So you know how excited I get when I see a new country pop up on my viewer map. This morning I got one in Madagascar. That's cool because it gives me a whole new continent. But today, my excitement is eclipsed by the stark reality of the world we live in. You see, yesterday at lunch, my spirit was broken when my friend David informed me that there probably aren't real people reading my blog in Dubai or Korea or Iran (or Madagascar). He went on and on (ok, not really, but it makes for a better story) about how these international hits were nothing more than spam seeking computers bouncing off my site.
Well, screw you David (not literally of course, I have standards). I am going to believe that somewhere, deep in a remote village of Madagascar (does Madagascar have remote villages?), there's a little boy clinging to my every word, wishing he too could be in Austin, where the weather sucks, and the liberals on bikes covered in "save our springs" stickers yell at you for trying to pass them while there going 14 miles an hour down a busy road with a 45 mph speed limit during rush hour, carrying their little green bag made out of recycled diapers, brimming with fruits and veggies, and tofu shepherd's pie.
Don't give up little Amanaranaja. I just know I have readers in five of the seven continents of this world. I believe in my dreams...believe in yours too.
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