August 16, 2005

In bizarre company

Sometimes when I can't sleep I find myself google-ing my name. This, of course, is known as a vanity search.

And I always come up with the strangest crap.

The most gratifying is being listed on some random site like WKRN or finding out the blog you are looking at is somehow worth $5,313.11. Yeah, I don't get the whole Blogshares thing. If you can explain it to me, I'll love you more.

The worst is finding out that there is an Eric Coomer who is a skinhead. In fact he says he's an "alt.skinhead" which ticks me off all the more because I am exploring "alt.worship". I'm not going to link to his sorry butt because I don't want his rankings to go up in google...so find him for yourself.

Another Eric Coomer is a
sadomasochistic sex dude who is into bondage and whips and chains.

And the most famous Eric Coomer besides me is the mountain climber dude.

So, if you ever read of me saying, "White Power!", or "Then I put her collar and leash on.", or you read of me getting "
tipsy on Vicodan and gin"... you've got the wrong guy.