On the plus side, I get to do a directed study with my favorite professor! YES! Which means I get to learn more awesome, weird academic stuff to annoy people with! (Seriously, I'm really happy about this. If the university doesn't make it IMPOSSIBLE to register for directed study courses. Because the university is slowly becoming Mordor. That's right; I'm on to the fact that the light rail line you're building is actually housing thousands of Uruk-hai warriors. That would explain why it's still a giant mess pile of dirt over there after a year and a half and zero progress made.) (See what I mean about tangents?)
So any bit of confidence I can glean for my ridiculous endeavors on this blog (which I take far too much pride in and shall be smote for) is admired and appreciated. Which means, even if you're looking for picture of Martin Freeman nude and your attempts led you here, I thank you for stopping by regardless (and no, there are no nude picture of Martin Freeman here. Sorry. But may I interest you in a deconstruction of hedgehogs?) (And see what I mean about weird?)
The only reason I'm even prattling on about page views is because certain select fandoms of Tumblr (wow, I just got this weird feeling I'm describing fantastical realms) have been... observed, shall we say, by certain celebrity personalities. This post describes how Amanda Abbington, Martin Freeman's wife, is familiar with fanblogs. This post talks about how Martin Freeman and Benedict Cumberbatch have discovered fan fiction - and they think it's cool. And gingerhaze, an amazing artist who posts her work on Tumblr, has been told that her work has been shown to Tom Hiddleston and that he likes it. To which she replied:
So, on the .000000005% chance (which is roughly what 4 divided by 7 billion is, I think) that Freeman, Abbington, Cumberbatch or Hiddleston have stumbled across this blog (so statistically unlikely it is statistically significant... think about it) - hi, guys. Can we be bros? Of course, I could account for other people who might have stumbled across this blog who know the four mentioned above and are actively looking at fan stuff... because they can. And Kevin Bacon because... because the six degrees of Kevin Bacon demands it to be so. Thus, let's make it a nice round number of 100 because... just because. So that's around .0000001% chance. You know what I love about math (other than the fact that I can still remember how to do it)? It's deeply humbling. Of all the people who've visited this blog (assuming for the sake of simplicity that these are all new people who have come across my blog; probably not true but I am not a mathematician so we're keeping this simple), that's only .000009% of the world's population. This requires a gif:
My point is... do I have a point? Wait, yes, yes, I do! My point is I'm not going to freak out that people are actually finding my blog. Because I want them to find it (duh) since there are a billion other sites they could be going to instead. And because the chance of the people finding it being simultaneously celebrities is so ridiculously low, I'm kinda thinking it's not actually the case. On the off-chance they are - the bro offer still stands.
Look, I run a blog. I have nothing to hide (or do I? Regardless, I don't blog about it... so you'll never know!). Anyone could read this. The president could read this. Kevin Bacon could read this. Aliens could read this. And I'm cool with that.
After this pointless randomness, I have a small victory - I have finally found the source of why Martin Freeman is supposedly made of jam. It can be found here. (Look, this has legitimately bothering me what the correlation was. It's kind of a stretch, but knowing now at least makes me feel that all of those people who were Googling for Martin Freeman + Jam may not have a totally fruitless search. Oh God... fruitless. I just made an jam-related pun. Help).
There is nothing more I can say tonight. So here's a picture of a hedgehog.