Wednesday, Feb. 26, 2003
Dear Diary:

If you want to put a big grin on a man's face, just tell him that as far as one of the major search engines is concerned, he's the web's go to guy for wangitude. You should have seen the spousal unit's face when I told him at breakfast.

Oh yeah, you Google wangitude and The Spousal Unit Is Number One. Actually, depending on how you set your search results, he can be numbers one through four. (A big thanks goes out to Bartacus for letting me know about this.)

So now I am a woman on a mission.

Before the spousal unit's 50th birthday on April 25 I want him to own search results one through ten when you Google wangitude. Yes, to mark his first half century on the planet, I want to make the man I love Google's Mr. Wangitude.

Now of course this is not something I can do by myself. No, I will need you, my three loyal readers, to participate by linking the word wangitude back to this diary. Yes, I am asking you to use the word "wangitude" in your writing. See, part of how Google determines expertise in a subject is by counting links. The more links, the closer we come to crowning the spousal unit Mr. Wangitude.

I realize this is not a word most of you fold into your writing, but I would be very, very grateful if you would do it just once. That should be enough. Afterwards, you can wash your hands really, really well and just shove the whole ugly experience to the back of your mind.

And, of course, I will have to keep writing entries which somehow include The Magic Word.

Yes, I will have to work the word "wangitude" into at least six more entries. Oh. Wait. That's not true. As GeekGrrl rightly pointed out, yesterday I wrote about the marital duties and forgot to include the spousal unit's required verbiage. I just went back and corrected that heinous oversight.

Five entries down, five to go.

You know, back when we met he was 17. There was no such thing as personal computers, let alone the internet. And now, here I am, trying to make him Google's Mr. Wangitude.

This world wide web is a wacky place.

--Marn

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