Is It Wrong To Google One's Self?
**UPDATED 13/9/06**
Only if you're not a raving narcissist. Anyway, I was Googling "James Waterton", and I discovered that A QUOTE PUBLISHED IN A MAJOR U.S. NEWSPAPER HAS BEEN ERRONEOUSLY ATTRIBUTED TO MY GOOD SELF! Check this out:
Yes, Googling yourself can yield vexing results. For example, I only today discovered that this prize twat had a pop at me on his silly blog some time ago, and where was I to defend myself? The shame... right, I'm going out to get ridiculously drunk.
Update: Look-ee here. I whinged (like a leftist, let me tell you) and won a correction to call my own. Oh, Jules. You're not really an evil little bastard. On the contrary, I love you.
Only if you're not a raving narcissist. Anyway, I was Googling "James Waterton", and I discovered that A QUOTE PUBLISHED IN A MAJOR U.S. NEWSPAPER HAS BEEN ERRONEOUSLY ATTRIBUTED TO MY GOOD SELF! Check this out:
James Waterton wrote on the Australian blog timblair.net, “Many from my neck of the woods have been saying for years that Irwin was living on borrowed time ... Rays are extremely dangerous. People seem to be amazed that hes been killed by one. I’m not (although I thought a croc or snake would get him first). There is a good reason why Ive ALWAYS cut my line when I jag a ray.”I most certainly did not write that - click here to find out who did. I've never so much as caught a fish, let alone "jag[ged] a ray". I also hasten to point out that such elementary punctuation omissions would not emanate from this keyboard, Mister Jules Crittenden! In fact, it doesn't look like they came from Murph, either; his prose is word perfect. Why is Crittenden dumbing me down? Aren't I base enough as it is? Evil little bastard.
Yes, Googling yourself can yield vexing results. For example, I only today discovered that this prize twat had a pop at me on his silly blog some time ago, and where was I to defend myself? The shame... right, I'm going out to get ridiculously drunk.
Update: Look-ee here. I whinged (like a leftist, let me tell you) and won a correction to call my own. Oh, Jules. You're not really an evil little bastard. On the contrary, I love you.
posted by James Waterton at 5:16 pm
11 Comments:
I google myself regularly. Been doing it since I was thirteen.
I had a pop at you in the comments of the article on Samizdata too...
DK
I saw that today, too. I missed it at the time because you were rather - well - late in response. Quite amusing when you consider that "being late on a story" was your original critique of my piece. Oh, that was the strikethrough bit. You actually thought I somehow "failed to follow up sufficiently" and thus "got entirely the wrong end of the stick."
Er, how so? Nice fabrication there - I'm assuming you didn't think your commentariat would actually read my piece; no, they'd just pass judgement on the strength of your duplicitous ranting alone. And you have the gall to tell us that "too much" of our stuff "is pointless, arable* guff". All found in a post with the title "Samizdata Blows Goats". Not very big on perspective, are you?
*arable? Check your dictionary!
Arable -- as in arable land. A somewhat forced metaphor, to be certain but my readers seemed to know what I meant (it was related to the goats).
I shouldn't worry about it too much: my reputation is maintained by attacking everyone -- not usually so viciously, but I was in a spiteful mood at the time...
About not reading your piece, yes, I am afraid that many people will not have clicked the link (a fact that irritates me as much as I am sure that it does you): unfortunately all that I can do is to post the link to your piece (there was no point in writing about it again as I had already done so twice).
Toodle pip!
DK
Arable -- as in arable land.
I'm well aware of the definition - even if you seemingly aren't. I think you were grasping for "arid" - arable's antonym - which has the advantage of actually making sense in the context you were employing, namely
Too much of it is pointless, arable guff that even a single goat would gain little nutrition from.
See how your metaphor betrays a wobbly grasp of English? Why wouldn't a goat gain nourishment from something arable?
And you completely missed the point, as evidenced by your dissimulating second paragraph. No matter - I think I well and truly have your measure now.
Cheerio!
Go James!!(sounds of cheering and thunderous applause)
Btw James . I think that Devils kitchen has probably cooked his goose. Heh Heh
Ps glad you enjoyed the chook thighs.
What a knob.
I have nothing further to add.
What a jerk!
Don't call me a knob! And you, Edwards, you can stick it where it fits!
Kath - I enjoyed them immensely! The leftovers were good, too. Only problem was that I ate too much :(
PS. thanks for the moral support KATH! Not nasty old hishineness and Steve who were barracking for the other bloke.
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