I have previously on this blog chided myself for Googlebating—that is, self-Googling. But apparently that didn't stop me. Because I've gone and created Google alerts for both my own name and the phrase "sassy curmudgeon."
I got this idea from my friend Lin, who has Google alerts for his own name in addition to a number of other things. The difference between me and Lin is that Lin is actually famous and therefore gets a shit ton of Google alerts about himself and his Tony-winning play. In retrospect, he was kind of a bad example to use as the basis for my Google alerts expectations.
What I'm about to say next is delicate because if you are reading these words that I'm typing then that means you're a reader of this blog (unless you're just stopping by after Googling "bleeding wounds unexplained," which links to me because I wrote about I Know Who Killed Me—a terrible movie in which Lindsay Lohan Googles that same phrase—and are here to tell me that I wouldn't know great acting and plot development if it bit me on the ass ... in which case, please stop commenting, Lindsay). In any case, here it is: I don't have a lot of readers. Sorry, guys. You like the unpopular girl. And I wear glasses. Tragic.
I know I have a small group of devoted fans—some of whom actually are strangers—but I don't get a lot of traffic. So the Google alerts are mostly just to alert me that I have posted to my own blog. (Duh.) For the most part it's depressing.
Today, though, I got a Google alert for a post by Blue Girl, a blogger who has linked to me a few times. She even quotes me on her blog! It makes me feel kind of like a rock star.
This sounds so cheesy, and I'm admittedly kinda hormonal this week, but I just want to thank all of you random internet strangers for reading this thing. Thank you Blue Girl (finally in a blue state!), thank you Anonymous commenters, and thanks to my friends and family. Keep reading and I promise I'll keep at it.