Google

Sometime ago, rather a long time ago when I think about it, Tim and I were googling ourselves. It was when Tim's mum was here, and we did it in an attempt to teach her how to use the internet. However, it soon turned into an ego-thing. Tim's name obviously gave more hits (it is, after all, not all that uncommon), but mine gave more hits on me personally.

The scary thing about googling my name, though, was that you also got up an article from a Swedish newspaper (or tabloid, rather) on a woman with my (unmarried) name, who had left her abusive husband (good for her!) and now lived in a dump (not so good!). Since I know how I occasionally google other people to see what they are up to, or get contact details or whatever (I'm not a stalker, promise!), I'm sure someone probably googles me every once in a blue moon (or at least I hope so, otherwise it's rather depressing). So what if someone googles me, sees this article (and has a look at that rather scary looking woman in her dump), and thinks that's me?! Frightening!

Googling Tim (in combination with the words 'medieval' or 'middle ages' or similar) gave the amazing hit "evil with an animal face"! Ha ha ha!