Google Review

Google, I love you.
Google, you know I'm not perfect, but you don't seem to notice my faults. In fact, you just keep offering me more and more goodies. Despite the lop-sided nature of our relationship (I give you "one unique visitor," you give me Earth) you appear content. My clutter never seems to get under your skin, although we all know you like plenty of nice, open white space.

I Worry a Little
How can you put up with all my questions, all my needs, and just keep on giving? Even though there's no justification for it, I worry you don't feel appreciated, and someday you'll just ... disappear. Or start flirting with big, flashy ads.

You're the best, babe.
Google, you're really the best at helping me find what I want or need: reference photos, Web sites, email, books, maps, groups, blogs, news, video (Hey, how 'BOUT that cat that plays piano?), products, patents. . . oh Google, I just don't always feel like I can measure up to you. I come to you all the time, on some days with what seems like 50 requests, and you never turn me away. I honestly would feel lost with you, and that scares me...

Google, have I told you I love you?
I do. I love your name, and I love it that you always dress up on holidays and special occasions; I think that's so cute! The fact that you'll translate into Klingon, Tulugu or Hacker is just so adorable, and my gosh, Google, you're so smart! Most of all, you really seem to be into me. You know just exactly what I want, before I even know I want it... Google, I love you.