Thursday, May 24, 2007

Did you mean...?

I heart Google. We all do. It, along with cell phones/PDA's/Outlook has allowed us all to become complete idiots because we don't have to remember a thing. I've been dating someone for months and have no idea what her phone numbers are because they are all stored in my cell phone. Oh well, if that Einstein legend is true then we are in good company - why bother remembering things you can look up; better to save precious brain capacity for the important things like One Hit Wonders of the 1980s.

But I digress. There's one thing that really ticks me off about Google and I don't know why. It is the same feature that, many times, I actually find quite useful. You know when you misspell a search term, but since Google is smarter than you it helps you out? For example, if I search for "Kajagoogo" the little man inside my computer asks me Did you mean: kajagoogoo. I think that's brilliant.

But when I didn't type the word wrong, and I just happen to be searching for something spelled similarly to a more popular search term, it asks me the same thing. And that pisses me off. So much so, in fact, that I always, always, say, out loud mind you, "No!" For example, I was searching for "leak frog" and Google asked if I meant leap frog. "No! I meant leak frog, damnit!" Now Google's just trying to help a brother out. Why would that possibly bother me? What the hell's wrong with me?

OK, maybe it's not that bad. I've only broken 2-3 monitors in anger over this. (Those new flat screens are so much more flingable than the old behemoths). So Google, I forgive you. I know you mean well. I'll keep relying upon your infinite wisdom if you keep finding me those Saved By The Bell pictures that brighten my day. One love.

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Two Pump Chump

My buddy Dave's band just finished a new video - check it out. NSFW lyrics, so you may want to use the headphones. Crank it up!