|Now I'm a real boy
||[Aug. 9th, 2004|09:56 pm]
Um, make that girl.
For several months now, my regular site has been ungoogleable. When I first created it nearly seven years ago I eagerly registered with as many search engines as I could think of. Then google came along, and I never bothered to search for it anywhere else.
In the beginning, my name wouldn't generate very many hits. As time went by, google found more and more sites, mostly not mine. I was always rather pleased with the company my name was keeping; there was an Australian comic, an illustrator of tarot, and a professor of English...in England, no less. In an odd sort of cosmic way, these people all seemed like people I could have been, except for the fact that I, you know...wasn't.
But then, about four months ago, one of my nieces mentioned that she tried to find my site and it didn't come up on google. I thought maybe she had just spelled my name wrong (it's the simple names that get you every time) but when I plugged in my name, there were the comic, the illustrator, and the professor cozy as can be, and I was nowhere in sight. Or site.
I tried dogpile, a sentimental favorite from years past, and there I was. But no google. I tried registering my site with google. No me. I sent google an email asking what I had done. Still no me. I was bummed.
It's not that I think bazillions of people are trying to google me and facing bitter disappointment. But it was unsettling. Like getting the new phone book and finding out you're not in it. OK, so maybe I'm the only one who checks the phone book to see if I'm there, but you get the point. It was like I just stopped existing.
Then, with no warning and no trace of the fanfare one might expect, my website is once again hobnobbing with the others. Not only that, but I'm at the top of the list, in the number one slot. Whoo Hoo! I exist again. My legions of fans who can't seem to master the fine art of bookmarking can rest easy. I am whole.
And, in related nifty news, searching Spin the Moon pulls up this site first, a vast improvement over the number 57 slot it once occupied.
Yes, I know. I'm amazingly easy to please.