I was poking around Myspace recently because someone had told me they posted something on my page. I never look at it, so first I had to go through about five different emails and passwords before I finally remembered which one I had registered under. And even then, I couldn’t find my bloody page. So I had it search for “kwleslie.” It didn’t just search Myspace; it searched everywhere.
Sometimes it’s a scary thing to find out how many people have been reading or listening.
One of the top responses was to a podcast I had done some months ago. I had never really kept track of how many listeners I had on the thing; I always assumed it was about five or six, because that’s all the emails and comments I got about the show. So out of curiosity I decided to actually find out how many people had downloaded the show. The lowest number of downloads: 9 (from a show I had re-posted once I discovered a sound glitch.) The highest: 24,717.
That’s a lot of losers!
As I’ve said before: I don’t have a lot of respect for the fans of my dumber stuff. I don’t consider my yammerings worth getting all that excited about. They’re mildly entertaining, perhaps, but that’s all. Even so, there have been people who have indicated to me that the stuff I write is the greatest stuff ever, and the only reasonable response to that is they must not read much. Or they read crap. Okay, compared to crap, I’m amazing.
24,717 downloads? That’s gotta be a glitch or something. The next most downloaded show was only 4,045 times; and maybe by that point people realized the show wasn’t really any good and stopped paying attention to it.
Well… there’s no figuring people's tastes. If William Hung can produce a Christmas album, I suppose people may as well listen to a podcast of my rehashed rants. At least they’re free. People have to actually pay for Hung’s tone-deaf, barely intelligible moaning. Thirty seconds on American Idol was amusing; two CDs is like getting a colonoscopy with a toilet brush.
Same with my rants—after a point, I can’t read any more, and I’d hardly expect you to.