Wil Wheaton, of Star Trek fame, made an interesting blog post about how Google is RUINING EVERYTHING FOREVER.

I have yet to see this "new feature" Google has inflicted on YouTube, but I have a gmail account that's linked to my YouTube account, and I'm on Google+, so maybe I won't ever see it. I never log in to G+ though, and I'm almost curious to see if now, everything I thumbs up, favourite, or otherwise leave feedback on is being reported on my G+ account/page/whatever. Kind of like how Facebook's Timeline displays everything I've ever done since pissing in my mother's womb for everyone to see (unless I manually go through and hide it).

I personally think that G+ is a failed experiment that Google won't let just die. It's the afterthought of social networking. The people I know who are "good with social media" (the new "good with computers") don't advertise their G+ activity. One even tried an experiment using G+ and abandoned it in less than a week because no one (literally, no one) who followed him there responded to his call. Their Facebook pages are all regularly updated, but the last time I checked their G+s, there were a few posts immediately after they signed up, and then weeks or months of inactivity.

I used to be afraid of turning into my mother. Love her. Don't want to be her.

Then I was afraid of turning into my father. Love him, seem to be already on my way. Still don't want to be him.


Then, I was getting up off the toilet. I looked in. And instinctively went for my smartphone to take a picture of the contents of the toilet. I stopped myself. Flushed the toilet. And asked myself the question in the title.

http://www.reputationchanger.com/?source=Google&gclid=CP_53fuJ2a8CFYoDQAodiDuTCw


So... it's a company that searches for your company/political candidate/what have you online, and buries negative reviews and comments and blog posts and etc etc etc, under a mountain of sycophantic fawning?


Isn't that, like, the definition of false advertising?





*sighs*


America, you never cease to disappoint me.

I went in for a consultation with an orthopedic surgeon that both my doctor in Parksville, and the doctor I see here could agree on. He made me do a whole bunch of things that really hurt, and scheduled me for an MRI.

When I complained about how much it hurt to do these things he was making me do, I said "Shoulders aren't supposed to do that." and he said "Sweety, yes they are." and I told him not to call me sweety. He smiled and said "Yes dear."

I wanted to punch him in the face.