Mr. Google’s Guidebook
Whimsley: Mr. Google’s Guidebook
Whimsley Hall is now strewn, like Miss Haversham’s house, with cobwebs and dust. Most visitors no longer come in by the front door to take a tour. Instead, Mr. Google (a travel agent who doubles as our butler) directs them straight down to the basement where the family archives are kept and tells them to look at one particular historical document called The Netflix Prize: 300 Days Later. They read this and then they walk right out.
I shouldn’t complain. It’s nice that they visit at all - much better than rattling around here by myself - so I should be very grateful to Mr. Google for bringing these people to visit, but it does leave me wondering why he always sends them to look at this same corner of the house. I have a few other items lying around that I think are just as pretty but Mr. Google takes the visitors right by them without so much as a glance.
A longer read than most, but more amusing than the latest about Hillary Clinton’s militia digging in and refusing to get out of Basra until the Chinese Olympics rescues mortgage holders from the financial crisis.
Oh yes, Mr. Google has decided that this article about Mrs. Sandra Beth Geisel is the most interesting piece in my house. Although he also sends a few to this rather odd map of Kostria-Wingery.
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