Google-hooligans

If you think Angelina Jolie adopts a lot, consider Google.
After dropping enormous dollars on acquisition-happy splurges in the last few years, Google is taking the internet family by storm.
It is a name many household domains would love to share. My first solo search for Google brought me to a place where colourful monsters flagged the front page, Googles.

What does Google not search? You can flip forward from the main page to search for flashy photos, another flip to reveal breaking news, onwards to some shopping catalogues, crack open your mailbox, then volumes of journal articles. When the time finally comes to take a ride out of the house, Google Maps is waiting, ever so clickable. Even if you do find yourself car-less, Maps can recommend the bus routes to take, describing each leg of the ride. The movies next town, a U.S. Air-force base, Lusaka in Zambia, Google Maps has it covered. The information base is overwhelmingly expanding as we speak.

I first met Google in my middle-school computer class. That lesson had consisted of sitting at our computer, typing in the featured url of the day, then entering anything in the search box. You can search anything? Anything. That sounded fun, and nothing but fun. Who would use this sort of thing much in real life? I probably thought.

Regardless, you can search anything.
A while back I read an article that explained the mechanisms of Google search. All I seem to remember are the robotic crawlies that had artfully adorned the article’s backdrop. With virtual metallic hinged legs, bent on countless search and retrieve missions, the critters would scour their workspace, the World-Wide-Web. According to highly specific commands such as “your own name”, they search all four non-corners of the virtual world with scurrying speeds up to Google seconds, to bring back lists long enough to make Santa jealous. On request, these critters extend their retractable highlighting fuzzy feet in assorted colours to glide over the hunted words. They also form caches of everything. Google pets, if you will.
With such a big family, it is hardly a wonder that Google is very well connected.

Compared to their no-nonsense welcoming mat, Google’s front lawn interface is less pristine. Signs adamantly adorn the perimeters, trying to jump into the family scene, all hoping for a touch. Known by association, networking. Still, without knowing too much the in-depth analysis, all I know is that Google throws one constant World-Wide house party. Their guests are always over asking them pressing questions and communicating with their pets. I go everyday.