Google Can See CJ

The web is so cool. To make something and have it globally available instantly to so many people or robots (mostly robots) is an unprecedented level of reach that I think the English or the French or the Spanish or the Romans would’ve sold the world for.

When I look up my site (let me be vain for once,) it’s the *fifth!* result, just below my pretty rarely used Twitter handle. Google results always seemed so impossibly strange to me; I always thought being somewhat visible was either impossible for the normals or took years, not a few months.

Granted, my name’s unique-ish. I also know that not many people, if anybody, are looking me up. And if they do, their first results are the football stats of a person that has the same first and pretty rare last name as me. I don’t play football or look anything like this person. What an outrageously small world we live in.

But if you go a bit deeper, look up something I’ve written, say, Bacon Anti-Patterns, sometimes I’m pretty high up there, even the first result in the case of the aforementioned post. I realize that can be attributed to some of them having pretty strange titles.

In the grand overlord of the internet’s eyes, I have become a blip. And being that blip gives me comfort.