A Google selfie … and I don’t recognize myself
I googled myself today. Hadn’t done that in years. There were 6540 results, which is more than I would’ve expected … if I had any expectations at all, that is.
The number two hit on the results gave me the best laugh I’ve had in quite awhile. It’s my entry page in the Encyclopedia of Science Fiction:
So I was born in Roeselare, Belgium, eh? And that white stuff atop my head … it’s premature greyness, because I’m actually in my mid-thirties?
I wish.
Actually, the birth information is almost kinda close to correct. Roeselare–Roulers in French, because Belgian towns have a French and a Flemish name–is indeed where my family originated. I have many relatives there and in Bruges.
(Great movie, BTW–In Bruges
, I mean. If you haven’t seen it you ought to, because it’s funny, it’s Colin Farrell’s best picture, and it shows lots and lots of Bruges, the best preserved Renaissance city in northern Europe.)
This just goes to prove, folks, that you can’t trust everything you read on the Internet. I hope I didn’t disillusion you.
Thought du jour: “If science fiction is the mythology of modern technology, then its myth is tragic.” — Ursala K. Le Guin.
