My FB page

I've been spending my workday stalking people I don't know in the state of Texas.

I am feeling a latent sense of naivete as I troll the web and discover how easy it is to create a chronology of someone's life. The creepiest thing is finding obituaries for people's fathers, mothers or spouses. All those days of googling my own name, and only now I realize perhaps I'd prefer strangers not to be able to search my name at whim and discover the following items.

Chesley Walsh:

1. made a comment on Schwangdidhe's Myspace profile.
2. is a Huge Bitch (name of club)
3. is actually a more common dude's name, and he passed away in Winnipeg, MB.
4. is a member of the snowmobile club in Cumberland County.

I wouldn't mind that last one if it was true, actually.

Still, who needs such pathetic shit about themselves on the internet? The only person who warrants multiple google hits with my name is the heroic Chesley Sullenberger, that pilot who safely drove a plane into the Hudson. The most heroic thing I've done recently is force my lazy ass to clean the cheese off my dishes.