Do you Google yourself?

I have a very unique name and the only entries are stories I have done for the web as well as the results of an online CART racing pool I was in years ago. No photos.

My middle brother is a British politician and rugby star.

My son shows up in one entry, when he was listed in the roster in the local paper when his team won the city t-ball title last year.

 

There evidently was a soccer star at my hometown high school in recent years who shared my name. It's also my father's name, so good ol' MHS had a star in the car club in the 1960's and a soccer stud in the 2000's with the same name.

And yes, I also Google my name to monitor blog activity related to things I've written.

 

I'm apparently a computer genius. a student at three different universities, and a guy who did voices for animated productions back in the day.

I was on the swim team in college, and have been a musician and a college basketball coach.

Aw, real life is so boring by comparison.

 

I have as close to a Google-proof name as anybody.

Although when readers want to tell me what a dick I am, they are amazingly skilled at using Google to figure out how to find my email address.

 

Only in the shower.

 

Mostly I only find results that are actually me, but a couple of them are for some woman who works at some company.

I e-mailed her once, but she never responded.

I was sad.

 

Once a night. Sometimes twice.

 

Google says I'm a sheriff in a northern state, but I also got arrested on drug charges in a western state because of my own dumbassery.

 

I'm an accomplished marathoner out West. Also a fitness trainer. Trust me; the irony is overwhelming. And since either of my names could be a first or last name, I get a lot of reversals in there, too. ... But pre-Google, I discovered several years ago that I share a name with a columnist who writes about international issues at a major paper. He's definitely had cooler travel destinations for work than I have.

 

And this is news? Kidding!

 

Sorry, Google doesn't know enough about hejira henry yet.

but ... when I put my real name in, this is one of the lines I get:

(hejira henry) is one of those men who doesn't cry.

 

I'm a "tarot master," a house painter in New Zealand, a massage therapist in Australia, a rugby player in England, and I've just had my sentence overturned in Wales.