Thursday, April 26, 2012

How Did We Get Here?

The title alone makes me think of that Talking Heads song, Letting the Days Go By...

One of many songs that I cheerfully sing incorrectly every single time.

Anyhoo, Self, how did I get here? Or more to the point, how did you get there? Well, I'll tell you. By the way, have you noticed that I'm only indenting one space between sentences now? One of my magazine editors smacked me upside the head and reminded me that this 2012, not 1912, and if I didn't stop indenting three spaces she was going to kill me. Not really on the death threat. But I tried explaining to her that I taught myself to type at the age of eleven (back in 1912) from an extremely old, antique, how-to manual for secretaries. Today, we'd call them Executive Assistants, but like I said, this was a very old manual. Anyway, old habits are hard to break. I don't indent to begin a new paragraph anymore; I think that's something.

See? Even though I want to do it like this:


But letting go of Talking Heads and secretaries, I was going to tell you how a lot of people find this blog. My stats can be amusing. Here are a few of the words people googled and were directed here instead:

she has juvenile bunions. 
Hmm. Are these worse than senior bunions? Less experienced bunions? Why bunions at all? Evidently, they plague America and America must google. Weirdly enough, this sentence is one of the TOP referring sentences of all time on this blog. We're talking, like, 40 people googled this and came here.

fondant preacher. I don't even know what to say. I have never seen a preacher made of fondant. It seems wrong to eat your minister somehow.

jami gertz. Ah, I love her too, but if you clicked here thinking you'd find her moonlighting as a blogger, you'll be disappointed. I did mention her once, during a starry eyed memory of one of my favorite movies, The Lost much do I love that whole cast? Great. Now I'm going to cry over Corey Haim again. Just when I think I'm over it...

analeigh tipton hung. Also analeigh tipton feet. Both are disturbing. Please do not plot to hang her or feel the need to ogle her feet. This is a family blog.

There have been other odd and strange referring words, but I hope you all found what you were looking for when you came, and decided to stick around.

Also, one of my biggest referring sites is which I had never heard of, but makes me feel very rocker chick, indie, bad#$% somehow. Alternative people love me! Aw, shucks. Maybe it's them who are looking for relief for their juvenile bunions? We may never know. They're a secretive bunch.

However you got here, thanks for coming and keep it up.


  1. LOL! That's totally awesome! It makes me want to go look up that information for my blogs, although I'm sure it won't be nearly as amusing.

  2. I get here by clicking the little link in your e-mail or on facebook. :)

  3. I get here by every means possible or you'll hurt me. I scaaared...