This is fun. Or scary. Or whatever.
Who does Google think you are?
Ars Technica’s Casey Johnston has started a fun new game: find out what Google guesses is your age and gender. These “inferred demographics” are based on the websites you visit and are tracked by a Google cookie; they are used for advertising purposes. Given Google’s controversial announcement Tuesday that users will not be able to opt out of new privacy changes, learning what the company thinks about you seems particularly useful, and informative.
Google got my gender right, and guessed I'm 35-44. Hah! I'm 46.
eta: This is cookie-based. I get different results for my interests on my MacBook Pro than on my work computer.
Of course I do, too. Love him!
Heh, it got my gender right but also guessed too young on the age. 26-34. (I am 38)
Andre The Giant Holding a Can of Beer
That's not a tiny can of beer. That's actually a normal sized 12 oz. can of Molson. The huge hand belongs to André the Giant...
And you know what goes great with beer? Peanuts. Anybody want a peanut?
Heh.
Wow. Google thinks I'm 18-24. Rock on!!
eta: They did get the girl part right.
I am also a 25-34 year old Female. However, I am nearly 51. I have a young mind, at least at work.
edit: I wonder what it will think I am at home, where I do my porn surfing.
It guessed that I'm 18-24. I find myself at a loss.
President John Tyler’s Grandsons Are Still Alive
John Tyler (1790-1862), the tenth President of the United States, left office in 1845. Though quite old, he fathered a son in 1853. That son himself fathered two sons at an advanced age in 1924 and 1928. Those two men, the grandsons of President Tyler, are still alive...
Thanks to my husband, my computer is very secure; Google couldn't find my cookies. I guess my goodies are stayin' in the jar...
Ahahaha. The trick is not traumatizing the more modest among us. But I think everyone goes knowing cleavage WILL be on display, given the preponderance of corsets at Prom. eta and given that I've bellydanced at several of the last gatherings in what are effectively decorated bra tops.
Oh, I'm not worried about y'all daring me to flash someone; that's a yawner. BOOM POW, Done, back to my drink.
But you guys are mad-creative, so...
I have a shitton of work to do today. YAY!!!
