I’m not about to blog about the brains behind Google because that will be one might boring post but more so how Google is used as a brain for people, like myself, who aren’t so clever and can’t always text AQA or the 118 atheletes with their quesitons.
I’ve always like the idea of a good old Pub Quiz. I’ve only been to one though and that was in my first year at uni when phones could only call and text and only the very high tech could send and receive photos and go online. Anyways, my team won that quiz and we all got a share of £12 each from the prize money. We won though cos we texted people who were at their laptops and able to go on Google or Yahoo (remember them?!) and find us answers. These days people use their phones to go straight to Google and cut out the middle man.
I use Google on an almost daily basis (usually to check my emails on gmail) but also between 2:10 and 2:40pm on weekdays, if I’m at home to find some useless theatre knowledge to help me answer some sometimes obscure and near impossbile-without-Google questions posted by @WestEndUpdates. They’re a company who specialise in see and stay theatre breaks in London and have a presence with theatre peeps on twitter due to their blogs, offers and now most notably their quiz which after being a twitter hit for the last few months is going to physialise (if thats a word, maybe I should put sic after that?!) into a real life pub quiz kinda thing in good ol’ Landan town.
Do I feel guilty when I Google for an answer? Do I feel as though I’m cheating? Not really. Not with the twitter quiz anyways. Its not as though I’m seriously competing for a prize of money. Back to that pub quiz though, that £12 I won… was that ‘sinful’ money? Again, I don’t think so. I can’t have been the only person in that pub texting away trying to find out the names of Donald Duck’s nephews. Its not as though I was having a coughing fit everytime a friend got an answer wrong on Who Wants to be a Millionaire now was it?!
Ultimatly I was being innovative… but when does that cross the line of cheating?
