Search Engine

The whole practice of accessing SaveMeTheCall from a search engine makes me more than a little nervous. See…my blog is included in the google universe and anyone can access this little gem from an errant google search. The good news is that anyone who accidentally(!) loses the link to my blog can find it by google-ing SaveMeTheCall. The bad news…I have to make sure that my first and last name NEVER, EVER appear in the same post. I mean…it’s one thing if I put Ann McConville’s name in the blog and all my SISTER’S co-workers find out all this crap about her crazy family [sorry sis] but…back-to-me…it’s Another. Thing. Entirely if MY google legacy becomes linked to stories of me walking into plate glass windows.

Of course…my "big-brother" tracer tells me when people access my blog from a search engine and…what key word They. Used. To. Find. Me [dude – everything about us is in a database somewhere]. So imagine my alarm…when I found more than a few poor souls stumbling across SaveMeTheCall by googling….Momofoku. That’s right…somebody [IP address 210.88.13.143] wanted to know restaurant hours or whether the place really served ONLY noodles [it’s true] and INSTEAD ended up reading a hilarious account of Hoosiers in Gotham. Well, their average stay was 11 seconds – so maybe they weren’t THAT interested in this Hoosier’s stay in the big city, but still. I haven’t noticed any return visits from Mr. NYC IP address either. (But what in the world makes you click on SaveMeTheCall as the best answer to a Momofoku google search??) But THEN I thought – uh, oh – can I be held criminally liable for something I wrote in a blog???? What the foku did I say about Momofoku??

Did I mention that my number of hits from google increases with every Momofoku reference?

And ummmmm…Sister who’s name begins with N – I hate to tell you this – but do you know anyone in New Jersey that really wants to get a hold of you?? We seem to have a New Jersey IP address that upon googling - your name + “Nashville” + my first name -has come across my little blog…and ummmm….spent 5 hours reading 151 straight posts. There’s a high school classmate out there who knows a lot more about your family than you probably intended. [this may be where I disable the comment function]

It's all fun and games til sister gets a stalker.