Eh! I give up. I've
Eh! I give up. I've been trying to determine if my recent spate of short, lame daily entries and my failure to produce any Bits of worth has affected my meager traffic. To do this, I studied the excellent graphs and charts and whatnot offered by my excellent host. I discovered that people read Astonished Head first thing in the morning, but that it's mostly a lunch-time read. I also discovered that traffic drops off precipitously on the weekends. Usually no more than 20 hits. Then bang! I get 120 hits yesterday. I give up. On the whole, though, the traffic for this month resembles a ski-slope of medium difficulty. Slowly declining.
Ah, well. Life does have an irritating habit of intruding, only so many hours in a day, and so forth. In a few minutes, I must venture out into the broiling afternoon and hunt down the elusive box. I most often find them lolling and relaxing near the Chinese Man's Liquor Store, an institution that I will miss when I live this area. "Verry good wine!" the Chinese Man yelled at me once. "Good wine, all French!" This, as I was contemplating a bottle of Transylvanian red.
And so it goes. In just under four weeks, all of this Stuff will be packed into box carcasses, trundled into a truck, and then whisked away, to be reassembled in a new configuration, in a new place. Meanwhile, the bits and bytes that make up this site will remain where they are: somewhere in Utah. Very strange.
Now: I must suit up. I've got some box nets here, and my MB-40 box tranquilizer gun, and my box call. I'll put on my full camouflage--which will be very uncomfortable, because it's so hot today--and sneak outside to begin the hunt. And please, no mail from all of you box-rights loonies. The herds in the city habitat are far too large. I'm maintaining the natural balance, here, and if you bleeding hearts had ever actually seen a herd of winter-starved boxes, you'd agree with me.
