Wisteria wrote:It's kind of funny that my identity has stayed so . . . undisturbed since I've been sorely tempted to blow it recently in order to brag about a relative on BYU campus. But I don't care enough to actually blow my cover.
I saw the poster of that relative when I visited BYU campus a couple weeks ago (at least, if we're talking about the same thing). I pointed it out to my family. They thought it was cool, I guess, that I have such connections.
Guys, I've never done a thing with any of the identities I've figured out (except ... that one time when I blew it by telling all of them that I knew who they were). Does that make me a stalker or a creeper? Or just a researcher?
The part where you've figured out _everyone_ qualifies you as a stalker.
Giovanni Schwartz wrote:
I'm curious, though: how come everyone can get on facebook, and right away say "oh, that's Gio!" Is it because I'm not friends with enough writers or something?
Knew your first name from a comment you left on Katya's blog. And you said you were facebook friends with TBS and krebscout, so I just looked at their friend lists.
Why would not being friends with a lot of writers make you easier to find?
I dunno... Mayhaps writers are friends with lots of writers, so if you looked at someone and they were only friends with a couple writers, then you would know they were a reader.
Wisteria wrote:Whoa, there, Bob, when you say "we had a fire" who is the "we" in question? Although this already sounds like a twist on Edgar Allen Poe . . .
Sorry I didn't get to this for a very long time (or it seems so because y'all talked a lot in the meantime). There's this guy, you see, who keeps insisting that I hang out with him. It's putting a serious crimp on my life. Can't get anything done.
Anyway. "We" meant "it happened in a neighborhood only about a mile from my house."
The Epistler was quite honestly knocked on her ethereal behind by the sheer logic of this.
Yeah, I have never stalked or been stalked. But Fred knew my name. He was there at the Board booth when I came to pick up my t-shirt, and we introduced ourselves by 'nym when we met. But then they asked for my real name to pick up my t-shirt. A few others, as noted earlier, know my first name since it is part of my email. But hey, I honestly don't care. First person to make an comment on my blog gets a prize. Or at least a pat on the back. Virtually speaking.
I don't have to care because I am certain I don't know any of you in the real world, or know anyone that knows you.
42, I have never stalked you, nor do I know any information that will help me do so. Nor do I plan on stalking you (or anyone else).
But I will admit a mild curiosity as to whether or not we have any mutual friends. I've been going through a phase where my various friend worlds are colliding and it wouldn't surprise me if somehow you collided with, I dunno, someone I went to China with or something.
Giovanni Schwartz wrote:That's okay. My name is in there often enough, because you all swoon for me so often. Sorry I'm a premie so I'm out of play. ] =
That would be either preemie, or pre-mee. If you spell it that way, it makes me think of premio, which is Spanish for prize, which you definitely are not.
