Fame and, er, something
It’s kinda cool to see that someone searched your name on the repository you run. (Yes, I do consume mine own dog food. I’m thinking of stashing the Baladro in there too, actually, but that’s going to have to be a copious-spare-time kind of project.)
Somehow it’s vastly less cool when the reason you find out about the search is that the search triggered a system error. (Apparently the Log File that Ate Neo-Tokyo—from a completely different system service—blitzed enough hard drive space to cause problems. The World’s Coolest Boss was on the case before I was.)