After posting my last post, I took a look at the statistics for the blog.
I found that, on August 25, the blog had received 455 page views.
For some blogs, that might not be out of the ordinary. But this blog is only read by my family and friends, and then only when I specifically instruct them to. On most days this blog gets at most one or two page views.
I must assume that this one outstanding day was the result of the actions of a bot. I don’t know that the purpose of the bot was, but perhaps it was to make obscure bloggers feel good about themselves.
The summer Olympics are almost here, and my only thought on the subject is wondering whether NBC will bring back the Olympics Triplecast.
And if they bring back the Olympics Triplecast, will they have Bill Cosby do another commercial for it?
Okay, maybe not . . .
If I were a sports fan, I would probably have a head full of Olympic memories about Michael Phelps, and Mary Lou Retton, and Bruce Jenner from before . . . well, it’s probably best not to get into all that.
But I’m not a sports fan, so all that I remember about the Olympics from my youth is the Triplecast, which I never actually saw (nor did many other people), and which was a financial disaster for its network.
I wish that I had had an opportunity to discuss the issue with the president of NBC.
Me: Will NBC be bringing back the Olympics Triplecast for the 2016 Olympics?
President of NBC: There are no plans to do that.
Me: Will there be any plans in the future, like for the winter Olympics, or the next summer Olympics?
President of NBC: No.
Me: How about applying the Triplecast retroactively to the 2012 Olympics?
(On a final note, I’ve spent the last few decades thinking that the program was called the “Olympic Triplecast”, but upon researching this post I found that the correct name was “Olympics Triplecast”.)
Do you ever see a shoe lying abandoned in some random location, and wonder how the shoe got there, and what befell the other shoe in the pair?
I have seen two such shoes recently.
The first was a woman's shoe, stuck in the mud at the bottom of a puddle on the edge of a parking lot. American Toads had laid eggs in the puddle a few weeks earlier; if you look closely, you can see a tadpole swimming around inside the shoe.
The second was an old red sneaker. It floated upside down in a backwater pool of a rocky stream, absolutely motionless, forming an odd vista of cosmic peace and harmony.