Friday, June 20, 2008

OK, feeling better - found my analytics

OK, I've been wondering about my analytics since Q/Fringes always write about theirs. I sort of accidentally finally figured out how to see them. Very interesting that the main two referring sites after blogger are Alien's and Squirrel's. Thanks guys! And cnn is number 3 - someone explain that one to me! Oh, maybe all the news articles I link to...

Also, my search terms are no so exciting as Fringes/Q. The top two are 'no regrets quote' and 'my husband birthday present'. Oh dear. The poor women who just want a friggin' birthday present for their husband dammit get shown my blog.

8 comments:

Tera said...

NoR I'm glad you found your analytics :)

P.S. Reveal is posted...make haste!

heather said...

i finaly fixed mine too. i hadn't checked it in a very looooong time and did't realise (stupid me) that the html for it is in the template code. no wonder it said i hadn't had ~any~ visitors in about 6 months or so!

Churlita said...

I think it's fun to see what people google to get to my blog. Sometimes it's scary too.

Glamourpuss said...

My search terms are dodgy as hell ;-)

It's not good for my self-esteem.

Puss

Squirrel said...

H'mmm... you're welcome? Although I don't know what Analytics are, so I'm somewhat confused. Not much more than I'm usually confused, though.

Susan said...

I was reading through my copy of '...Only One"...and realized if a person read my story then went to my blog they'd be in for a shock.

NoRegrets said...

I made haste!
Heather, you just talked nonsense to me. Didn't understand a word.
Churlita and Puss...well, not sure what to say. Start writing about kittens and bunnies. :-)
Squirrel, left you a comment.
Susan, which piece made it in the book?

heather said...

uhm, i hardly understand it myself but when you aren't using a blogger provided template you have to copy and paste a magic code into just the right spot on your magic template code. if you do it wrong an evil wizard hides your reports and makes you feel like a loser that nobody wants to visit.


or something like that...

kinda.