Cat’s Out of the Bag
So, my roommates found their way here. Someone had mentioned it once, and then one of them left a comment here, and I was all, “How’d they know?”
I didn’t remember bringing it up. That’s ordinarily an awkward conversation. “Yeah, so I have this website and *mumble*mumble*….” I wondered if maybe I had sent an email from the wrong address. That happens from time to time because all my accounts are pulled in together in my mail program.
It finally came out that they Googled me. My last name was posted once on a blog a long time ago and the Google cache of a Blogrunner cache has enshrined it. There was some difference of opinion on whether or not I should know about that, but now I know and it’s totally okay. If I were looking for a new roommate, I’d Google everyone I met, too. If we lived in Wisconsin, I’d be checking their public court records.
Also, apparently, one of their friends has heard of me or something (and did not vote for me in the Bloggies). Now that is trippy.
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September 14th, 2004 at 6:37 am
Damned Google.
*sends evil eye to New Guy’s desk*
September 14th, 2004 at 10:23 am
it’s a small little world with google.
September 14th, 2004 at 10:28 am
About as trippy as you arriving at my blog by way of Dean’s World, I guess. :-)
September 14th, 2004 at 12:07 pm
My blog can’t be found with google using my real name or psuedonym, but if you put my real name with the word naked into google, you get some interesting hits. Boy howdy.
September 14th, 2004 at 12:39 pm
Oooh, weird. I am always paranoid that people I know will find my blog. One time, someone (I still don’t know who)came across my site b/c they Googled a couple of my friends’ names all together, one of whom has a very distinct nickname. I damn near shat my pants!
September 14th, 2004 at 12:43 pm
You might want to invest in some Oops I Crapped My Pants.
September 14th, 2004 at 4:17 pm
My heart is in my ears.
I wasn’t going to blog it because I complain about asshat drivers enough as it is, but Erica’s “Oops, I crapped my pants” comment was too relevant to the way I felt in my car this afternoon. I almost died today.
September 14th, 2004 at 5:51 pm
BOY do I hear this. Know how my blog was found at work? I’d posted something to a fucking Yahoo! group from my Yahoo! e-mail addy, which bears my last name. ARGH!
September 15th, 2004 at 2:48 am
Grandma: Hey, how do you know so much about Oops I crapped my pants?
Grandpa: Well I’m wearing them, and I just did.
[grandpa and grandma smile at each other]
September 15th, 2004 at 3:24 am
And Then He Posted A Video!
Someone said something to remind me of one of those fake commercials on Saturday Night Live. Remember how great some of those were? You’d actually be fooled for a second that it was a real commercial? Anyway, now that I’ve…
September 16th, 2004 at 1:15 pm
Yeah…I wonder how many people google my name and find me? Kazoofus isn’t a big giant secret though so I don’t really care.