I can see you. No, really, I can.

Back in August I was reading a blog and noticed they were using a tool called Sitemeter.  I clicked it thinking it was just some application that helps you see how many hits per day a website gets.  I didn't really read much about what it did, but it looked interesting and simple to install on my site and I figured that seeing how many people were actually reading my blog might spur me to write more often and, possibly, try harder not to sound like a nattering idiot.  Up until this past weekend I hadn't bothered to check out the statistics that Sitemeter had been gathering.  Last night, unable to sleep (probably due to the shock my system is experiencing without sugar) and having gotten bored with on-line sudoku, I went to Sitemeter's website and began sifting through the stats for my blog.  I was pleasantly surprised to see how many people have come to the blog over the last three months, although I kind of felt like a mom whose kids don't call or write.  How come you people don't leave more comments?  I'll take complaints and snarky remarks too!  I think it's pretty cool that I've gotten hits from Iceland, Australia and Turkey to Tennessee, South Dakota and Hawaii.  But the coolest feature so far?  When I clicked "detail" next to the locations, I got the latitude and longitude of each visitor.  That was interesting for the far flung locations...but it got really neat when I started checking up on the regular visitors.  If you enter longitude and latitude on Google Maps, you can get really detailed info.  If the long. and lat. is in North America, you can get a street view and an address.  That's right, photos so detailed you can make out the numbers on the house.  I checked out a few regular visitors and tried to figure out if these were people I know.  After a while I began to feel a little guilty and creepy - like this kind of poking around might qualify me as a sort amateur cyber-stalker.  I've decided I should probably leave it alone...for now.  At least until I rent Saw 4 and can't sleep again.  Until then, just remember:  I know where you live now.  I can read your Welcome mat from the satellite photo.  At least entertain me by sunbathing nude on your roof or spray painting "Hello!" on your sidewalk.