I Googled Boredom and This is What Came Up

I decided this morning in a last-ditch effort to find the sleep that has left my life recently, I would Google myself and others I know. As boring as I though it would be, it was. But there were a few treasures I found that fascinated me so much that I am now going to blog about them here.

First, I Googled my blog.

http://www.google.com/search?q=linzloveslaughter&ie=utf-8&oe=utf-8&aq=t&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&client=firefox-a


I discovered that instead of actually leading followers to the entertaining bit of social media found here, Google would rather direct them to a lesbian porn blog on Myspace.

Of course if you ask my mother, she would assume they were one and the same place.

I then Googled myself with no really interesting results. So I googled my brother and a Giant fishing website came up.

Captain Jake Herrin's Fishing adventures!! dot com

My brother is an indie-rock nerd who loves comic books and is in a band. Basically an older beardier version of me.
In addition to this awesome fishing site where man, they love fish, a lovely photo came up. I think it speaks better than I ever could so I'll just let you see.


Love ya, bro!

When Googleing my father, I discovered that he and my 5 year- old younger cousin are appealing to the Indiana Supreme Court for a divorce. Many jokes about the South to follow I'm sure.

Perhaps the most disturbing information received, was in the Googleing of my mother. I discovered that she, posed as an insurance agent in Opp, Alabama, donated money to Mike Huckabee's presidential campaign. FOR SHAME,WOMAN!!

Oddly enough we used to live in Alabama, not that far from Opp. Mama, got something you need to admit? Hmm???

To recap: My family portrait is being repainted as a result of this Google epiphany. I, the lesbian porn blogger, stand next to my brother, the towheaded blonde fisherwoman in the poker visor. My parents stand behind us, each with a proud hand of reassurance resting on one of their child's shoulders. My father, the divorcee of my cousin. My mother, the Republican campaign supporter.

Oddly enough, each of their new identities are commonplace in the South. Y'all may laugh at my accent, but at least I don't fall into any major stereotypes of mockery.

If you'll excuse me I need to call my family and ask them if there's anything more I should know.