulting in 9,000 servers being knocked offline.Well, as you happy readers of Grit's day know, along with any bad news there is also good news. Because the someone from Bath who wandered in by accident is now safe from a big Grit kiss. Now I have no stat counter at all and cannot tell when you don't come back.
So I will just have to give any accidental visitors, from Bath or otherwise, your big old smackeroos right here.
Mwah! Mwah! Mwah!