Kiss My Knits!

…probably because I am.

There is a webcam that points to a part of our house, so that our relatives can peek in and maybe catch a glimpse of our daughter working on one of our computers. Okay, she’s not working, she’s playing the Sims. Oh, all right, she’s not playing the Sims, she’s sitting next to or on my husband or I and telling us to make them throw parties and go swimming all the time. It’s not all the Sims, she could be telling us to build more “swimming dinosaur” enclosures in Zoo Tycoon.

But something weird’s been going on with this webcam lately. Hits are way up. I mean, waaaaay up. Like, someone will keep the java live feed open for hours and hours, even when we’re not sitting at the computer. And the hits aren’t from our relatives, they’re from places like Norway and Japan and Peru.

WTF?

We figure we must have gotten listed somewhere, but we can’t figure out where. Nor can we figure out why some guy in Norway would want to look at us playing the Sims over and over and over again. I guess it’s kind of hypnotic, but still.

Strangers are staring at us. I’m officially creeped out.