So I Googled myself today. It was unfortunate. No really, if you want to take a shot to your ego try googling yourself. Other me is a doctor, an artist, photographer, poet, lobbyist and lawyer; but not a 23 year old college student majoring in Creative Writing. Not even all the way back on page 9. It's kind of discouraging really; I was thinking about it last night. And then I laughed that a mark of success in my generation is showing up on Google search engine.

I went to bed last night thinking of a million different topics for blog posting and then argued with myself about whether posting more than once a day would be weird. Of course this morning the only thing I remembered was that I decided why I didn't like blogging or bloggers (even though I guess I am one now). See, writers have this card that we like to play. It's the "that'll show up in a story somewhere" car, or "be careful or it'll show up in my novel" card. It's one that has been unique to writers, kind of our secret inside joke and always gets a chuckle among the snooty writer types. The blog kind of nullifies that card. Anyone can use it now; it's upsetting. What do we have now? We're kind of a nerdy bunch, we have to hang on to the cards we have :(

Oh and random...I think I filed my blog on some genealogy category because. I don't think this is going to be a blog about that.