For the longest time, this was the "best image ever" on images.google.com. That made me inherently at peace with the world. posted by machaus at 4:05 PM on October 18, 2002
I didn't know about google fighting:
Metafilter vs. Wil Wheaton = 161,000 vs. 48,600
Dell Boy vs. Gateway Cow = 349,000 vs. 49,800
Looks like we're sleeping w/Ben Curtis, and Wesley's got nothing but a bovine buddy.
Somewhat related to Googlefights is Google-as-spellchecker (this is less fun now that Google has its own "did you mean" feature, but it worked even before that was established):
But if you change the search, you get this. Which led to this. posted by pitchblende at 5:10 PM on October 18, 2002
I've played doctor at google a few times. posted by spotmeter at 6:33 PM on October 18, 2002
When bored last Christmas at the office we started a new images.google.com game. As we never really named it, I suppose I'll title is PeepingGoogle The basic rules were this:
1. any number of players pick a person's name - generally of the opposite sex but whatever you feel attracted to.
2. Turn off the safe search on images.google.com
3. Search for the name, just the name though - no additional words and see how many images you look at before you see someone nude. Just a portion fo the body if fine. It only has to be PG-13 skin or better.
4. Repeat as often as you need. Take note of names that have low google-porn rankings so you can win next time.
That was our game. It went on three times a day for the entire week between Christmas and New Years. posted by DragonBoy at 8:16 PM on October 18, 2002
Our very own (but mostly absent these days) jedwards and myself (with the help of some Swell Pals™) invented Google Instant Messaging some time ago - sending secret messages to blogfolk using Google searches (cunningly concocted to return your messagee's website) and referrer logs (the mechanism to receive and read the messages).
This guy has created a new poetic form: the search poem. The idea being that you type a phrase (the 'title' of the poem) into google and then make a poem from the results. The beauty of it is that you can either go defiantly anti-poem (ie. a solid block of text) or sculpt the poem (cut-up-style), discarding lines you dislike and rearranging at will.
posted by Shadowkeeper at 4:02 PM on October 18, 2002