Reasonably So

Dear Readers,

Because I was involuntarily separated from you for about a week, I started to think about you more (absence makes the heart grow fonder, of course). I’ve been writing for eight (8!) months now, and I am utterly flabbergasted that I don’t know more about you.

What do I know about you so far? Based on my extensive research (Reference List: blog stats, hunches, personal testimony, and the comments you leave me) I have developed the following understanding:

• You are my sister/mom/boyfriend/friend or a stranger.

• If you are a stranger, you probably performed one of the following searches to reach this blog: Quasimodo, Regina Spektor and/or Kate Nash, Booty Traps, “You are stupid,” or something to do with the Hungry Mother Restaurant in Cambridge, MA. I find this interesting, particularly the Quasimodo one… 188 of you have found my site because of a post I wrote about PINK EYE. Conjunctivitis. Go figure.

• Things you like: pictures of food, photography in general, grilled pizza, giving either raving or glaring reviews on water bottles, touting your blogs/websites, brown boots, lemons, and earl grey tea (hey, these are all things I like, too!).

• Five of you subscribe to Reasonably So via your Google Reader (BONUS POINTS FOR YOU GUYS!).

• Many of you use Facebook (did you see the new setup? Wacky!).

• You probably are fed up with this list by now.

But considering the sources from which I can draw here, I have such a limited knowledge and you know ALL about my kitchen exploits, favorite websites, and the health of my computer (and me! for all you Quasimodo searchers).

Please tell me something about yourself. I really do want to know so I can (somewhat) cater my blog to your wants and needs. Feedback! And just fun facts about you!

To try and break the ice, I’ll list some of my deepest secrets.

1. My favorite tea is Earl Grey. My favorite color is dark gray. I am picky about the spelling difference of the color of elephants and rainy days.
2. The misuse of the word nauseous really ruffles my feathers. Nauseated is probably what you mean, unless, of course, you are in fact making others sick.
3. I’m want a new pair of sneakers.
4. I have a recent in-depth fascination with food writing.
5. The screened-in porch is really making my summer.

TAG, you’re it!