<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Portal on ErrorZap</title><link>https://errorzap.com/tags/portal/</link><description>Recent content in Portal on ErrorZap</description><image><title>ErrorZap</title><url>https://errorzap.com/og.png</url><link>https://errorzap.com/og.png</link></image><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-US</language><copyright>ErrorZap</copyright><lastBuildDate>Sat, 26 Sep 2026 09:00:00 -0600</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://errorzap.com/tags/portal/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>90s Kid - Asking the Search Portal</title><link>https://errorzap.com/posts/90s-kid-ask-the-search-portal/</link><pubDate>Sat, 26 Sep 2026 09:00:00 -0600</pubDate><guid>https://errorzap.com/posts/90s-kid-ask-the-search-portal/</guid><description>You typed a full polite question into the internet and received twelve unrelated fan pages.</description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<figure class="ninety-hero"><div class="ninety-kicker">🔎 &nbsp; 90s KID //</div><div class="ninety-title">The Search Portal</div></figure>
<h2 id="the-polite-inquiry-that-returned-nothing-useful">The Polite Inquiry That Returned Nothing Useful</h2>
<p>It was 1996, and the modem screeched like a dying robot. We sat in the glow of the beige CRT, waiting for the Netscape Navigator to load its skeletal frames. The goal was simple: find out why my dog ate his tail. I didn&rsquo;t just type &ldquo;dog&rdquo; or &ldquo;tail.&rdquo; No, we were polite. We typed, &ldquo;What are some interesting facts about a dog eating its own tail?&rdquo; into the search box of our chosen portal.</p>
<p><img alt="A kid politely asks a grand librarian search portal one question and receives a wheelbarrow of unrelated 1990s web pages." loading="lazy" src="/posts/90s-kid-ask-the-search-portal/cartoon.jpg"></p>
<p><em>One-panel evidence: you typed a full polite question into the internet and received twelve unrelated fan pages.</em></p>
<p>We hit Enter with the reverence usually reserved for pressing play on a VHS tape before recording over it. The progress bar crawled. Then, the results loaded. They were beautiful, chaotic grids of links. But they were wrong. I clicked on &ldquo;The Blue Sky Fan Club.&rdquo; I clicked on &ldquo;Xena&rsquo;s Sword Collection.&rdquo; I clicked on &ldquo;Best Pizza in Ohio.&rdquo; Nothing about canines or gastrointestinal distress appeared in the top twelve hits.</p>
<p>We had treated the internet like a librarian who would understand nuance, but the internet was more like a chaotic library where everyone threw their books on the floor and hoped you&rsquo;d find what you wanted by kicking piles of paper until something popped up. We refreshed the page, hoping the magic words would align better if we just asked nicely again. They did not.</p>
<p>Here is what we thought: The search engine was broken because it didn&rsquo;t understand context. It needed us to be specific keywords, like &ldquo;dog&rdquo; and &ldquo;tail,&rdquo; rather than a full sentence. It needed us to shout the important nouns while ignoring the polite verbs. We believed that if we just typed enough words, the computer would finally grasp the concept of &ldquo;eating.&rdquo;</p>
<p>Here is what was really happening: Early search services combined crawled indexes, human-curated directories, portals, and query parsing far less capable than modern semantic search. The system wasn&rsquo;t listening to our sentence structure; it was scanning for exact matches of specific words within those indexes. If a page didn&rsquo;t contain the exact string &ldquo;eating&rdquo; alongside &ldquo;dog,&rdquo; it likely vanished from view. The parser treated our polite question as a bag of words, ignoring grammar or intent. We were searching for meaning in a system that only understood coincidence.</p>
<div class="highlight"><pre tabindex="0" style="color:#f8f8f2;background-color:#282a36;-moz-tab-size:4;-o-tab-size:4;tab-size:4;-webkit-text-size-adjust:none;"><code class="language-text" data-lang="text"><span style="display:flex;"><span>      .-&#34;&#34;-.
</span></span><span style="display:flex;"><span>     /  o   \
</span></span><span style="display:flex;"><span>    | (o) (o)|
</span></span><span style="display:flex;"><span>    |   &gt; &lt;  |
</span></span><span style="display:flex;"><span>     \  ___ /
</span></span><span style="display:flex;"><span>      &#39;-...-&#39;
</span></span><span style="display:flex;"><span>      /|   |\
</span></span><span style="display:flex;"><span>     (_|   |_)
</span></span></code></pre></div><p>We spent twenty minutes clicking through fan pages for &ldquo;O&rdquo; and &ldquo;Tail.&rdquo; Eventually, we found a page titled &ldquo;Dog Tail Facts&rdquo; because someone had accidentally linked it from a pizza site. We felt triumphant. We learned that dogs chase their tails when bored. It was not the deep philosophical answer we wanted, but it was something.</p>
<p>I still think if I ask nicely enough, the internet will eventually tell me why my dog ate his tail. He probably just liked the taste of himself.</p>
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