Marketing & Other Mysteries

I am used to having no readers for my blog, so imagine how I felt the other day when I saw the other day that 18 people checked out one of my entries. It was the 12/26 entry entitled 'Queer' and I was stunned. 3 had been the biggest showing thus far, and that was months ago. Why did I get such a huge response? I'm guessing it was the tile: someone it must have gotten in a search engine, and with millions of homos out there, 18 came to my site, but I fear they left disappointed. It was only a brief, somewhat depressing paragraph, followed by a brief, even more depressing poem, which I think may form the basis for a somewhat longer, even more depressing song. The results make me ponder whether I should put queer into the titles of all my blog posts, since 18 was so much more than the usual zero. I wish the readers had taken time to read what else I offered, but, alas no, no other entry was looked at. Too bad, because some of them might have liked it, especially since I write so much pornographic material. Maybe more will come, but it might have just been for that one day. Maybe if I renamed my blog...no, I won't do that. I'm just no good at marketing. As for other mysteries, I believe that leprechauns exist, and they have followed me to the homeless shelter. According to George Noori on AM Coast to Coast, a radio program that delved into mysterious occurrences, leprechauns like to take one's stuff and hide it, then put it back where one had already looked for it. 4 days ago, I took off my hat and left it on my coat, instead of in my coat or in my locker as usual; when I awoke, the hat was gone. Naturally, I assumed it had fallen out of bed and someone walked off with it. I even contemplated getting a new hat, since it has been cold this week, but I didn't feel like going out of my way to do that. Good thing I am so lazy, because when I got up this morning, the hat was under my blanket, where I swear I had looked before. There's no way I could have slept there for 3 days and not have seen it, meaning the only logical explanation was that leprechauns had taken my hat and brought it back, having themselves a good laugh at my expense. I'm usually ticked off at their antics, but I was so pleased to have my hat back, I thought it best to laugh along with the mischievious entities. As for this final paragraph, the mystery is what will I possibly write about. My one mmystery I have is where do I find a lawyer to take down the thieving scumbags who profit with their apps that force people to watch adds, most of which for apps that will pay off instantly to PayPal, but which instead, when you try them, force you to watch adds for apps that won't make you watch ads, which of course you will. Many of these ads are exactly the same as ads used for other apps, or use parts of other ads, and show the same winners from one game as the winners of another game. If Google claims to be ignorant of this, then Google should still pay for not supervising the activities of these hucksters. Perhaps some ambitious young attorney could make a name for himself by taking on that giant corporation, on a contingency basis of course. What gave me the idea was the wiping out of my alleged winnings in one app, which gave a false email address to contact them at, and I knew that Google has got to be liable for this. Obviously, Google got some money from these cheats to begin with, so I feel it only proper to make them give me me some of it for all the pain this fraud has caused me, especially since if it had been on the level I wouldn't be in a shelter surrounded by bums and crazy people. I would have a nice place to live, and my cats could live with me again, though I'm sure they like being in the wilds of Northern Minnesota more than they like Saint Paul. It's obvious that politicians won't do anything about this, but it's so blatantly wrong I am sure the law will give me satisfaction.