So here I am. I want to prepare a brine for some chicken. I want a gallon. Well, I don’t have a gallon sized measuring cup, so I’m trying to remember how many cups make a gallon. Can’t remember, brain too tired to figure it out.
So I turn to my latest best friend, Google. She’ll know, I’m thinking. I google:
How many cups to a gallon
What does Google do? She comes right back with “16 cups, you lazy dumbass.”
Ok, she didn’t really say lazy dumbass, that’s why I love her so.
You know, I’ve never been a math whiz. Did you know you can just ask Google? Hey Google, what’s a million divided by 186,000? She’ll just tell you.
I don’t bother with on-line dictionaries anymore. Google is faster. I just type in “define allegory,” and she tells me.
Google is about to launch their IM service, probably tomorrow. In fact, technically it’s up now, and I’m logged in as revtim with my client (Gaim) which support Jabber, the open IM protocol that Google is using.
My company offers a flex plan spending account. You put aside pre-tax money and use it to pay for OTC medical expenses, and you are reimbursed. Any you don’t use during the course of the year, you lose. Mr. brown thought my company was pulling a fast one and demanded an explanation of why we forfeit unused sums. I went to Google and typed in “flex plan unused forfeit” and came up with a gajillion sites explaining the IRS regulations which require this forfeiture in all flex plans.
He still won’t like it, but I guess he won’t argue with the IRS.
I’m a tester for a game in production that involves a detailed reproduction of Manhattan. Now when sombody tells me to check out the restaurant near so-and-so intersection, I whip out Google Maps and - bam! - I’m cruising at 70 mph down the wrong direction of one-way streets in the blink of an eye.
Oh, and Google Talk (the IM client) is up and running. The voice chat is up there with Ventrilio in terms of quality! [psst: MPrime (at) google (dot) com if you need a buddy]
I got through three-quarters of dinner one day last week, was making tacos. Everything’s at the last few minutes when I realize - Shit! I forgot the stoopid taco seasoning. SO’s already left work and will be here in a matter of minutes, and he has no cell phone, what do I do, what do I do?
Hop onto Google and find out how to make homemade taco seasoning. Yum!
I love the language tools. Every day, I have to get my boss to cancel multiple orders, which I usually print out, write “cancel” on, and leave on her desk. Eventually, that got boring. So I go check with my friend Google. Now I can say “Consign this order to the fiery pits of damnation” in several languages, rather than just the uber-pedestrian “cancel” I’d used before.
