Something rather disturbing today - Google is starting to get a little too personal. I laughed a few weeks ago when I saw a picture for what Google will become in 20 years. You type "my fucking keys" in the search box and it comes with "on the top of the stereo where you left them, moron." Today on Google Maps I typed in an address to a friends house. There was a little picture in one corner that said "street view". I've seen this a few times and ignored it, until today. I clicked and it had a 360 degree view of the street from the outside of my friend's house. I thought this might have been a fluke that it was directly in front of her place, so I typed in an address just 10 houses away. And holy crap, it came up in front of a restaurant. I could see the menu of the day and people inside eating and being served. I've always wondered if someone was going around to various parts of every street and just taking 360 degree photos.
So then I tried my address in Spain. Then in Australia. Then my old house in Australia. Then my girlfriends' place (old and new) and every day place of abode I've ever stayed at. 50% had front door 360 degree views. That's a little too close for comfort, don't you think?
In other events, I heard a great prank phone call where a Jewish college girl tells her parents that she's now dating an Italian. A radio DJ pretends to be the boyfriend and he goes to town with the retorts. The parents are beyond pissed off. And fucking racist. And now they're on the radio. But that girl has cojones, no doubt about it. Being able to put up with that kind of family and still drive them up the wall like that. HAHAHAHA! I couldn't get my parents with anything severe. They stew in their anger, they don't vent it out. The worst I could do is say that I'm moving to south America. Or if it was only a joke, I supposed I could say that I got married. In fact, I got Andrea with a good one around the time that we hooked up. I told her that I had a 5 year old daughter. Andrea was skeptical and fired off some basic questions as fast as possible, but you don't announce this kind of joke on a whim without a few seconds thinking about it. You have to get a name, the age, the mum, and then you can make up the rest and have it sound good. It might be a little creepy if you also have a photo in your wallet of this ficitious little girl, but at least no one can say that you don't commit :)
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The good thing about those google photos is that usually they're just taken once, by people driving slowly down the street with super-cameras, and then they get posted and grow old. I don't know how often they get updated, but it's not like you're watching real-time (which would be scary insane). Jason and i looked at our house once, and it was very outdated. It also didn't have the address lined up properly on our street, so when we typed it in, it showed up two houses above ours and we had to click down several pictures (there were like three angles for each house) to get to ours.
Yeah, I just checked mine, and now it lines up, but the picture's about a year old. I can tell, because it's from about February last year when I raked all our front yard up but didn't have any bags to put the piles of leaves. It took another week or two for us to get all the piles bagged up. The picture has those piles in it. Cool. I'm not sure if it's a newer picture from last time I looked. I can't remember when we looked before.
How does my old house look? And how is my new place?
And say hi to Claire for me
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