An Enigma In My Toast

I never grew out of that teenage phase. You know the one I’m talking about. The phase where you have the answer to absolute everything.  The phase that made your parents twitch.

And I have Google to thank for it.

Now I don’t work for Google and they aren’t paying me for this blog entry, but the ease through which I can now teach myself how to do things-well it’s so simple because of Google that I almost assume I know how to do something because I know how to find the answer.

I’ve found and learned how to create customized newsletters, set up podcasts and webinars using nifty tools; Google is aware of it. And there’s a site that mocks the knowledge of those who haven’t discovered how Google can grow your brilliance. It’s called “Let Me Google That for You.”

For those of you unfamiliar with it, it serves to mock our friends, family and co-workers who have questions that could be answered by simply leaning over their computer keyboard and typing a few words into the Google interface. The site allows the receiver of the silly question to do just that, but then spits out a link that can be emailed back in response to the sender of the question.  When the question initiator clicks on the link expecting to have the answer to their question right there, the link instead walks them through the process of Googling their query and shows them the results-all of which they could have found on their own.