There are apparently endless datamining services out there, and though Google is rather apt at hiding their activity from its own users, occasionally a new one will for a period register its access as true hits. As an outsider to the whole corporate bean-counting circle-jerk, this offers me a little glimpse into the shallow yet murky waters of their parasitism. The bullshit that bullshitters tell each other can sometimes paradoxically leak a bit of unintended truth.
For instance, the validity of my existence has recently come under scrutiny by the keyword-combing algorithms of a lovely new little nest of leeches. And though most of their nonsense is pretty standard, they did make one amusing Freudian slip.