La France Aime Le Guak?

After publishing my last installment, "Music To My Ears," I decided out the readership statistics for GuakTalk.

For the past week or so my readership has averaged around forty-five hits a day. Sa-weeeet! It's reassuring that more and more people are checking out my world wide web log. While the handful of you that consistently read my stuff are fantastic (and I am eternally grateful to boot!), most of you I can relate these things to you in person since I see you face-to-face on a regular basis. So new blood is appreciated, particularly the blood of total strangers.

Upon closer inspection I noticed most of that traffic is coming from France. France? The only people I know living in France are my close friends Johnny Depp and Robert Crumb, and they both have told me repeatedly that I can take my infrequent mildly amusing musings and shove them up my derriere.

So what gives? In the past month 158 of my hits have originated from the United States. 222 were from our Revolutionary War saviors from across The Pond, and 220 of those were from the past week. Sacre bleu! Did something happen? "A Fond Farewell, Fort Bitchin'" was the only thing I published last week, and I can't find anything France-related in that post.

Is this some error? I ask you my French brothers and sisters, if you are out there could you please leave me a comment here or drop me a line at strutting_guak@yahoo.com? I'm incredibly curious as to what you find appealing, and how you across GuakTalk in the first place.

And if you like fiction in small easily digestible chunks may I suggest my serial, The Ballad Of Harry Guakomoli. This suggestion is directed to the rest of ya as well.

Before I sign off, I would like to thank Sofia for translating the title of this post for me; I am afraid my knowledge of the French language is limited to fromage, croissanwich, and Dave Coulier.