Teri Horton visits bookofjoe

I woke up this morning to see, over in the "Recent Comments" area to the right, "Teri Horton on What Teri Horton can teach us about life — if we listen very carefully."

Kewl.

Nothing makes me happier than hearing from people I admire.

Anyhow, she offered a Teri-esque comment on the whole kerfuffle surrounding her and her painting.

Thanks, Teri!

Of interest to me was that she used a bad word I'd have thought TypePad's RoboSpamBlocker would've flagged, thus preventing her comment from appearing.

Yet it came through just fine, while totally unremarkable comments are consistently firewalled by TypePad — and believe me, I hear about it, at least once every day.

Nothing I can do about it, gang.

As Bob Dylan and Sonny & Cher sang, in a different context in a different era — "It ain't me, babe."

Anyhow.

I got to wondering how it was that Teri Horton found me, an idiotstick blogger in a Podunk town.

So I put "Teri Horton" into the Google search box.

The results appear up top.

Number 4 on a list of 272,000 — not half bad.

I guess nowheresville isn't what it used to be.