WTF moments, etc.
Who Are You To Google?

coursekit:

If you didn’t hear, Google just announced that users will not be able to opt out of new privacy changes.


Want to know what Google guesses about you? The team at Ars Technica created a game that lets you know - and results are often somewhat funny. Just click here!


“Music & Audio” and “Animal Welfare.”

Google knows that I like to make myself cry all the time.

My mom noticed my “thingy band.”

I boasted about my seahorse-shaped silly band that Rigo gave me. It’s not just any silly band guys, it glows in the dark. Be jealous, it’s perfectly okay.

So then I guess she’s been reading facts on the internet today and this is the conversation that literally happened less than five minutes ago:

Mom: Do you know the first state that silly bandz first boomed?
Me: Ummm.
Brother: She’s going to tell you so just say you don’t know.
Me: I…don’t know.
Mom: Alabama.
Me: Huh.
Mom: Would you like to know the second state that silly bandz boomed in?
Me: Sure.
Mom: New JERSEY!
Me: Wow, that’s really interesting to know, Mom. I don’t know what I would do without that information.

Now she’s telling me about the creepy history and facts of Jehovah’s Witnesses. Maybe I should go to bed and once again smile with glee at my wrist glowing in the dark. (Did I say again? Yes.)

Can I marry her?

Guys, I dunno, it’s a bust, it’s a fold: If I try to avert aforementioned overload, I feel so left out when my friends are going crazy ‘bout Laughing Baby* Ninja Cat.*

It’s so easy getting caught in webs, like the enticing, Machiavellian, “Charliee, Charliee, come with us to Candy Mountain!”* We junkies for the meme have watched so lovingly for the last decade and a half as our growing pet, the Internet, has shown whom we can love: Biebers* and Doyles * and now ”ancient” Homestars.* I dreamed a dream of one great dance performed completely on eight treadmills…*

When I try to enjoy Chronic(what)cles of Narnia* in my own home, still I’m distracted by other stuff – then, once again, Kanye interrupts:* “Imma let you finish, RZ, hang on for a second…” But - too late, Kanye - I drink your milkshake. I drink it up!* I’ve moved on posting status updates for awareness:* “blue” no, “tan”, no “black” – I just keep changing ‘cuz I never guessed the choice would go so public in its naming. I feel funny!*

Stilll, count me in for the rickrolling. * Keep me here, always, overloading… this in modern life is our new Oregon Trail™.* ‘Lose’ is to ‘success’ now what Win is to FAIL.* -RZ