Who Googles The Bloggers?

chaoticset on 2003-06-06T13:43:28

Okay -- it's an inaccurate title, but I can't be bothered to come up with something clever this early in the morning.

The Register has a couple stories on the Google-Blog situation.

"What Google-Blog situation?" I hear you cry. READ! Read the links! Googlebombing, Googlewhacking, etc. Blogs skew Google.

The Register carries on about this as if somehow the blogging community is a pile of whiny brats, which seems a little unfair -- bloggers hacked Google. Simply put, they figured a trick out, and they did it a few times, and now all the -- forgive this mangling -- 'skript bloggers' have come out of the woodwork.

They seem to advocate some sort of separated Google for blogs, which I don't think is a half bad idea. However...where is the dividing line?

Is this a blog? Or does the fact that it's not subdomained somehow make it more palatable? How do you separate the blogs from the rest?

And, more importantly, who decides what the dividing line is? Why can't people spoof that dividing line? Once that gets out, why won't all these disillusioned bloggers, led to the spoof information by Google itself, use it to spoof Google?

So Google will start non-linking to information about spoofing Google, and the vicious cycle starts...

Goodbye, Google. You will be missed. You will never be as we knew you.

In other news (ha ha) the United States has the lowest software piracy rate of any country. I'm really very curious how they measure this -- is it by the number of people getting caught? Some sort of anonymous survey?

If it's the number of people getting caught, then, perhaps, we've just adapted to become very smart pirates in the U.S.

Oh, and did I mention there's working quantum cryptography? Next week will no doubt bring teleportation.


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chromatic on 2003-06-06T16:15:40

"Bloggers" do it by themselves in public.

Bloggers

Odud on 2003-06-07T16:23:14

And from a similar story... "Those raging-hormones... capricious tantrums, those endless hours devoted to navel gazing ... the helpless feeling that world is conspiring against you ... the frustration of trying to use grown-up words, but failing ... popstar fantasies ... toe-curling slang ... those nightmarish swings between binge eating and dangerous, faddish diets. It's all there. And don't even mention the first, awful encounter with alcohol."