Instalanche: It's Like Christmas!
I was going to make this my absolutely the funniest item of the day, but frankly, I think it transcends that. Bubblehead pens an ode to the Instalanche:
“‘Twas the day after Sunday, and all through my site,<br/> Not a visitor was active, not getting a bite;<br/> My posts had been writ with the greatest of care,<br/> In the hopes that some comments would fill up dead air;
“My referrers log empty, most bloggers would scoff,<br/> My visions of blogofame seemed quite far off;<br/> No trolls came to visit, leaving posts in ALL CAPS,<br/> So I settled my head for a sorrowful nap;
“But now my Sitemeter spun faster and faster,<br/> I clicked “referred by”, thinking ‘who’s the spam blaster’;<br/> When what to my bloodshot, wet eyes should be seen,<br/> but “instapundit.com” that was filling the screen;
“Much faster than spambots the linkers they came,<br/> I shouted and yelled as I called out their names:<br/> ‘Oh Billy, oh Steven, oh Cut On the Bias,<br/> Daimnation, Yay Chrenkoff, Atlas Shrugs, and the Argghhh!!! guys,<br/> From the depths of all blogdom and blogrolls so small,<br/> Now link away, link away, link away all!’”
For a more prosaic account of the week’s events, read the whole thing.
June 26th, 2005 at 7:38 am
BLOG: Ode to the Instalanche
Bubblehead: “‘Twas the day after Sunday, and all through my site, Not a visitor was active, not getting a bite; My posts had been writ with the greatest of care, In the hopes that some comments would fill up dead…
June 26th, 2005 at 7:40 am
BLOG: Ode to the Instalanche
Bubblehead: “‘Twas the day after Sunday, and all through my site, Not a visitor was active, not getting a bite; My posts had been writ with the greatest of care, In the hopes that some comments would fill up dead…
June 26th, 2005 at 2:32 pm
Hahaha! Great poem.