catch me if you can

Good morning all... welcome to another wild ride on the Dead Flyboy Express. Please check that all seat backs and tray tables are in their upright and locked positions and remain seated as we taxi to the runway...
I would make a great airline captain. And fun, too. My fantasy is flying a 737 past some landmark, then saying over the loudspeaker, "Passengers, on the left side of the plane you will see the national treasure of Mount Rushmore..." Then hesitate for a moment or two, then bank the plane hard left and say "Wait, not everybody at once!!!"

*sigh* Hey, if you work for the personnel department at Southwest--my resume's out there. :)

So my old friend "Jules" found me on Google. Apparently, you can type in my name and up comes my workplace's website with my email address and contact information as the first result. How nice, especially for all those people who have my name on their "list of people to kill." (I have a few of those lists myself.) It's like when you used to Google "Satan" and the first result was Microsoft. Initially I was worried about this new, convenient way to locate me, as I cannot seem to make it work for anyone I know except Meg, but further consideration led me to a new realization: Good Lord, there is a search engine where people can look up my name and find out where I live and my email address. That's almost as bad as publishing a large, yellow-covered document with names, addresses, and phone numbers! Oh the humanity!

So, needless to say, I stopped freaking that people would be able to find out where I am just by knowing my name. This isn't a new thing--the guys that want my head on a pike have had the white pages for years...

So why doesn't that comfort me?

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