But anyway, that's not the point. There was a back room in this beauty shop that I remember vividly, with it's dirty marigold-colored walls and giant mirrors. It was the mirrors that made an impression, because there were two of them, four feet wide, facing each other, so if you stood looking at them you got an infinite reflection. I would spend entire minutes paralyzed in front of this mirror when I was in the 3rd grade, just looking at reflection after reflection, and you could tell that the walls weren't exactly square because the infinite reflections slowly bent away from each other.
I've been reading a lot about backlinks, which is a fancy way of saying a link BACK to your site from another site(brilliant!). And I think I've discovered a way to break the internet. SHHHHHH.
You see, I put links on my site to other sites, which makes me seem reputable, at least to the brilliant folks at Google and such. A link to them gives them credibility, which means you're credible. It's as if talking about a subject gives you knowledge on the subject, which of course is complete horsecrap. Just because I mention Higgs-Boson doesn't mean I understand a hellfired thing about them. I've tried. That particle is too smart for me. I don't feel particularly bad about not understanding the "God Particle", as it's called, because there are a whole host of internet ninnies out there claiming that Atheism is struggling due to it's discovery, which is much like saying now that I've learned how to spell kung fu, Jet Li must be terrified. Yeah, not so much. Point goes to Jet Li. And Atheists.
Back to the backlinks. Links on your site, as every SEO maestro spouts in website design and SEO-man-ship 101 right before they ask you to buy their 29.95 e-book, are how you begin to draw traffic. It's name-dropping for the internet. "I have a personal relationship with Justin Timberlake through my internet presence so I must be important". I still can't make the logic work, but they say it, and when they talk, I listen.
I'm pretty sure the internet is gonna break from this, just like my young 3rd grade mind hurt as I slowly bent my head sideways looking at reflection after reflection of myself picking my nose in the mirror all those years ago.