Another 2 weeks. Well, school has come around but I keep trying to stay on top of things. Sadly no humorous anecdots to relay to everyone. Well, maybe one...
There was a google-stalking which took place recently that I was in the room for. This was not me, mind you, my stalking days are over. They ended up hitting a google-silver mine. Revealing (but not nude) photos and some other stuff. This led me to start thinking about what would be the different levels of victory for google-stalking.
Gold: Nude photos/pornography. Clearly if you find this about some random person you just met, this takes the cake.
Silver: Revealing photos/other (possibly) embarrassing material. Not as good as before, but certainly something that's both interesting and eye-brow-raising.
Bronze: A broad range of biographical stuff, but nothing too embarrassing. Stuff that a stalker might find interesting.
Note that finding a blog or other stuff the person put up him/her self doesn't count towards this prize - they put it out there for everyone else, including the google-stalkers of the world.
Still need to go through some old photos of our and get them up. Remember the bench in The Cube? And the stairs right in the middle of the entry way? And when the sparrows nest was in the dryer's heat exhaust and nothing was drying until they cleaned it out? The college years really are the best.
Kermit update: still hangin'. That's right, 3+ months of a Muppet being strung up next door.
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2 comments:
I am intrigued by your medal system. Perhaps we could introduce new awards, or style points. There are obvious options in the case of say, nude photos (a merit badge for knot-tying, for example). But I'm sure we could figure something out for the other cases. Perhaps a synchronized-gaffe prize for coordinated embarrassing anecdotes involving multiple people. We could turn this into a sport...
I love the Kermit lynch-scene. I choose to interpret it now as a celebration of the death of childhood innocence.
So, here's a funny anecdote. Me and a coworker were really bored about a week ago and he started googling himself. He didn't find much, but then he started googling me.
And I was instantly terrified. I was wondering what sort of awful invectives or nasty stuff was out there.
Fortunately, all he found was some old UofO stuff about student government.
I think there definitely needs to be a prize for someone talking shit about their job or spouse. For instance if I found a blog with an entry like- "And then Eric got really, really drunk, and just went on about how much he hated M.I.T. and Stephanie."
Yeah. There has to be a prize for that.
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