Like the majority of Buffistas, I was correctly gendered but Google underguessed my age by about a decade. Google also apparently thinks I'm bicoastal, splitting my time between the Bay Area and Connecticut, which, I don't even.
From the article about President Tyler's still-living grandsons, a commenter linked to this - an appearance on '50s game show "I've Got A Secret" by an eyewitness to the assassination of Lincoln. So stunning, just how tiny a sliver of time actually separates us from what we're used to thinking of as impossibly long ago and far away.
Google has no idea who or what I am, apparently. Not sure why.
You're an enigma, wrapped in a riddle, tied around a Spectral-Bovine.
Day four of being laid up. Sigh, but things are definitely on the mend. I really hope I will be able to make it to work tomorrow (since that means I will be able to leave the apartment).
Is Maine one of your interests?
Nope. I grew up in Massachusetts and spent a lot of time in New Hampshire growing up; dunno why it thinks I'm interested in Maine.
No, I mean did it list Maine as an interest? Or is there a specific section where it lists location?
Google thought I was a 35-44 year old man. DO I HAVE TO FLASH MY BOOBIES AT YOU GOOGLE??
Google thinks I am amych. Which I'm okay with.
On my phone, Google thinks I live in Southern California. It's separate from interests. On the laptop it doesn't list a location. Either one should know where I am because I use Google Latitude, so, I don't know. Or do the cookies not cross reference with my google sign in?
I assumed they were more efficiently Big Brothering me. Oh well.
I think that's going to be the case shortly, though? [link]
Because of some network switch difficulties this week, Google presumed our company was located in Ireland. In particular, the search page kept offering to switch me to Gaelic.
