Monday, Nov. 26, 2001
Dear Diary:

����And now, back to our regularly scheduled programming.

����You know, in my diary I have bared several of my obsessions--teapots that drip, squirrels that pillage birdfeeders, my undying lust for Harrison Ford among them--but search engines don't think of me when they think of these topics.

����Oh no.

����Search engines have their own ideas of what I'm about, and frankly, their insights are a bit hard on my self-esteem. According to my Diaryland Gold statistics, Google has been sending folks who have a need for pictures of big turds right to me.

����Yep, Google sifted through 1,610,476,000 web pages and decided that big turd imagery R me, made me #1 of about 3,200 sources of big turd picture goodness.

����I don't mind telling you that this is a source of great distress to me for several reasons:

����a) this did not happen before I started putting pictures of myself in my diary, and

����b) if you follow the link, it takes you to my diary archives.

����Yes, it appears that Google is editorializing on my looks/personality AND my writing ability.

����*Sigh*. Welcome to my Monday, eh.

--Marn

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