Should I feel guilty? I’ve been getting a lot of traffic lately to a post I put up about a year ago about The Sopranos. The point of the post was that there were a lot of spoilers on the Internet the weekend before the first episode of the new season, and avoiding them would take some willpower.
The post has not a single spoiler in it. And even if it did, it would be a year out of date.
Well, if you type Sopranos Spoilers into Google, guess whose entry shows up on the first search page? The search page entire marketing departments and spin-off PR agencies are built around. I am so optimized. And I wasn’t even trying. Nobody paid me $50,000 to consult for them on how to do this. It just happened.
This isn’t the first time. My Elliot Mintz post from last year still gets lots of hits, and until someone basically copied my stuff into Wikipedia, I was the #1 result of any search for the Paris Hilton/John Lennon publicist. (I’m still a healthy #3.) But at least that post had information in it. You go to my Mintz post, you learn something. You can impress girls with it. You can win bar bets. You can feel in the know.
Not so with my Sopranos post. It’s just a bunch of pointless drivel. It was meant for my smaller core of regular readers who check in here occasionally for a glimpse into my mind. A glimpse taken on a particularly sad and mediocre day, catching me obsessing about a damn TV show.
A few days ago, I updated the post to underscore its total uselessness. But they keep coming! So this is my last shot, my last chance to get my integrity back.
Attention: If you’ve come to my blog for a clue as to how the Sopranos are going to end, you won’t find it here. I don’t know. Go here instead. It has a bunch of credible sounding spoilers in it. I wish I hadn’t gone there. I really didn’t want to know what it purports to tell you. It’s probably not true anyway. But since you’re obviously so determined…have at it.