So we’re back to the Disneyland routine after taking a hiatus while I recovered both physically and financially from the broken wrist. We kicked off our new annual passes with another 24-hour marathon (we did the leap year 24-hour day too.)
The BF had a “hidden” Mickey shaved into the back of his head for the occasion and during the course of the weekend about a hundred people took pictures of his head. And that’s just the people who actually asked if they could.
When we got home from our weekend, I sat down with the BF in front of the computer and we did some searching to see if we could find pictures of his head on the Internet. We figured for sure we’d come across at least a shot or two on Instagram or Twitter.
Well, if they’re out there — and I’m sure they are — I have no idea what tags people are using.
But aside from not being able to find pics of my boyfriend’s head on the Internet, what we mostly found out was that Google has made up its mind about who I am and what I want to see in my search results. Which is both funny and frustrating.
Every single image search we conducted included no small number of images of nails. And not all of them were even Disney-oriented.
I could totally understand if Google was processing my search criteria and thinking, “But this lady likes to look at nails a lot, so throw in the Disney nail art too.” But no, they’re just randomly placed nail art pics: blue fades, rhinestones, polka dots... the usual. And nothing to do with Disneyland or Mickey Mouse.
So it just goes to show, Google is taking notes, and it looks like they have me type-cast as a nail tech. No breaking out of that box now I guess.