Main

processing priority

4

site type

3 (personal blog or private political site, e.g. Blogspot, Substack, also small blogs on own domains)

review version

11

html import

20 (imported)

Events

first seen date

2024-11-12 21:22:21

expired found date

-

created at

2024-11-12 21:22:21

updated at

2025-10-18 05:12:25

Domain name statistics

length

29

crc

40242

tld

2211

nm parts

0

nm random digits

0

nm rare letters

0

Connections

is subdomain of id

69893241 (blogspot.com)

previous id

0

replaced with id

0

related id

-

dns primary id

0

dns alternative id

0

lifecycle status

0 (unclassified, or currently active)

Subdomains and pages

deleted subdomains

0

page imported products

0

page imported random

0

page imported parking

0

Error counters

count skipped due to recent timeouts on the same server IP

0

count content received but rejected due to 11-799

0

count dns errors

0

count cert errors

0

count timeouts

0

count http 429

0

count http 404

0

count http 403

0

count http 5xx

0

next operation date

-

Server

server bits

server ip

-

Mainpage statistics

mp import status

20

mp rejected date

-

mp saved date

-

mp size orig

38374

mp size raw text

10752

mp inner links count

6

mp inner links status

10 (links queued, awaiting import)

Open Graph

title

the Animation of Being

description

image

site name

author

updated

2026-03-06 21:29:50

raw text

the Animation of Being skip to main | skip to sidebar Monday, February 16, 2009 Flight of a crocodile I sat up on my bed and looked out of the window. From the extreme right of the window I see a bunch of crows flying around a dead body trying to snatch it out of the jaws of a crocodile ( or the Indian Ghadiyal). Limited by my 3 feet of height I stand up on the bed. As they go closer to the window, I scream and suddenly the visuals go dark. Dead dark. I find myself standing on the bed and screaming when I wake up. It was a bad dream. Was a dream? How did I stand up then? That wasn’t part of the dream. A lot of my childhood was spent in fear. And I was a petrified child. I wouldn’t sit on a chair with my feet hanging. What if something/ someone attacked me from underneath the chair? I wouldn’t walk upstairs at night. And during day I’ll climb it from the safer side. I wouldn’t allow my parents to switch all the lights off. .I would kick open the door to the bathroom in ca...

Text analysis

redirect type

0 (-)

block type

0 (no issues)

detected language

0 (awaiting analysis)

category id

Podróże (51)

index version

1

spam phrases

0

Text statistics

text nonlatin

0

text cyrillic

0

text characters

8263

text words

2050

text unique words

703

text lines

54

text sentences

163

text paragraphs

15

text words per sentence

12

text matched phrases

0

text matched dictionaries

0

RSS

rss status

32 (unknown)

rss found date

2024-11-12 21:22:22

rss size orig

16680

rss items

3

rss spam phrases

0

rss detected language

1 (English)

inbefore feed id

-

inbefore status

0 (new)

Sitemap

sitemap status

40 (completed successful import of reports.txt file to table in_pages)

sitemap review version

2

sitemap urls count

3

sitemap urls adult

0

sitemap filtered products

0

sitemap filtered videos

0

sitemap found date

2024-11-12 21:22:22

sitemap process date

2024-11-22 19:32:14

sitemap first import date

-

sitemap last import date

2025-10-18 05:12:25