For context, my cat-gifs-and-bad-jokes Tumblr had the following in November:
7,236 page views
6,013 unique visits
5,563 first time visits
450 returning visits
The majority occurred on a single day, when BuzzFeed linked to a post I reblogged (with a little more from a French online magazine called Brain the next few days.)
Typically my stats are much less impressive (probably about 10% of those above) but getting traffic from a megasite like BuzzFeed can skew anything.
ETA: Maybe I should get into cat scandal reporting? "Maru's lovechild!" "Lil Bub: Racist or Revolutionary?"
My first free concert was John Farnham in a paddock at the AMP Showgrounds in Hastings in the late 80's. His parents lived in Havelock North and he was visiting them so decided to put on a show for the locals. I was about ten or eleven and only remember that there was a lot of sheep poo on the ground.
First paid gig was Smashing Pumpkins at the Super top in 1995 or 1996, after Mellon Collie was released. My family had just moved up from Hastings to Auckland, and I didn't know anyone here, but damn it I wanted to see them play. I remember the gig as being great: stripped back and straightforward, almost certainly because the Supertop was a dump. Jimmy Chamberlain got rained on when the roof leaked, but kept playing, and Billy Corgan just rode the wave of ten thousand kids having a great time at a rock show. Bullet with Butterfly Wings was a major highlight.
FFS, Kundera writes about the cultural disassociation of expatriates and exiles, and you somehow get a paean to political and social orthodoxy out of it?
ETA: Sorry about the tangent, but others are tackling the important issues up thread. I'm mostly just here to defend Milan's rep in the face of wilful misinterpretation.
I've always had trouble falling asleep, but I used to have even worse trouble waking up. I can never sleep in a room with light or noise-even having the bedroom door open can keep me awake.
I was a very heavy sleeper as a kid, but these days I wake up at the faintest noise, and once I'm awake, that's it, I won't sleep again. (Probably due to a short, sharp training regimen thanks to briefly working in breakfast radio.) I am also incredibly sensitive to caffeine and alcohol-I can't have any after about three pm or I won't sleep. Same with sex, oddly.
I have a rigid sleep pattern now, which keeps me functioning on my 5-6 hours without too many I'll effects, but it restricts me from considering major lifestyle changes-shift work would be a nightmare for me.
I'm remembering a time I had what I thought was relevant information regarding the movement of a group of guys who had apparently been involved in an abduction and gang rape, only to meet with complete indifference from the investigating detective when I rang her to offer what I knew.
Morning Report says police now admit there have been 4 complaints, all from girls between 13 and 15, since 2011. I have no words. (that wouldn't risk defamation)
It might be defamatory to suggest active corruption here, but the only other reasonable explanation is gross negligence. I know which explanation seems more likely to me at the moment.
It stayed like that for ages, but recently I discovered the audio has since been muted. Which just makes the video look really weird (and also makes me want to replace the soundtrack with something even weirder).
That's brilliant. You should post it in the next Friday music thread!
I don't know about the rest of you, but this is a new experience for me: I'm now tired from all the sex someone else was having.
Offering someone $100k for something and paying them $100k are two quite different things.
Very true. He wouldn't be the first "filmmaker" in this town to offer someone "a share of the profits" on a film that will never make its production costs back.
I believe the offer of a porn role was mentioned in the Herald yesterday too. But the figure he quotes...anyone with even a passing familiarity of the economics of the porn industry in Auckland (ahem) realises that figure is ludicrous. Either Cook is exaggerating for effect, or he really has no idea what he's doing.