For those of you pure and inexplicably self-effacing enough not to have spent hours self-Googling — alone in the house, in a ratty dressing gown with the curtains drawn — allow me to give you a step-by- step recreation of the first self-Googling session; usually conducted by a healthy, happy individual in their late twenties to early thirties with, at that point, everything to live for.
“Sigh. Might as well stay online while I wait for that e-mail. Shall I Google Tania Strecker again, and see if she ‘got’ those ‘parcels’ that I ‘sent’? Tumpety- tum. Bah. Maybe I’ll Google the word ‘poo’ again — but how I tire of ratemypoo.com.
* ! *. Maybe — I — could — Google — me. * ! *. * ! *.
“Tippety-tappety — I can’t believe I haven’t done this before! I wonder what impact I’ve made on the world?
very amusing and somewhat true, certainly for the majority of us lot.