One of my small joys with blogging is reviewing the interesting ways people find Rolling Doughnut. Sometimes it’s traditional approaches. I leave a comment on someone’s site and hits follow. Other times, the fine spiders at Google send something my way that makes no sense to me. When did I talk about Nick Lachey’s penis? Never? I didn’t think so, but the hits still arrive. And then there are the people who don’t quite know what they’re looking for, so randomness is bound to happen. Like this:
I never knew how controversial that might be, probably because I have no idea what that means. I know what the person meant, but surely Google can’t. Can they? And more important, in the words of my friend Melissa, how do these people get by in life? Seriously, I don’t understand. But I love it so much. Even when people drive me nuts, it’s little moments like this that remind me why I like free inquiry and thought. The world would be a little less acceptable if everyone thought like me.
Actually, that’s not true, but I think you know what I mean. I’m euphemizing dogs.