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We're all looking for something. Who among us is so satisfied that we seek nothing? Most people have a hard time asking others for the things they need — relief, assistance, love and understanding, respect — so we break these big ideas down into small questions and search for answers from our computers. As a contributing member of the blogosphere, I get to see these private queries when Google thinks I know the answer. Right! The preeminent Internet gossip relays my stories to info seekers and reports back to me if they click.

I really appreciate being introduced to new people, even if they do just shrug and move along. Because I'm not likely to ever satisfy the big questions — I'm still trying to figure that stuff out myself. Best I can offer is hopefully to make someone laugh. Then maybe together we'll learn how to pose the right questions to the right people to get whatever it is that we need.

	Seeking Relief... Someone in Norwich, Connecticut is looking for information about his or her bunions. Not just any old bunions — their own personal bunions. A search for "My bunions" returned Juggling Things and Tap Dancing. Apparently there's no clowning around when you need info on podiatry — my story about the trials of street performers didn't foot the bill.
	Seeking Assistance... Someone in Leawood, Kansas wanted know "where hammers can't reach." Perhaps they've had a home improvement project gone awry, or maybe its a deeper, philosophical question about whether or not the use of tools really is a sign of human intelligence. In any case, Not Even The Hammer Can Touch This didn't hit the nail on the head.
	Seeking Love and Understanding... A Sydney, Australia Googler is dying to know "what men do in their free time." I'm pleased to say that my friend who pickles got to represent for the Americans. But outback in the garden wasn't what this Aussie was looking for. What Real Men Do with Their Free Time earned only a few seconds of this person's time.
	Seeking Respect... Someone in the Chicago area searched "what's a better name for cashier." I asked Google to tell me why someone might want to know that. The result was no more helpful than Ironically, This Story Needs a Better Name was to thesaurus-less in Illinois. I can't imagine why my article about getting a Beaver Press didn't snatch this person's attention. I guess he or she was on a single-minded mission that couldn't be sidetracked by double-entendres.