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Jane Miller from high school was tough to track down.
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Shouldn’t the number of friends who track you down decrease as the uniqueness of your name increases?
Um, no. The more unique your name the easier to get a Google result that is actually them. >_>
Michael Otten, I dare you to find the real me =P. 9/11 ruined any chance of that.
what a way to wake up – a headline on indexed! thanks much.
Oops! I’m such a doofus. Thanks, anon!
Oooh goody.
And I really dont want any of them to come looking.
There is only one Jessica Hagy if you google
sadly, everyone else with my name is so much more interesting than me. Senior Professors with international recognition. Athletes. Activists of causes I respect.
There’s no such thing as “just” a mom–every bit as important as all those other things you mentioned, if not moreso. You do yourself a disservice!
I’ve got it different…my name is virtually un-Googleable, as both first and last are standard English words.
According to google, you’re pretty.
… a more creepy comment may never be left in this blog. It’s got it all, including a fitting posting handle.
weeee! love this blog. keep it up!
It can be really bad though, when you have a moderately rare name and someone else with it is (in)famous…
Apparently, I’m either a gay porn star or a semi-pro wrestler.
oh… i am so easy to find
Strangely, I’m findable on Google if you type in my nickname (which I go by about half the time). You could still find me using my first name, but there are more “Angela”s to choose from.
Guess there’s only one googable “Vanessa Ornella”. I might be able to quit these stupid phones in a year or 2.
apparently i’m a porn star, too. :(
or an “outstanding concert accordionist!”
WOW!
Uniqueness is absolute. Something can not be more or less unique. It is one of a kind or one of many.
I would love to share this with my old friend, Julie Lee. Too bad I can’t find Julie Lee. Oh yeah, and Annie Hawkins, too. Parents of the next generation, please take this problem into account when naming your children. (Oops, I didn’t even give my kids a middle name. . .)