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"How Famous Are You?" Website
This week you're at around the 40 millionth most fameulous person on Earth, one place above the drummer for the 1960s band Iron Butterfly and one below the guy who invented the door stop. | |
Webpage using internet stuff to see how you compare on
the
fame chart that week.
You could use complicated search algorithms or just
make
stuff up.
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But... how to make it work? I mean, if I search my
realworld name, it comes up with - oh, hang on, it comes up
with Me (which is a nice surprise). But it also comes up
with an Australian-rules football player. |
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If I happened to have been born "Clive James", any fame of
my own would be completely overshadowed by that of The
Real Clive James. |
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In other words, how would you algorithmically distinguish
people who share the same name? |
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Maybe it's time for all humans to be given UHIs (unique
human identifiers) at birth, and for all information on them
to be tagged with that UHI. Your UHI could be a random 20-
character alphanumeric string (very unlikely to be shared by
anyone else), or it could be a centrally-generated serial
number (guaranteed to be unique). |
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I'm sure China's working on that. I've purchased
those DNA ancestory kits so my actual genetic
makeup information is sitting in a server
somewhere "owned" by a company and no doubt
completely for sale. |
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As far as the idea, Facebook or any of the social
media networks could probably
do something with this. |
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You'd have to specify that you couldn't raise your
rank
by committing crimes though. |
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I'm trying to express less ego, not more. But I'm drawn to this
just for the numbers. |
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As far as metrics, the easiest is how many times
your
name is searched, but of course as Max said, they
might
be looking for Bob Jones the tap dancer, not Bob
Jones
the boxer. |
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Also most famous among which group? Voltaire the
French
philosopher or Voltaire the rapper would cause the
people
putting this together to get a headache. |
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Hmm. Voltaire. That's a cool rapper name. Dibs. |
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Voltaire totally rocks... |
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Why on Earth would anyone "want" to be famous? |
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Seriously.
I've always wondered.
I've been completely anonymous my entire life but seventeen days in the Philippines where there was no direction I could look without seeing somebody else meet my eyes set my stage fright off something fierce. |
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They have incredibly strict laws about smoking over there and although I smoke moderately... I still had to learn how to be invisible all over again like when I was a kid and walk between-the-looking to have a smoke without either they, (my wife and her folks)... or any of the other 109,000,000 inhabitants noticing.
That shit's not easy folks... just sayin. |
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Smoking pot however has no physical withdrawal whatsoever which is a very good thing when visiting a foreign country with different laws or I'd have been totally screwed long before now.
Nicotine on the other hand... not so much. Vile stuff.
Just so you know. |
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I also am Max, but more famous than the other
Max. |
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I guess the real question we all could ask is: Am I
the most famous me? |
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I'm really 8th. Ha and you all thought I was sweet and loved
cats. hahaha Kaaaabooommm there goes your world. Hahaha |
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//Am I the most famous me?// Yes, but then Sturton would
win hands down over me. |
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</Obligatory movie quote> |
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I'd like to see the modern version of that where Spartacus
begins to stand up and everybody points to him and says
"There he is, that's Spartacus! He made us do it!". |
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Or they could stand up one by one, point and say "HE'S
SPARTACUS!". |
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//I'm really 8th.// In that case, [bliss], could we ask for the
return of our second-best potted fern irrigator, and perhaps
also the bath taps from the north-east guest suite? |
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... said Maxwell "I only wanted one as a souvenir" Buchanan, looking round at his brother Sturton, he of the suspiciously bulging pockets and ever-busy folding bicycle-repair multitool, and The Intercalary, a name synonymous with petty pilfering wherever groups of disconsolate insurance underwriters gather together to drown their sorrows ... |
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