Aside from creeps looking for photos of the Clutter family murders (something I'd never heard of when I started this blog, BTW), the top three searches that lead netizens to this blog may be "depression academia," "poems about cheese" and "mushrooms growing in carpet."
If you're here looking for depressed academics, cheesy poems, or mushroomy carpets, I'm happy to help.
Many apologies, however, to the person searching for "playing French horn while pregnant." I'm afraid I can't help much there.
Ditto for the person looking for "analyze chapter 4 of the shipping news by annie proulx." Do your own work, dammit.
And then there are my parents, who can never remember the URL of The Clutter Museum, nor can they apparently figure out how to bookmark something, so they always do a search for "clutter museum blog." I'm glad to know that after 11 years of being online, they finally know how to use the Google. (I know it's them because they live in a neighborhood that is identified by internet and phone service providers with a name that doesn't exist on any conventional map. C'est bizarre!)