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

2024-10-13 23:21:07

expired found date

-

created at

2024-10-13 23:21:07

updated at

2025-12-26 05:13:15

Domain name statistics

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33

crc

7395

tld

2211

nm parts

0

nm random digits

0

nm rare letters

0

Connections

is subdomain of id

13642151 (wordpress.com)

previous id

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replaced with id

0

related id

-

dns primary id

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dns alternative id

0

lifecycle status

0 (unclassified, or currently active)

Subdomains and pages

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page imported products

0

page imported random

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page imported parking

0

Error counters

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0

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count dns errors

0

count cert errors

0

count timeouts

0

count http 429

0

count http 404

0

count http 403

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count http 5xx

0

next operation date

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Server

server bits

server ip

-

Mainpage statistics

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20

mp rejected date

-

mp saved date

-

mp size orig

129232

mp size raw text

16544

mp inner links count

11

mp inner links status

10 (links queued, awaiting import)

Open Graph

title

The Scribble Scrawler

description

no dust here

site name

The Scribble Scrawler

author

updated

2026-03-06 19:27:20

raw text

The Scribble Scrawler – no dust here Skip to content Menu The Scribble Scrawler no dust here I Think of You Sometimes I think of you sometimes when It snows. The flakes fall in lazy Drifting spirals from the pale Blue sky like scraps of lace, delicate And exquisite and beautifully light. But no, lace is not quite the right comparison For snowflakes. Perhaps I should say they Are like the soft feathers of swans, or Perhaps like those of the angels. I stand at my window and watch Jack Frost’s breath spread patterns And twisting veins of ice on the glass While outside everything is a hush. Everything is holding its breath, Waiting. Once everything in me was a hush Too, and I was holding my breath, Waiting, my heart suspended between The beats. But now I think of you with a steady Heartbeat, one that does not throb with Anger or too much sorrow, but still I Can taste a faint trace of regret, Sweet, a little bit bitter, lingering Like a qu...

Text analysis

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0 (-)

block type

0 (no issues)

detected language

0 (awaiting analysis)

category id

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index version

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text cyrillic

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text characters

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text matched dictionaries

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RSS

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rss found date

2024-10-13 23:21:08

rss size orig

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rss spam phrases

0

rss detected language

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Sitemap

sitemap status

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

sitemap review version

2

sitemap urls count

74

sitemap urls adult

0

sitemap filtered products

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sitemap filtered videos

0

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2024-10-13 23:21:08

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2024-10-13 23:21:09

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-

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2025-12-26 05:13:15