(Editors note: I have a friend named Laurel who is obsessed with all things monkey related. She even writes a blog called Monkeys and Mountains, and I know that as soon as she sees the title of this post, she's going to rush over here to see any and all cute pictures of monkeys that I may have come across. I'd like to take this opportunity to say "Laurel, I'm sorry, but there are no pictures of real monkeys in this post.)
Have you ever typed in something into the Google search box and then just sat and wondered at some of the results that Google returned for you? For instance, let's say that you went and typed "surfing in Hawaii" into the search box. You'll probably get a few pages of links to websites that keep you up to date on where the waves are breaking and what level rider you should be if you want to be out on the ocean that day, but somewhere in the middle of all those results will be a link to a page titled "How to dissect a Bahamian Sea Turtle during a nationwide power shortage". If you're anything like me, you'll forget that you were interested in surfing in Hawaii and click through to the Sea Turtle post because, let's face it, that's the kind of knowledge that you really have a use for.
I used to think that the strange result was just an oddity exclusive to Google, but then yesterday I found myself in need of a picture of a monkey. I was going to Google it until I realized that "Hey, we're travelers, and we've been to plenty of zoos. I certainly have a picture of a monkey somewhere on this computer!"
I wonder if that's what Google thinks too?
Here's what came up when I decided to search my own computer for pictures of a monkey:
Technically, there is a monkey in this picture, so this seems like a valid result. Still, not quite what I was looking for. Next!
I guess an inflatable monkey head still belongs in the search results, but it's not going to help me with my quest. Next!
This one I kind of expected, since my girls used to love playing on the monkey bars. There was also a picture of me hanging upside down on the monkey bars, but it wasn't really suitable for publishing on a family blog.
This one baffled me for a couple of minutes, until my wife reminded me that the girls had named one of the barn cats "Monkey". I can be forgiven for not cluing in, since most of the cats were named for their color, giving rise to such politically correct statements as "Whitey and Blacky are fighting again!"
Wait....what? Did the tiger eat the monkey?
And finally, because I can't spell.....
At this point, I gave up. I'm going to Laurel's blog to see if she has a picture of a monkey that I can borrow. Google, you are forgiven for all your bizarre search results.
This post is a part of Photo Friday at Delicious Baby and Friday Daydreamin at R We There Yet Mom. If you didn't get here from one of those sites, you should really go check them out. There's people there who probably don't label pictures of tigers as "Monkey in the zoo". Of course, I don't know how they find pictures of tigers then.
Written by Steve Pratt