The Ragdoll Chronicles

when google goes wrong ....

One of many brave new territories vbeing ventured into by the idea hamsters at google inc is to make the reply to any question posed to the google search engine be accurate ,or at the best relevant.
Only, images are searched by keywords attached to those images, so they are counting on a site host to not be a conniving prick like yours truly and pull shit like having keywords like brittney spears or ponies (yes, i donot like pre-adolescent girls) with graphic images of circumcisions or vasectomies (either will do) with the ray of hope being that they will show up on google and shock the pinafores of them pony loving brittney wannabees.
It looks like God has done most of my work for me. Whaere best to spread disinformation and keep his flock humble and obedient than their most revered source of wisdom?

Here are the images i get for a few questions many impressionable kids and desperate souls have in common.

• Is there a God ?

• Is there life out there ?

• Google must have misunderstood my query, so i rephrased it.
  

Is there intelligent life out there?

• Well, next question..... Is there true love?

• That was not very helpful. I decided to move onto more worldly questions
  

Like .....

• What is sex?
  

This was the most relevant answer i have got so far nad it relies heavily on innuendo not everyone is privy to.

• I decided to go easy on her and ask questions which are more common, so i went ahead with....

• Where do babies come from?

No, Im not buying it.

• Who Let the dogs out?

Okayy, thats better.

• Which backstreet boy is gay?

At last , one straight answer out of google, and surprisingly accurate too .
There is still hope. Keep at it Mr.Brin.

• By the way, here are a few results for keyword "stupid".
  

posted by Unknown @ 7:41 PM Comments: 1

Twenty someone

Today, i turn twenty.
today is the first day of the rest of my life.
If youre thinking drama queen, you are so not twenty years old. Twenty has a special significance, just like sixteeen , eighteen and sixty do. Let me elaborate.

Sixteen is when you finish school and are pretty much done with the concepts of homework , lunch-box and corproal punishment. It means the training wheels are off.

Eighteen is the next level , the powers that be are pleased with progress we have made and thus grant us with the gifts of guilt-free access to motor vehicles and porn.

All seems well but then, BOOOM youre twenty. You have any idea what that means? It means no more dramatics , no more erratic behaviour which was previously pinned on the whole hormonal thing.
Welcome to post adolescence. Welcome to the first day of the rest of youre life.
So, twenty huh? should'nt I be hanging out with friends in a pub,ogling at girls and guzzling beer before accepting all the shit that comes with being a grownup ? Should'nt i be doing whatever i want?

Well, i am doing exactly that. Im sitting in the lab surrounded by the people i like and respect, ignoring (at least trying very hard to ignore ) the rest, talking to my adoring public. I have nothing special planned, or rather, i want all the good stuff thats meant to happen today to be spread over the rest of my life. Does that sound stupid? Hell, won't be my first, sure as hell wont be my last.
By the way, i want to make a public resolution to make this regular ,(just how regular is upto what's in store for me ) in the hope that it WILL keep me regular .
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like my father's come to pass
twenty years has gone so fast
wake me up when september ends
-Green Day

posted by Unknown @ 2:36 AM Comments: 1