There's something vaguely satisfying about owning a Google topic. So it was with some pride that I discovered I own Bowie Poag. Poag, for those not familiar with his exploits, could not possibly be real. I am convinced he is the creation of a cabal of giggling free software hackers who cook up his latest exploits and unleash them on the world.

Zach Beane has chronicled Bowie's travels through the on line world on the Bowie J. Poag timeline, from Bowie's early banishment from from the Amiga network through his recent visits to GNOMEland last fall, where I made the acquaintence of his revolutionary ideas on rewindable desktops, wherein he insults his readers immediately, avoiding any polite conversation that might mistakenly encourage people to take him seriously.

It's a little embarassing, frankly, to have my one attempt at Poag humor at the top of the Google listings, an honor that rightly ought to belong instead to Zach's timeline. I hadn't seen it in a while, which is why I was Googling the esteemed Mr. Poag this afternoon, looking for amusement. Imagine my surprise.

(Updated 7/10 with the correct spelling of Zach's name - sorry Zach.)