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It continues to fascinate me that the majority of traffic to this blog has occurred because of a single post made over a year ago. Okay, so that link takes you to the whole month's archive of posts. But that's exactly what google would give you, too, if you did an image search for 'Rupert Penry-Jones Persuasion' and clicked on the photo from my blog. You'd have to scroll through the whole of December, through my random thoughts on Being John Malkovich and Bella (whoever thought those two movies should be mentioned in the same blog post? What was I on?) just to find that sexy black-and-white portrait of the fellow.

You're wondering why I bring this up. You're thinking, 'come on, Molly. There can't be that many people in the world searching for Rupert Penry-Jones Persuasion and picking that particular photo to dwell upon.' Well let me tell you, it happens at least once a week. From all parts of the globe! From China to Argentina! I kid you not! These are people using google in a different language. You know, a language other than English. Crazy, huh?

Should I mention that I got that photo from a google image search in the first place?

Some of you are wondering what 'Rupert Penry-Jones Persuasion' even means. That just goes to show you didn't follow the link. And you know nothing about recent Victorian film adaptations. Shame on you.

As for the rest of you, if you are a regular reader who has come to me via this popular post (I highly doubt there are any hangers-on left, but who knows?) feel free to use the comment feature to wax eloquent on your relationship with Mr. Penry-Jones, or lack thereof. I am very curious.

sidenote: I also find it interesting that I've stopped capitalizing the word 'google' - like it's somehow become a part of nature, absented from corporate identity.

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  1. When I'm out, can we watch that version of Persuasion?? What can be better than the old one, though? And I am a regular blog reader because of one of your links... "What I Wore" is SOOO inspirational!

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  2. i haven't visited that site once since i posted it. i hope it's doing well in my absence. :)

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  3. dude you know I found your blog though that pic...whatever it was

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  4. haha. i suppose i should post something new sometime soon...

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