They use a top-secret algorithm called page-rank, which incorporates 3 key factors:
- Frequency and location of the key words for which one is searching
- How long the web page has existed
- Number of other web pages that link to the web page in question.
Bonus - when I google "Benji Somebody Else", the first three hits are really referring to me, then there's some unrelated hits, then it cites this blog's first post where I explained the meaning behind the address and happened to write Benji and Somebody Else in the same paragraph.
Note- In a couple weeks I'm expecting this post to be up there on the list because I keep typing Benji Somebody Else (frequency and location people, frequency and location).
Benji Somebody Else.
On a completely unrelated but nonetheless interesting note, I had ants crawling on my ears today. I have no idea how this happened. Around 9:00 this moring I'm sitting there doing dentistry and feel one crawling on my ear. I took off my glove and brushed it away, only to have the same thing happen 10 minutes later. Then around 3:00 this afternoon it happened again! I was in the middle of polishing up a filling I had just placed and really didn't want to take time out of the procedure to take off my gloves, brush the ant away, and re-glove; and I definitely didn't want to touch my own ear with slobbery gloves, (gross!) so I just kept working while the little bugger crawled around for two minutes and bit me three times. I don't think I've ever been so angry at a single ant in my entire life. Maybe someday when I'm working in my own office and have an assistant, I can simply call out "Ant" and she can brush it off of my ear. Someday.
Benji Somebody Else.
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Update - It's only been three minutes and already this post is the number two link for a google search of "Benji Hadfield". I guess I'm really somebody now.
I'm guessing a queen ant took up residence in your brain.
Oh Benji. Having bugs in my ears is my absolute WORST fear. I know the ants weren't actually in your ears, but that's way too close for my comfort. I would have been screaming and jumping around the room and no amount of nasty slobber would have made me pause to take off those gloves. You're like a man of steel or something...
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