"Look, we're gonna spend half the night driving around the Hills looking for this one party, and you're gonna say it sucks, and we're all gonna leave and we're gonna go look for this other party. But all the parties and all the bars, they all suck. I spend half the night talking to some girl who's looking around the room to see if there's someone who's more important she should be talking to, and it's like I'm supposed to be all happy 'cause she's wearing a backpack."
I'd like to take this opportunity to invite whoever it was that Googled me and found this site at my office to leave your name. Or, if you don't want to post a comment, you can just email me at the office. But I know someone at my company ran a search on my name and found this page, and I'm pretty curious to know who it was.
Maybe it's the person who deleted their comment. Maybe it's someone who's in love with you and doesn't know how to tell you. Ooooh! Maybe it's Joyce from your office.
By 
Kyle, at
2:22 PM, May 28, 2005
I googled your name and didn't find this site in the results (not within the first 3 pages anyway). I even googled "dan carlson blog." Nothing. What is the reason for your paranoia?
By Cody, at
4:03 PM, May 28, 2005
I found a Canadian Dan Carlson's blog called "Cursed with a Thin Beard" Ironic how this used to be "Slowly Going Bald" Maybe you 2 should be friends?
Ty
By 
, at
4:33 PM, May 28, 2005
The deleted comment was Melanie. Typo.
Someone linked to my site from a Google search for my name from internet provided by my company. So I felt the paranoia was justified. I always feel the paranoia is justified. It's probably not Joyce, who puts white-out on her computer screen and talks to her cubicle.
By Dan Carlson, at
5:18 PM, May 29, 2005
I could be wrong but I think that the way to get something to the top of a Google list is to google it more often and choose that site. So, in theory, if I were to google Kyle Martin, find myself, then choose it over and over I would be tops on the googled Kyle Martin's of the world. That is why Matt Damon of Craptown, NJ isn't going to get much google play, no matter how many times he searches and finds himself.
This is a theory, and it is by no means researched or valid.
By Kyle, at
10:50 AM, May 30, 2005
It would suck to live in Craptown.
By Dan Carlson, at
4:17 PM, May 31, 2005
Wow paranoia sucks.
By Scotty V., at
2:39 PM, June 08, 2005
...a stone, a leaf, an unfound door; of a stone, a leaf, a door. And of all the forgotten faces....
O waste of loss, in the hot mazes, lost, among bright stars on this most weary unbright cinder, lost! Remembering speechlessly we seek the great forgotten language, the lost lane-end into heaven, a stone, a leaf, an unfound door. Where? When?
O lost, and by the wind grieved, ghost, come back again.
--Look Homeward, Angel
Conservatives are not necessarily stupid, but most stupid people are conservatives.
--John Stuart Mill
We have all read in scientific books, and indeed, in all romances, the story of the man who has forgotten his name. This man walks about the streets and can see and appreciate everything; only he cannot remember who he is. Well, every man is that man in the story. Every man has forgotten who he is. One may understand the cosmos, but never the ego; the self is more distant than any star. Thou shalt love the Lord thy God; but thou shalt not know thyself. We are all under the same mental calamity; we have all forgotten our names. We have all forgotten what we really are. All that we call common sense and rationality and practicality and positivism only means that for certain dead levels of our life we forget that we have forgotten. All that we call spirit and art and ecstasy only means that for one awful instant we remember that we forget.
--G.K. Chesterton
We were, for the briefest of moments, something greater than the sum of our uncertain parts; we were youth itself, in all its painful glory and sharp joy.
--August Van Zorn
--Stephen King
Film lovers are sick people.
--Francois Truffaut
