I really don’t have any idea who Alexa is, but I think she’s in love with us guys. Can you imagine, our Alexa rank is now 5,329,298! Wow! That’s really great.
I got it from a very reliable source (unnamed of course to protect her identity) that having that rank means the influenza bloggers blog is now receiving 5 million visitors daily! Wow, can you imagine that? That’s just awesome!
I investigated further and noted that the average time that each visitor spends on this site is 11 minutes. So you multiply that by 5M, that’s like, the end of the world! OMG!
And you know how important Alexa is, right? Right?
I’m not really sure myself but it must be important, otherwise we won’t be talking about it.
Anyway, last night, four influenza bloggers decided to wet their horns and had a really long discussion about politics, religion, sex, and of course quantum physics. There was even a heated debate on whether Loop Quantum Gravity better unites quantum mechanics with general relativity than the String Theory. Of course I just made that up.
Doc Z was spewing poetry all the time while Bloggista was doing his darnedest to convince the Doc to insert keywords in his poetry for SEO purposes. The Ceblogger was thoughtful (as is usually the case), perhaps pondering on the theological ramifications of Doc Z’s poetry and how he can perhaps leverage on those honeyed words to alleviate the spiritual suffering of every person in the universe. Of course I was only thinking about sex.
Do you know how addicted you are to search engine optimization? Everytime you speak, you stuff your sentences with a lot of keywords. lol.
Bloggista also displayed his SEO skills last night. I should know because everytime Bloggista speaks, the people sitting in other tables around us would suddenly be quiet and strain their necks towards our direction. That my dear pornographic friends is called traffic generation. Which is further proof that si Bloggista ay hindi lang pampamilya, pang-isports pa.
Of course the night had to end. And after consuming almost a truckload of beer we had to stand up, which prompted the people around us to issue a collective “AWWWW”. I even saw one of the waitresses in the corner sobbing as if her heart would break. It was the same waitress who was trying to get Doc Z’s autograph for hours.
And that was the honest-to-goodness account of what happened last night.