Well, I did call it the house of pleasure

Or, yeah, now I know what brought you here

Inspired by the A Squared blog, of which I am a patron (though not often enough), I installed a nifty little doohickey here (I'm sure there's a real word for it, just as sure as I'm sure I'm using too many parentheses) that tells me where my traffic is linking from.

Now I'm not so sure I wanted to know. (And if you have innocent eyes, you won't click on the Google link down the right sidebar to find out. In fact, you'd best not read any further.)

You see, I sort of named the blog on a lark, really on sort of a dare from someone who probably never thought I'd take him seriously. But since I couldn't come up with anything better, well, it kind of stuck. For any but the geekiest among you, or those who become inexplicably drawn to the charm of my ramblings, there's probably little pleasure to be had here.

But back to my story. (You see, I'm all about the sidetrack, the unplanned detour. That's why I need so many parentheses. I pray they're never rationed.)

It all happened because I have this pet peeve about the word pussy. Not its use in general necessarily, though it's usually gratuitous, but in particular the usage that connotes weakness. Every one of us was born, and I think that most of our mothers would tell us it was no mean feat. Well, my sister can't tell her children that, having set a land speed record for giving birth even with an epidural, but that's another story.

All other evidence of power aside, this is enough to prove to me there's nothing weak about pussy. And I made a great fuss about it in a post about what some radio personalities said, and blah, blah, you can just read the post yourself.

I guess the pertinent detail is that, having a lack of talent for titles that should be obvious to anyone who's read this far, I simply called the post "Pussy." Following my blog title, that evidently results in just the right combination of key words that has undoubtedly frustrated more than a couple of Googlers. (If any of you have read this far, please accept my apologies. Feel free to stick around a while, if you're so inclined.)

Having installed a visit counter a while back, I'd been a little surprised to see some modest increases, enough to total more than the number of my acquaintances, knowing there's not much to draw the random visitor. I thought perhaps my scintillating prose on TIBU had amassed such attention, though I guess I would have a post titled "Hands Off My Clitoris" largely to thank for that. Ah, if only I'd known.

While I may have to let go of the delusion that I lure unwitting souls with my seductive prose, if nothing else, perhaps I have proven the power of pussy once and for all.