I wrote a post the other day bitching about how my new cleaning lady mismatches my socks. It's this type of scathing journalistic expose that my blog routinely traffics in. Apparently it creates bad karma though. The next morning she left the house without locking up. However, all the socks were matched.

Then, all day long, Google's blog search engine sent hits my way from people looking for the latest information on Star Jones.

Star freakin' Jones. For the blessed among you who don't know who she is, she's most famous for 3 things:

1) Being the overweight one on a talk show called The View
2) Losing weight
3) Getting fired from The View

Given that #2 and #3 negate #1, I think she's now anti-famous, but I'm really not in charge of these things. I'm just amused that people came here looking for Star Jones information when I merely selected her because I was looking for a simile for my mismatched black socks. Since she had been both fat and thin, she seemed like a mismatch all rolled into one person. I could have gone with Oprah, Al Roker, and even Nell Carter was one good diet away from being the joke centerpiece of that paragraph. Instead, my blog is Star Jones central. Go figure.

I'm just rambling today, but according to my blog notebook, I'm now officially all out of sock-related stories.