Hello, hello, hello, all you rock ‘n’ rollers and fans of karaoke! Welcome to today’s edition of my little girlie magazine. Guy Hogan is my name and flash fiction is my game. What adventures in blogging will we share today?
How’s everyone doing?
In the never ending battle to increase the readership of the Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette, I’m trying something new starting today. Usually, I stick 30 posts to the front page, most of them fron the archives which now contain 1,800 posts. I just counted the number of posts on the front page of The Huffington Post. The HP has 104 posts on its front page. So, from now on I’ll stick 50 posts to the front page of the PFFG. This does not include new content (like this post) that I can add at anytime.
Don’t be. Leave the formatting to me. You just enjoy yourself. So far this month my little girlie magazine is averaging 427 page views every day. That’s just my organic traffic. I don’t know what my direct traffic is because I recently updated several plug-ins and lost the ability to see what my direct traffic is; but my direct traffic was usually a little higher than my organic traffic.
This thing of being a webmaster ain’t no joke.
I did have a good time at karaoke at Nico’s in Little Italy Saturday night. I met two nurses (they said they were nurses) at the bar and when karaoke began in the dinning room I found us a table and we three sat together. They seemed like nice women. I danced with one. You know, my thigh tight between her two thighs. That kind of dancing to a slow song. The other nurse got up to sing twice that night. I sang three times that night. It was a large, appreciative crowd. The nurse I danced with danced with several other men during the night. She was enjoying herself. Then some time during the night she disappeared. Poof! Her friend even looked for her in the bathroom. Her friend and the DJ looked for her outside. I stayed and watched the table. She had left her jacket, phone and purse on our table. Her friend came back and said she was going to wait until closing and then gather up the belongings of the lost nurse and call a cab. I left around one in the morning. Karaoke is over at one-thirty in the morning. Nico’s closes its doors at two in the morning. I hope the lost nurse is okay. Alcohol lowers inhibitions. You should have seen her dance. She even ended up straddling one of the regulars as he sat in a chair singing karaoke. No, she was not wearing a dress or a skirt, but that she straddled him at all was still hot!
It will be a sunny day in Pittsburgh today with a high around 70. As soon as I post this I’m going to take a short bus ride to Armand’s in Little Italy for a couple of cans of 16 once Pabst Blue Ribbon and a couple of bags of peanuts and sit at the bar and watch Liberty Avenue (yoga pants weather) while I think deep thoughts about life and writing and how to increase the readership of The Gazette. I’ll be updating the front page all day long.
This is Guy Hogan reporting from Pittsburgh.