I’ve read lots of places where people have worrited and fretted about how much information is available online. It is a veritable stalkers’ paradise at times.
Last night, while on the phone with someone who was in a location I’ve never been, I could pull up Google maps and street views and satellite images and do a time-delayed stalk.
I also discovered that anyone who cares to know can read up about my house, though the auditor’s office says I have four bedrooms (it’s three) and a finished basement (it’s not). It was strange to find out how many square feet I have by looking it up online. I begin to think there will eventually be a Wikipedia page for every one of us, and we’ll learn to consult it to find out what we did last Tuesday* and how we feel about Mark McGwire**.
We have so much information and so little privacy, but I’m willing to trade some of the latter for some of the former. I just hope I never get cameras in here. This amount of dorkiness is catching once seen.
* Very little.
** Very little.
I’m grateful that Google hasn’t seen fit to send anyone past my house with cameras yet. It would be my luck that it would be the week the lawnmower wasn’t working, or the day one of the neighbors’ dogs decided to spread the contents of my trash can across the lawn. Wouldn’t that just be a lovely picture to have spread around the internet?
To address your post title, I always liked “Prime Time” better (creep-tastic video and all). 🙂
Mary, I think Google got a pic of my house when it was under siege by a very aggressive vine. Eek.
V, that one’s not ringing a bell, which means I’ll have to look it up on youtube and, obviously, blame you if it doesn’t go well!