I'm going to admit it: I "Google" my name once a week. Yes, I do this because I'm a writer, and all writers (at least those who publish) are a bit narcissistic at some level (even if we're closet narcissists). It's how I find most reviews of my short stories.
You find all sorts of interesting things when you "Google" your own name. Like this excerpt from one of my favorite stories at Every Day Fiction:
Billy was always eager to go on nights his mom worked late. We first entered the dark spaces while the world shed her summer greens for the browns and tans of fall, the dingy grey of winter lurking behind the turn of the calendar.
Yes, this was listed under the heading Billy Boy - Every Day Fiction - by Aaron Polson on an Indonesian MP3 download site. WTF is a clip from "Billy Boy" doing on an Indonesian MP3 site?
So, I ask again, what the hell is this thing called "the internet"?
Oh--and any World Cup fans out there--that was one hell of a game the Kiwis played against Italy. Just sayin'. Those Italian whiners can put their lousy acting back on the shelf, too. Boo-freaking-hoo.