zesticle.com

So the new site is up, and as readers of the previous site are keenly aware of, with the new site comes a new name. A few years back, some very good friends of mine started calling me Zesty in reference to a Taco Bell commercial that was being run a lot, and that I often made fun of because of their disdain for it. I started using it as my player name in some online games, and it ended up sticking. When it came time to have a new name for my site, “zesty” seemed like a great choice. However, zesty.com was taken, so I had to improvise.

In an effort to maybe get a little more reader traffic to the site (and thusly make me feel like my efforts in putting it up are worthwhile) , I signed up this morning with Technorati, which is sort of like a Grand Central Station for blogs (see link in the menu). While completing my profile on that site, it asked me to provide a picture. Rather than post an actual picture of myself, which I’ve never actually done on this site, I decided to do a Google image search for “zesty” and just use something from that. Two interesting/disturbing things happened during the search.

1. In the newest version of Firefox, while typing a word into the search bar, it pulls down list of suggested search terms. When I typed “zesty” this is what I got:

   

   Zesty crab meat? THAT’S that the number one search recommendation? When people are doing a search with “zesty” in it, it most frequently is followed by the words “crab meat?” If you say so, Google. And don’t worry, I promise you’ll never see pictures of Zesty’s manayunk on this site.

2. There’s apparently a terrible webcomic called Zesty!. I guess I’m kind of a comic snob, because I think the vast majority of them suck these days. When I read the comics from the Sunday paper, it takes me about thirty seconds. I read Dilbert, Fox Trot, and Speed Bump, and I don’t even think the last one is funny. That’s it. Six pages of comics, and I read three of them. This is the cover of a recently published collection:

   

   The blonde girl with the eyes big enough for her to fit her fist inside of is Zesty. I suppose I have no business calling a comic terrible, especially if anyone remembers the ones I drew a year or so ago, but come on. I don’t want people trying to Google me (a longshot, I know) and stumbling upon that crap. It’s quite possibly worse than Family Circus, and that’s really saying something.

In unrelated news, I finally finished Bark At The Moon on Expert in Guitar Hero last night. All that remains is Cowboys From Hell, which I recently completed 97% of before snatching defeat from the jaws of victory.