Oh! I get what you're saying now. (sorry - slow brain term paper burned it out last night)
I fully understand that burnout.
Now I'm going to have to go to the damn reunion, if only to make fun of Dr. Class President.
'Touched'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Oh! I get what you're saying now. (sorry - slow brain term paper burned it out last night)
I fully understand that burnout.
Now I'm going to have to go to the damn reunion, if only to make fun of Dr. Class President.
Dr. Class President.
See, I'd keep running after her saying, "Dr. Mrs. President! Dr. Mrs. President!"
I am the only living person with my first and last name - at least, that google knows about.
I am the only living person with my first and last name
I would have sworn that about me, but I found a lady in South America and another in Ireland called what I am.
Weirder than being alone.
The first 9 hits on Google for my name are me.
Googling my name gets either me or members of my family on the same web page as someone with my first name. The me hits are mostly old usenet postings, it looks like.
Mine is all fandomy hits. I look like a loon!
ETA: I am a loon. Right?
Mine are my New Zealand trek, my workshop for the GLBT college conference in Kentucky, and an article for the Berea online rag about being in Wales. Nothing I wouldn't tell someone point blank anyhow. Then you get into the other permutations of my last name, which are less interesting on the whole.
Googling either my birth name or my Zmayhem name brings up me and just me -- the former, mostly theater listings, and the latter, a message board posting by someone I've never met during the '04 elections saying they agreed with the letter to the editor that I wrote (with the editing assistance of many Buffistas, but especially La Tep).
ION, ow ow ow. Another late-pregnancy milestone achieved. Fingers starting to swell up, and my engagement ring actively hurts and can only be wrestled off with gobs of lotion (but my pinkies aren't quite swollen enough for it to fit them -- time to invest in a pretty neck-ribbon or, considering my tendency to lose jewelry, a sturdy chain). Oww. Stoopid water-bloated fingers.
My first few links are to a teacher and a writer. There used to be an ADA in Florida, too - I got a call for her once, which is weird, because I do not live in Florida. I mean, even if you found my phone number online, wouldn't it have my state? Anyway. I don't think google leads to actual me.