Bitch on the Blog

March 4, 2011

Fast forward

Filed under: Errors,Family — bitchontheblog @ 19:29
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THOUGH SHALT NOT GOOGLE YOURSELF or the wrath of a telephone directory will be upon you.

There are three entries in “192” as to my name: All the people, apart from one, I am supposed to have shared the same roof with are unknown to me. Just saying …

However, my move to Southampton has aged me considerably: According to the electoral roll they use to garner their misleading info I fall into the 65+ age group. Which doesn’t matter, except that I can not allow my father’s reputation to be smeared: He did NOT father a child at age 8 (he is now 73).  And my poor mother was 22 when I was born. What would that make her? Thus reputations are trashed.




  1. But that is the beauty of our new communication technology: we can now disseminate disinformation very rapidly and in high volume! It has become techno-gossip.

    Comment by Conrad — March 4, 2011 @ 19:42 | Reply

    • Thanks, Conrad. If there is any comfort in your reply I’ll still have to find it. Obviously gossip is gossip (often based on fact, sometimes on fabrication) and one shouldn’t be perturbed by it. What I find mildly annoying when actual data given to an official organisation then gets transposed incorrectly.

      As an aside – and I hate it when it happens, but has been creeping into my prose recently: Making mistakes. Just now I was doing something totally unrelated when suddenly “thou” popped into my mind and I knew, in that awful instant, that I’d spelled/spelt it wrongly in my post. Which on checking indeed I had. Unfortunately correct spelling is a matter of pride for me (which is, no doubt, why I don’t use a spell checker – not that it would have picked up this mistake); makes me blush. When slightly distracted whilst typing the English language will get you that way. And when not concentrating properly your brain will, willy nilly, send wrong signal to your typing fingers. That’s my excuse, anyway. Though thou shalt not point finger (at faulty wiring).


      Comment by bitchontheblog — March 4, 2011 @ 21:40 | Reply

      • Speaking of spelling typos, how about though instead of thought—see above?

        Comment by bikehikebabe — March 4, 2011 @ 21:54 | Reply

  2. I googled myself & I got Facebook version, but my friends weren’t the same, different people.

    I can no longer get my page because when I did a typo on my email address, which they though was Spam, they froze my account. NOTHING I’ve tried gets me re-instated. I can’t see the 100 new pics of my grandchildren & what they say to each other.

    Comment by bikehikebabe — March 4, 2011 @ 21:12 | Reply

    • BHB, that is so annoying. Has happened to me once with all my emails vanishing because my then isp provider, in their wisdom, cut access to my email account when I moved house and without warning me. I believe it’s called “customer service”.

      Presumably, your grandchildren (or their parents) can send those photos again? Sometimes I wonder: Technology has brought us all closer which is good but, when not working, is one hell of drain on my nerves.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — March 4, 2011 @ 21:46 | Reply

    • Speaking of spelling typos, how about though instead of thought—see above?

      Comment by bikehikebabe — March 4, 2011 @ 21:53 | Reply

  3. Thou art lucky! You will not me at all in our local telephone directories. Yes, I do pay all the bills on time.

    Comment by rummuser — March 5, 2011 @ 15:08 | Reply

    • You have hit on what I don’t like about cell phones. You aren’t in the telephone directory. Nor are all the other people that I’ve known for 50 years (or less). They have cell phones. Have lost all contact.

      Comment by bikehikebabe — March 5, 2011 @ 16:33 | Reply

      • BHB, don’t be sad. Will pick up on this blasted cell phone culture in a post in a minute – or two.


        Comment by Ursula — March 5, 2011 @ 16:43 | Reply

    • Ramana, Please don’t tell me you are “ex directory”. Years ago it was the last bastion of those who didn’t want to be bothered by cold calling insurance salesmen. Which is fine and dandy; except your friends who had mislaid your number couldn’t find you either.

      In the UK – in doomed-to-fail effort to stem the paper mountain and keep trees in Canadian forests upright – there is a movement to abolish those doorstoppers of telephone directories, yellow pages, Thomson’s local. Which I quite approve of though on the whole I am fond of dinosaurs.

      The blasted ’192′ I was referring to however is on the net. Literally, Ramana. No one asked my permission to draw the world’s attention to my existence, never mind it being inaccurate. Whoever defined “net” didn’t know what he was talking about. Sure, we are all linked but also caught like hapless flies in the spider’s stickiness. No doubt, I could do something about 192 but do I have the time, the energy, the inclination? Is it worth it? No. Do I care? Yes, a little; mostly because I am a stickler for correct detail. Also, have you noticed how people, just because something is written down black on white will take it as gospel? That being the worrying bit.

      Sun is shining.


      Comment by Ursula — March 5, 2011 @ 16:45 | Reply

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