I'm Number Two! I'm Number Two!

As if I wasn't feeling accomplished enough after cleaning the bathroom with Dr. Bronner's Peppermint Soap and drowning 4 loads of laundry in suds, I've just discovered that - all potty-mouthed connotations aside - I'm Number 2 in google searches for people with my name. Out of close to 300 hits, I've been moving up steadily through the ranks since starting a very enjoyable theater critic gig a couple of months ago. First, I was number 13. Then, number 8. And now I'm numbers 2 and 3, with and without quotation marks surrounding my name. For years I've longed to be googleable in the way my peers were googleable; type in our names and call up an on-line resume. Aside from that Argentinian woman, I am now one of the premier OIs on the internet. And as I'm on there for fairly positive reasons - as opposed to my father's friends who, as he's learned through his brand new discovery of google stalking, appear in felon lists - this is a lovelier thing than it is scary. Not too bad. Not too darn bad....