Some of you heard me go off on this subject via Twitter last Friday afternoon. A man named Horni came to visit Twenty Four At Heart and I had a field day with his name.
It really was the greatest thing. It snapped me right out of my funk. I mean who on earth doesn't laugh at a man named Horni?
Like most websites, I have a statistics program associated with 24. It tells me how many visitors I get. It also tells me what city and country they're from. It's not completely accurate, but it gives me a general idea of what areas of the world are logging on. For instance, I only have a few readers in Vietnam, but I have lots in Australia and New Zealand.
Once in a great while a person's actual name will pop up on my stat program. This rarely happens, and I think it's a result of the owner setting up their computer incorrectly to start with. I have no idea who most of you are, and I'm sure you prefer it that way.
(By the way, if you want to get to know me better or for me to get to know you … leave comments. My regular commenters often end up becoming my real life friends.)
Anyway, last Friday afternoon I clicked over to my stat program and saw a man named Horni XYZ was logged on from a European country. Honestly, I have great blogger luck because shit like that just falls in my lap.
I sent out a tweet saying:
Some guy named Horni from XXXX is on my blog right now. He shouldn't move to the US with that name. He would need to change it.
Of course I couldn't leave it at that. No, once I get on a roll there's no stopping me. I quickly added the following:
And then how would it feel to be Mrs. Horni? Or if you had to say, "I'm married to Horni over there?"
What followed was a general discussion as to whether everyone on Twitter wanted to get Horni. I could release his IP address out to the Twitter population and then anyone who was interested in getting Horni could get in touch with him if they wanted.
(For those of you who are paranoid, I would, in reality, never, ever, release anyone's IP address … but if I ever WAS going to, for sure it would be Horni's.)
Can you imagine being Horni?
What's it really like to be Horni all the time?
"Hi! I'm Horni."
"Nurse, please get Horni."
"Next time please be louder Horni."
"Raise your hand if you're Horni."
"I woke up Horni."
"I'm Horni and I'm an alcoholic."
And on and on … and on and on!
If Horni were a regular reader, I wouldn't be writing this post. And Horni, if you're back here again today I apologize for getting so much joy out of your name. According to my stat program it was Horni's first visit to Twenty Four At Heart. My stats also told me he found 24 by googling, "lost her clit."
Horni really is horny.
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