Googling

Ever Google yourself? First I Googled my given and married names. In my case it was very, very humbling. Then I Googled my favorite screen names, and HEY! That so-and-so stole my favorite screen name!
I realize that there are a million people with my given name, but somehow the fact that there are a million with my chosen name made me feel not very special. Also rather unoriginal.

Then I looked up the screen name I use here and the first thing that pops up is my Husband's entry about our threatened miscarraige with Peanut. And I feel famous. Like a million bucks. Then I feel kinda weird, because don't you get to be listed on Google by how many people link to your site? So, people are linking to this?

Then I keep reading and I feel mad again, because many other people have made the Ephelba, Elphaba mistake, and again I'm not so special. At least I know better. And I read the book and don't think it's about a sadly misunderstood witch who just wanted to be good. I think that's a gross over simplification. Don't ask me what is about, but I know it ain't exactly that.

So Simon's entry is on Google, so I wonder how many of mine are, and I start searching for combinations of words that should hit my blog, and I get none. A Great Big Nothing. Google says, Did I mean something else? No, Google, I meant just what I said, why you don't stroke my ego and show me my Blog? Apparently because no one has linked to my blog ever.

Ouch.

That could have been the end of it, but I set up a site tracker for this blog, and for the first time since I stated blogging I can say for sure that people I don't know have at least glanced at something I wrote. Rather intimidating. And exciting. Makes up for the lack of Googleness somehow.

So now I have a favor to ask. One of the reasons I moved here from Diaryland was to have the comments feature. It is, I believe, up and running. Could you please, just this once like, leave me a comment? It would so, so make my day.

Shamelessly Begging,
Yours truly,
Elpheba