03.17
Right?!
Muammar Gaddafi and Disney’s Prince John are the same person. Both are ruling their lands. Both are hated by their own people. Both have sweet hats…
Muammar Gaddafi and Disney’s Prince John are the same person. Both are ruling their lands. Both are hated by their own people. Both have sweet hats…
Yesterday, I posted about how searching my name, Dominic Gazzuolo, produced results in the Google Images section for Georgia sex offenders. At the end of my post I encouraged the thousands of my readers…ahem…to go ahead and search my name so they could be treated to the wonder which is several pages of Georgia sex offender mug-shots.
That was yesterday.
As of this morning, the emotionless mugs of many a molester and offender were still coming up under my name in Google Images, yet by this afternoon something strange happened: my name no-longer produced the faces of the damned. This can only mean one or 4 things.
Am I happy my name is no-longer associated with sex offenders? A little bit, yeah. But admittedly there is a part of me which was beginning to own the situation. When I was associated with Georgia sex offenders I was a somebody. Now, I’m just a regular guy who gets on sex lists just like the rest of the world…by signing up for porn newsletters. Because that’s why people sign-up on porn sites…the newsletters.
While doing some soul searching and self-exploration I decided to also see what the outside world thought of me. My friends and family seemed to still have me in their favor, yet unfortunately the great power and all knowing entity of this existence seems to have a very different take on who I am.
Like Neo being taken to the Oracle for consultation in the Matrix, I to had to go to Google to find out who I was. “Dominic Gazzuolo” I typed into the all-knowing machine. Without submitting a quarter or asking a question, Google knew what I wanted: Who am I?
Rather than view the webpage results in Google, I went straight to Google “Images” because as the saying goes, “a picture is worth a thousand words.” (Strangely enough, if you begin to type the saying “a picture…” Google will suggest “a picture that cost a mother her baby.” You know…that ol’ search.)

Ah ha! Just as I thought may happen! The first image of me is a picture of myself looking nerdy. It is the picture of me at a Tim Sale artist signing which is at a comic book shop. The charity event helped raise money for old comic book creators who need some extra financial support. The image basically says that I am nerdy, into art and a charitable guy. There you have it. The wise Google nailed who I was as a…wait a tick…
As with any “Images” page on Google there are many pictures and thus, many stories. The next 20 or so images were all just random pictures, but then as I scrolled down I noticed something very odd. Under the keyword “Dominic Gazzuolo” in Google “Images” there are a ton of head-shots of guys.
At first I just thought it was a row or two, but then I noticed that the more I scrolled the more faces of random dudes showed up under my name. Dare I scroll over some of the male faces which emotionless stare through my computer screen? I must! They saturate my name! I must know why!
All of the head-shots are actually mug shots of Georgia sex offenders. Some how my first and last name combination brings up this particular state’s list of sex offenders. Little did my parents know, when they created Dominic Gazzuolo they apparently created the perfect name for a sex offender in Georgia. I will say, as sex offending goes, Georgia is the state for peaches…
Dirty bad jokes aside…wtf?! I looked up names for Georgia sex offenders and there happen to be 3 named Dominic and 1 with the last name Gazzuolo. For some messed-up reason, when 3 Dominic’s and 1 Gazzuolo’s sex offending rings are combined it becomes one fucked-up Captain Georgia Sex Offending Planet.
After some laughing about it, because what could I really do, I started to wonder:
At this point, please proceed to Google.com and search “Dominic Gazzuolo” in the images and scroll down.
I’m not angry. Cleveland was given the gift of LeBron James when he was received as the first pick in a draft of superstars. Cleveland was made relevant by LeBron and his basketball skills when Cleveland’s other top sport teams (the Browns and Indians) remained dismal and disappointing. With what James was given to work with over the years, he did quite well. For crying out loud, James took the Cavs to the Finals (and then got swept) with a team that included a starter named “Boobie” and another named Sasha. As a huge Cleveland fan, I am not angry. I am thankful. But this week isn’t about me…it’s about King James.
As of late Wednesday night, the news indications are that James will be joining Chris Bosh and Dwyane Wade in Miami. So how will this affect James and the perception fans have of him? Let’s break it down.

In the end, James has a tough decision. An athlete “plays to win the game”, but is there something to be said about the honor of how the game is played in regards to commitment and loyalty? James wasn’t blessed with amazing secondary players like Magic, Byrd, Kobe and even Jordan were, and James now has a chance to make his own luck in the same way Kevin Garnet and Ray Allen did some years ago. I wouldn’t blame him for doing so. Plus, James is young. What person from Cleveland doesn’t dream of living in Florida or California? I mean come on! It’s Ohio! I love Ohio, but there is a reason the movie stars have homes in the states with the best all around weather and beautiful beaches. They’re just more comfortable and fun.
What will James do?
I believe there are plenty of athletes who are judged by how many Championships they have won, but there are very few that are judged by a higher standard, a standard beyond sports. If James believes in this maybe he’ll throw the curve-ball every Cleveland fan hopes he will and stay in Cleveland…and also sign with the Tribe. They need some a pitcher with a curve-ball.
With Peyton Manning being in his second Super Bowl, people started talking about the greatest quarterbacks, and football players, of all time. When getting into a “who’s the greatest” argument there are always a couple of factors you must deal with.
When analyzing these three categories, you would hope they are all weighted and took into consideration amongst debaters. Unfortunately, when amongst friends, in informal settings, the only area of concern is the source. Anytime you throw out a players name in a discussion your friends will recognize that the player is on your team’s roster (or former roster) and immediately mock and harass you for being a homer. You are nothing more than a big fan (now the picture makes sense…kind of).
“They have the best winning percentage ever guys!”
“What team again? Lakers? Get out of here with that! ‘Oh I love the Lakers’…nice purple colors Lady Tron.”
Owned.
It doesn’t have to make sense when in friend rebuttal form, it just has to mock you and belittle you as a person in some way. That’s what friends do. Your claims may be sound, backed up with data, and clear to most paid analysts on ESPN, but to your friends, you are nothing but a home team lemming.
There is only one solution to the problem of friend discrediting: kill your friends. After you get out of prison on good behavior and extra help in the library where you find books which guide you to the practices of piece and Muhammad, you can also try faking your team allegiance. This can be quite difficult and at times, extremely painful; but if pulled off correctly, faking your fandom can be very rewarding.
The key step to faking your fan allegiance is finding the right time to make the conversion. Going off to college is often used for education, but for a true fan, this time is used to convert the seeds of jerseys and website bookmarks to grow your fake fandom. If you go into a new group of friends displaying a different team allegiance your future arguments for a player on another team look quite strong.
“I have to say, for as long as I have known Lamarcus he has been a die hard Pittsburgh fan. For him to say Otto Graham and Jim Brown are the greatest ever says a lot. I believe him.” (Actual recreated response…maybe.)
Only a true fan can root for the rival team for years on end just to make their point stand up in an arena of their peers.
I flipped the Marvel calender to February today when I got into work and things just got weird. Ms. Marvel spread with her arms to her side gesturing, “do you like what I’ve got going on down here?”
Co-workers have done a double take a couple of times. It is kind of funny. I will start talking to someone and they are just checking out my calender and thinking “This guy’s a creep: checking out half naked comic chicks.”

After a day of looking at this, along with many office walker-byers, I decided to make Ms. Marvel a nice poodle skirt.
