flab·ber·gast·ed (adj.): As if struck dumb with astonishment
I've recently been informed that when you do a Google search for my name (not sure I want to know why this person did this), my blog is the first link to appear. Which apparently means it's the most-visited of the half-a-million-odd other sites.
Which completely floors me. And why some of my friends have now nicknamed me "The Nashville Carrie" (hell, at least it's not "Samantha").
I don't quite understand how so many people from across the country find my blog (shoutout to Joe, the Arby's PR Maven). I guess that's the magic of the world wide web...New York City slickers can follow my little ole Music City life without ever leaving their homes. Creepy, yet cool.
<Shameless Plug: I love to write. Love it. And getting paid makes it that much sweeter. Freelance could easily be my middle name. Just give me a topic and watch me go. So, Glamour, The New Yorker, hell...Reader's Digest: if you're reading this, just holla. I'll respond, pen in hand.>
And now picking up the shards of my remaining dignity, thanks for reading. It makes writing much more fun. In a nutshell, you're appreciated...and it truly thrills me that my blog is result numero uno.
...except that means that my computer-savvy grandmother has a good chance of stumbling upon it now. And the sheer repercussions of that happening puts fear deep into my soul.
Which completely floors me. And why some of my friends have now nicknamed me "The Nashville Carrie" (hell, at least it's not "Samantha").
I don't quite understand how so many people from across the country find my blog (shoutout to Joe, the Arby's PR Maven). I guess that's the magic of the world wide web...New York City slickers can follow my little ole Music City life without ever leaving their homes. Creepy, yet cool.
<Shameless Plug: I love to write. Love it. And getting paid makes it that much sweeter. Freelance could easily be my middle name. Just give me a topic and watch me go. So, Glamour, The New Yorker, hell...Reader's Digest: if you're reading this, just holla. I'll respond, pen in hand.>
And now picking up the shards of my remaining dignity, thanks for reading. It makes writing much more fun. In a nutshell, you're appreciated...and it truly thrills me that my blog is result numero uno.
...except that means that my computer-savvy grandmother has a good chance of stumbling upon it now. And the sheer repercussions of that happening puts fear deep into my soul.
posted by Rachel at 11:45 AM
4 Comments:
You'd be amazed what you can find out about someone if you know their name and their Myspace page.
*looks around to see if anyone realizes she's a Myspace stalker*
...just a little FYI from a freelancer - mixing your art (i.e. something you love to do) with commerce has the tendency to suck your soul bare.
I was creeped out too when I found that out...
eek. Scary and I hope your grandma and my family never figure it out!
Yeah, I was torn for a long time over whether to use my real name in my blog. I finally decided to go for it; my friends would manage to track me down anyway.
It's just a little weird to write about a job as a dating coach when you know someone you're dating might be reading it.
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