I google creep on everyone. My mom, that kid in my french class, people with whom I”m considering procreation, professors, prize horses…the usual suspects. I mean, whats the point of making small talk with people and learning things about them, when you can instead learn those things on the internet. You can find out what school they graduated from, speech team competitions they took part in, and that weird angry blog they made in middle school, all in one click!
So as you now know and understand my view on this issue, I would like to share with you a very fascinating story about my own personal dealings with the google stalk. Except instead of stalking someone else, I stalked myself. And instead of stalking myself by my real name I looked up “Schlitz Lipz”.
Not suprisingly, because the real world is not like my sad, delusional mind, not a whole lot comes up when you look up shlitz lipz. All the rave reviews that I dream of just do not seem to pop up during the search. Instead there is a whole lot of articles from a small Jewish blog with a cult following and one suprising plot twist.
Plot twist? Well that sounds exciting!
I discovered that there was a band started by a bunch of beer brewers, who called themselves Schlitz Lips. I feel like they stole my idea for an nickname, which wasn’t even initally my idea, and made it their own. They took my moment away from me!
I don’t know how to feel.
