Imagine you really want to know what methylchloroisothiazolinone is. I don't know, maybe you suspect an allergic reaction to your shampoo or something. What do you do? You go to Google, and type it in.
This is non-trivial. If you're a perfect typist, your fingers will still flutter over the keyboard for a good five seconds. If you're a crap typist, like me, whose wpm would double if backspace keystrokes were included, there's a solid ten seconds of work involved. M·E·T·H·Y·L·C·H·L·O·R·O·I·S·O·T·H·I·A·Z·O·L·I·N·O·N·E. Here, you try it (prize for correct answers; no cheating).
But anyway, you do this, and click Search. And what comes up? Me, talking about having a shower. This happened to someone in the UK yesterday. Christ, I'm sorry old bean. Look, here's your answer. Please come back.
(This is strictly a one-off. The person searching for "petrified walrus penis" is out of luck.)
Related: Disturbing Search Requests.
If this post reads a little giddy, it's because I'm hopped up on pseudoephedrine. Mmm, P·S·E·U·D·O·E·P·H·E·D·R·I·N·E.
Joseph | 6 Apr 2004
Topographic view
The qualifier
Two weeks with the apple and the lone star (illustrated).
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