Sitting in the hallway of the Port Hotel, outside room 308 (because YWAM's wireless internet is spawned there...and Stanley isn't awake yet to open the door to me...), I was busy Googling away when I decided to Google myself. I'm sure Sim would argue that this action marks the pinnacle of narcissism.
When I Google my name as "Sarah Hunter" I get this, this, this, this, and this. None of which are me, but are amusing (especially the basket weaver). But "Sarah-Aubrey Hunter" brings up my blog as the first site, accompanied with the infamous quote from Nik's blog: "Rarely updated because she's too busy." Following sites include my name as the contact for the Bessies, an award show I ran over two years ago when I worked for TVB, and an article that I wrote for the Medium (UTM's campus newspaper), followed by a few other outdated Bessies references.
Moments like this make me wish that I had a more interesting name, one that belonged to only me. It creeps me out that there are other Sarah Hunters, Sarah AUBREY Hunters, in fact, that are walking the globe.
5 comments:
easy stalker!
jk ;)
(remember when Nik found a picture online of a gravestone with your name on it?) freaky.
Hmmmm...
What do you think it takes to specialise in professional negligence, and where do I learn such important skills?
Have I been neglecting you, Andrew? I do apologize, if I have...and, if not, then I am hardly the one to be asking about professional negligence, am I?
If you find such an expert, be sure to let me know.
I am all over the net (in both my guises), but there are two other prominent hits of people with my given name as well. One is notable as an anti-porn lobbiest in Washington, the other often shows athletic accomplishments (like track and field).
Both of whom, for those very reasons, are so clearly, clearly not me.
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