Belgian? Born in 1981?
I googled myself today. Hadn’t done that in years. There were 6540 results, which is more than I would’ve expected … if I had any expectations at all, that is.
The number two hit on the results gave me the best laugh I’ve had in a while. It’s my entry page in the Encyclopedia of Science Fiction:
And that white stuff atop my head … it’s premature, because I’m actually in my early thirties?
Actually, the birth information contains an eerie germ of truth. Out of all the towns in Belgium, they put my birthplace as Roeselare–Roulers in French, because Belgian towns have a French and a Flemish name.
By a Twilight Zone coincidence, Roeselare is indeed where my family originated. I have many relatives there and in Bruges.
(Great movie, BTW–In Bruges, I mean. If you haven’t seen it you ought to, because it’s funny, it’s Colin Farrell’s best picture, and it shows lots and lots of Bruges. During the Renaissance, Bruges was the chief commercial city of the world, and it’s incredibly well preserved. Worth seeing!)
This just goes to prove, folks, that you can’t trust everything you read on the Internet. I hope I didn’t disillusion you.
How about you? Have you googled yourself and found anything interesting.
Thought du jour: “If science fiction is the mythology of modern technology, then its myth is tragic.” — Ursala K. Le Guin.