You have been googled
Monday, February 12, 2007
And there I was, reading the morning's papers with a cup of tea in my hand when I chanced upon the article in the Business section.
Google buys Youtube for $ 1.65 billion.
"Holy smokes!", I exclaimed in suprise, "and what are they going to call this new conglomeration?"
"I couldn't say, sir. Gootube perhaps?", replied Proffie.
"Silly ol' Proffie", I snickered, "but you might very well be right"
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posted by foogarky @ 12:00 PM,
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A good read
I flipped through the pages. "What do you make of it, Proffie? A book of some kind?"
"It appears to be a novel told through pictures. A form of visual story-telling perhaps.", replied the wise valet.
"It has a rather intriguing title. The adventures of HentaiBoi : Fear my tentacles. Sounds like an interesting read. Get me a cup of coffee, will you Proffie?"
"Very well, sir."
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posted by foogarky @ 11:59 AM,
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Game Over
I tapped the buttons on my keyboard with a dramatic flourish of my hand. The penultimate level of this Japanese videogame was finally over. Now, only the final Boss remained.
I squinted at the screen, trying to read the japanese characters which were written in an annoyingly small font. "You won't believe this, Proffie. I battled through eleven levels of horrible monsters to reach a Baka-Neko at this final stage. What's the stupid cat going to do? Scratch me to death?", I said as I walked through the door.
"Sir, no! The writing on the screen wasn't Baka-Neko. It was Bake-Neko. The Demon Cat.", replied Proffie, but it was too late.
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posted by foogarky @ 11:58 AM,
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The Extratemporals
"Identify yourself!"
"I am Foogy Foplin, in her Majesty's secret service. And this is my man Proffie. We're here on account of the appearance of the mysterious specter known as Jack the Ripper."
"Her Majesty? Jack the Ripper? You sound like you've stepped out of the pages of a novel set in Victorian England. This is the 21st century, bub."
"Good Heavens! Where are we, Proffie?"
"I couldn't say for certain, sir, but it looks like we might have made a temporal journey."
"By Jove! Are you saying that we might have travelled in time?"
"Precisely, sir. Forward in time"
And thus begins the saga of Mr. Foplin, the English gent in her Majesty's Secret Service and Proffie, his valet. They are explorers extraordinaire seeking out the stupefying and mind-bogglingly astounding secrets of the Unknown.
And now, they face their greatest battle...
The mystical perils of the 21st century.
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posted by foogarky @ 11:57 AM,
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The Author
foogarky
foogarky is the pseudonym of the fictional construct who battles for supremacy with other constructed personas in the mind of a crazed individual. He describes himself as a man living in a non descript house in Rio De Janiero, Brazil with two dogs and a parakeet.
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