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Some time over the Summer of 2010, some dude in Connecticut who has the same name as me cut off his arm after getting it stuck in a furnace. At first, it was the start of some sort of black comedy among my friends and family.

I got calls trying to make sure that I wasn’t making an unannounced visit to the East Coast only to work on some sort of technology I don’t have any business working on. It got really interesting when I started getting calls and emails for an interview.

Sure, I’ll meet you for an interview, but it probably won’t be about anything you want it to be.

Anyway, this was fun for a while, but then I noticed that on Google, my page rank started disappearing. Now, most people try to find ways to remove themselves from the social world, but my name is attached to what I do for a living. Slipping into obscurity because this guy was more popular was starting to get on my nerves. The problem was, this was my fault.

A few years ago, I decided to make my online portfolio static. For those of you who don’t know, a static web site is one of those antiquated sites where users still actually upload most of their pages to their servers. I enjoyed a decent page rank for years and never had to worry about anything. Aside from potential employers, I was certain my parents were the only ones looking at the site. This was fine with me. I had found a nifty way to easily update my photographs without the need to re-upload everything, so this was smooth sailing for me.

And then this guy happens. I feel bad for him, I do. I mean, I’m not upset that when my hand got smashed under a rock in 1996 there was barely anything in the news. I’m not bitter. But now I’m worried that someday a potential client will look at my static web site and decide that he doesn’t need to figure out the ADA requirements about hiring a designer with one arm. I mean, I’m not Rick Allen, you know. This is scary.