Google Is Not Always Our Friend
Please excuse this brief blogging break as I direct a message to someone in need. Feel free to skip ahead to the *** sign.
Okay, to the person who keeps searching for Neil Strauss’ book The Game and the quote about Randall P. and keeps ending up on my site thanks to this ….you need to take a valium or get a life or something. Really, you’re freaking me out.
I can only guess that you - yeah, I’m betting I’m talking to you, Randall P. - are trying to keep track of how many of us are talking about you and your general skanky behavior via the internet. Fine. But, really, stop. Looking yourself up on goggle now and then is okay so long as you don’t, you know, make your obsessive self-involved checking too obvious. You failed on that point. See, here’s a hint: conducting a google search on your name repeatedly in the span of an hour is one thing - a thing that requires therapy or a polo mallet to the side of your head - but following that same search back to my site 11 times in that same hour, well, that makes you look crazy. As in: go buy the bucket size of valium ’cause a single serving ain’t gonna do it. Not to point out the obvious, but you should have been able to tell after, say, the 3rd or 4th time you jumped to my site from your goggle search, what I was saying about you. Get help.
***For everyone else, today’s the last day of the ROMAID ebay auctions for Larissa. Go here and bid on books and critiques and other amazing book-related items. Go, go, go…..










