I'm totally googling all of you people now. I feel like I know a surprising number of people's full names, off-hand.

And he doesn’t like modern drugs like ecstasy because they “mess with the brain”.

The only google of my name that used to give me was if you combined it with "ranty pants," because I once told the school committee I was wearing them. It's gone from google now, though.

Wow. I am ungoogleable. Both 'Tom' and 'Thomas' + {lastname} produce lots o' matches, none of them me.

I'm googleable, but buried pretty deep unless you do an exact search on my full name. And most of that stuff is ancient work related.

Gotta love Chelsea Clinton. In the New Yorker profile on Bill:

Chelsea on her father's handling of the AIDS crisis after writing a thesis on the subject at Oxford: "I gave you a grade," she told her father. "What did I get?" Clinton asked. "C-plus." Her rationale: "You didn't do nearly enough. But you did more than anyone else in the world."

I am totally Googleable, unfortunately. Theatre Bay Area puts information that I *thought* was behind a Members Only wall out for everyone, so my old cell number is out there, as is an article accusing me of racism based on one online interaction and one article about me in the Star-Tribune. The cell doesn't bother me - the article does.

(And please not to be clicking on the article link, thank you!)

I'm googly. Both my genealogy and various publications (none recent). Also, many many ancestors of the same name. I feel reasonably invisible, considering my last name is kind of atypical.

This day will not end. What's worse, is I don't really want to get to tomorrow, either. Miserable conversation to be had.

Yes, and he shouldn't risk that.

Yeah, its much harder to go to Switzerland twice a year and get your brain replaced.