Now, I am in no way anti-Google.  I love Google – more than I should.  One of these days Google is going to bend down, grab the sides of its face and turn up at me with those yellow Michael-Jackson-turning-into-the-werebeast-in-Thriller eyes, and the years of nightmares will return.  Although this time, it won’t just be 6-year-old me screaming and running toward the sanctity of my room in my footie pajamas.  (Seriously parents, the video was called “Thriller” why did you let your scaredy pants kid watch it anyway?)  This time it won’t be like Thriller – it will be like all of my emails, the weird stuff I look at online (I use stumble upon, it’s not all my fault), and just all of those secret statistics Google has been collecting – all out in the CyberWorld for all to see and mock.  When Google turns into Michael Jackson, it will be like our high school journals have been turned out for the world to see, but not in that faux-mortified way of the folks at Mortified.  Really mortified, because the stuff you look at online, way worse than the stuff you put in your journal.  And before you get all judgy and start to say to yourselves “now, what does she look at online?!”  Think about what you’ve looked up, just think about it.

Anyway, none of this has anything to do with what I intended to post about.  I use Google News, and I love it.  I sift through, then open the interesting articles in new tabs, and learn all I need to know about the world.  Although, sometimes, the images and the stories don’t quite match up.  For instance:

HUD Chief!  That's quite an accomplishment for a man that's been dead for over a decade!  (I <3 you J.B.)

HUD Chief! That's quite an accomplishment for a man that's been dead over a decade! (I ❤ you J.B.)

and

Maine, Florida, they're both pointy ones on the tips . . .

Maine, Florida, they're both pointy ones on the tips . . .

and then there’s this one which isn’t so much incorrect as it is wrong.

Really Google, really?

Really Google, really?

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