Two scary things today.

I went about school this morning in a very usual fashion: left home probably a little before 8:00, went to the IME library, puzzled over some homework that was due soon, asked the teacher a hurried question in the hall, got a somewhat satisfactory answer, unsatisfactorily finished the homework, went to class, sat there sweetly, changed my answer to one of the problems as the teacher went over it (just to make sure my conscience wouldn't have a chance to bother me, I noted on my paper what I had done), spoke up once or twice, turned my homework in and marched to the bathroom. It was then I discovered that I had this bunch of hair sticking straight out of my head. It wasn’t just one little hair either, no sirree.

Next scary thing. I typed the name of the IME department head in, and I found I am a fan of search engine web crawlers. The very first link was one to the by-log! I had discussed him in one of my entries some time ago, and there it was before anyone else. Try it: I think it was “Dr. Rick Billo.”

That brings up an interesting point. Face it, if Dr. Billo was my mother or a close friend, I wouldn’t feel free to discuss negative points that I see about him. You know, if there’s something bad I think about someone that I think could run across this, I probably wouldn’t share it, but it’s a lot easier to talk that way of someone who’s disconnected with the people I think might read this. But I might be surprised, that’s the power of the internet.