Me too, me too! Edit: With the guess of 25-34 and actually being 38.
Natter 69: Practically names itself.
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.
Google thought I was a 35-44 year old man. DO I HAVE TO FLASH MY BOOBIES AT YOU GOOGLE??
Art-knowing people: Is this an Aubrey Beardsley? I wish all Tumblr people were better about attributing.
DO I HAVE TO FLASH MY BOOBIES AT YOU GOOGLE??
Or possibly search for pictures of shirtless Chris Evans.
I also liked that it thinks I am into classical music and body art.
Google also thought I was 25-34, but I is 41!
I think google is lying to us all to make us feel better. I think it has our number.
No one was hurt in the fire, it was at 6am.
Google thinks I'm a 25-34 year old man, who's interested in TV, movies, beauty, and Scotland. I think it's found my husband. (eta: fuck, I just realised I was off with my age again. I am *not* 44. Why do I think I'm 44?)
I can't wait to see what it thinks of me at home either...that should be a doozy. Especially in different browsers, since each of mine has different...ah...interests.
Do any Buffistas live in Austin? I'm seriously thinking about attending a conference there on March 8; Southwest has a $106 dollar flight, and I think I could get several articles from the conference.
But a hotel is out of my budget. I am a very courteous and easy houseguest. I just need horizontal floor space, a mirror, an electrical outlet, wi-fi and coffee. Maybe a pillow and blanket. I'm not picky.
Someone had to be the exception. Google thinks I'm 55-64 at work. I'm 49.
I suspect my home computer might give a different result. Or maybe not.
They're putting up a This Means War mega poster along the highway on my drive into work. This is going to be almost as good as the halcyon days of the Sherlock Holmes mega poster. God, that was dangerously fine.