Saturday, April 12, 2008


According to statistic reports, the second most used search criterion which plops visitors onto my blog is an image search for "ancona." I've long wondered what the ancona attraction is, so I ran ancona through Yahoo! Image Search and sifted through 15 pages of photo thumbnails without seeing a single image generated from my blog. Okay, I thought, the stat identifies Google as the engine, so I'll do the Google Images search. Still, it wasn't until I'd reached page 12 that I saw the photo.

That? That's bringing people to my blog? Weird.

And I wonder if they're disappointed when they get here. Do they growl? They knew they were going to get a wad of chickens (clear, even in the thumbnail), so they're happy? Were they just curious about what sort of nutcase person is posting fowl fotos?

More interesting to me, though, was running through Google Images the word which generates the most hits on my blog -- from all over the world and with regularity: HenNots.

I was very, very scared to run it, as evidenced by the fact that it's been showing up in the stats for months, and only today was I able to make myself give it a go. I don't know why, but I feared it was the name of a porn star. Or an uncomely website. Or a brothel in Indonesia. Why ever on earth are so many people typing hennots into Google Image and poking the button? I cannot tell you. What I can tell you is that doing so will bring one a single (1) page of results, with 13 photos, 12 of which are on my blog: 3 blog entries and 2 sidebar photos neither of which are hens...which I suppose does make them HenNots, although hen and/or not don't come to my mind when I think of a child or a dog. Go figure.

The first photo in the results, though, is of a family named Hennot: "The Hennots in deep family...," and I've not yet followed the dot-dot-dots to learn in what the Hennots are deeply engaged. Based on the thumbnail, they may be engaged in a pitcher of tea. Or ale. (Is ale served in pitchers?) They may be discussing Cousin Herman's balding pate. Ah, the URL indicates it's a genealogy site. Mayhap they're in deep family distress over Aunt Scarlet's escapades and laying plans to lop her branch from the family tree.

All jesting aside (and desiring not to be sued), the Hennot family looks lovely in their thumbnail, and I'm confident they're merely in deep family...conversation of the finest sort. Cousin Herman, you still have plenty of hair on the crown of your head. I was just joshin' ya! Aunt Scarlet, anyone can experience embarrassing moments. Why, I once (decades ago) tripped while stepping away from my table in a popular nightspot and unwittingly broke my fall by latching onto the waistband of the man seated on a stool opposite my table, and who had a plumber thing happening with his backside. Hey, it could happen to anyone. Couldn't it? Tell me it could happen to anyone.

The sleuth in me sent me searching this morning; I just thought I'd share the googles.

Then spake Jesus again unto them, saying, I am the light of the world: he that followeth me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life. ~John 8:12

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