Sunday, August 31, 2008

Know what they're looking for in Reykjvak?

An ovarian palace.

Could this rival Russian tweens?

One of my friends works at Google, where he eats a lot of catered food and plays a lot of Guitar Hero. Apparently, they have a giant screen which constantly scrolls all the search terms that people are typing into Google all over the world. I like to think about my friend, on the opposite side of the country, seeing the words "ovarian palace" scroll across the screen, and laughing at those words, not having any idea that they were at that very moment leading someone in Iceland to this very blog.

I was born into a world without the internet. We used to think robots were scary. I fully expect to be part robot before I die.


That's all I have to say about that.

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