Ok after some mucking about, my secret identity is back :) I know I'm way too easily amused. I should remove the previous post to erase my error, but well I'll leave it, it will get buried under all of my words mwaaahaaahaaahaaaa.
Also, the dead rabbit is off the porch, well just in case you are wondering.
Showing posts with label Secret Identity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Secret Identity. Show all posts
11/8/11
Secret Identity Woes
Oh that just bites! So I think I'm being sneaky. I think you won't know me, but who am I kidding? I'm new to the disguise thing. Here's the thing. You are not my first. Well I mean this blog isn't my first and I wasn't stealthy enough to create a brand NEW blogger account and well, when I named myself "I *might* be your neighbor but probably not" guess what?
Yes I knew you were smart. Yay! I have smart readers. (ok maybe you missed that one, its ok. It makes me feel better really because I missed this too).
It changed all of my blogs to that. OOPS. Now to be fair I don't actively blog some of them now and that is how it took me 24 hours to figure this out but I'm attached to them and I like to leave them as they were.
So my Stealth stat gets a -1 hit and you get to know the first letter of my real name. The best compromise I can figure out without destroying this baby blog and starting again.
So yes, my name starts with S... maybe its S for somebody. Could be Samantha, Sara, Sharon, Sicily (oh I suppose that is Cicily, so its probably not that. Unless I'm REALLY stealthy....what do you think?)...
Well even Clark Kent shoes his hair right? My catwoman isn't out of the bag yet is it? I stood behind you today and you didn't even notice, I'm sure it was you. You didn't know me though. I think we are safe.
Yes I knew you were smart. Yay! I have smart readers. (ok maybe you missed that one, its ok. It makes me feel better really because I missed this too).
It changed all of my blogs to that. OOPS. Now to be fair I don't actively blog some of them now and that is how it took me 24 hours to figure this out but I'm attached to them and I like to leave them as they were.
So my Stealth stat gets a -1 hit and you get to know the first letter of my real name. The best compromise I can figure out without destroying this baby blog and starting again.
So yes, my name starts with S... maybe its S for somebody. Could be Samantha, Sara, Sharon, Sicily (oh I suppose that is Cicily, so its probably not that. Unless I'm REALLY stealthy....what do you think?)...
Well even Clark Kent shoes his hair right? My catwoman isn't out of the bag yet is it? I stood behind you today and you didn't even notice, I'm sure it was you. You didn't know me though. I think we are safe.
24
No, not the TV show. That is definately cool, ok awesome (if I could jazz up this blog with the little beep beep beep beeeepbeepbepbepbep thing of 24 that might make it more exciting, right? Ok, I know, not really. If you are at work you'd hate me just like I hate when other people have sound on their pages and suddenly FEEELINGS NOTHING MORE THAN FEEELINGS is blaring through the speaker and I'm scrambling to close the page and pretend nothing happened.
Oh come on, you know it happens.
Anyway so I wake up this morning and get some coffee made and sit down and discover, this site has stats (I left it open all night and there is a pretty graph and world map no less!).
My geography is terrible but I think I know which countries my two visitors are from...which means I know one of you ("HI") and the other of you is a mysterious visitor (ohhhh ahhhh). Maybe you've never had a blog but feeling like No One was going to be your biggest fan is a scary proposition, but I got over that hump pretty fast and I'm super excited for like 5 minutes after which time it occurs to me that maybe I'm boring after all. Maybe the one visitor who doesn't already know how strange I am, accidentally found me, didn't like me and ran away...
So instead of worrying about that now, I raise my coffee mug to the world map "may you turn green soon"
And, well if you visit, tell a friend or something....or tell me this blog stinks if you must. otherwise I might start trying to make echoes to listen to myself talk.
Oh come on, you know it happens.
Anyway so I wake up this morning and get some coffee made and sit down and discover, this site has stats (I left it open all night and there is a pretty graph and world map no less!).
My geography is terrible but I think I know which countries my two visitors are from...which means I know one of you ("HI") and the other of you is a mysterious visitor (ohhhh ahhhh). Maybe you've never had a blog but feeling like No One was going to be your biggest fan is a scary proposition, but I got over that hump pretty fast and I'm super excited for like 5 minutes after which time it occurs to me that maybe I'm boring after all. Maybe the one visitor who doesn't already know how strange I am, accidentally found me, didn't like me and ran away...
So instead of worrying about that now, I raise my coffee mug to the world map "may you turn green soon"
And, well if you visit, tell a friend or something....or tell me this blog stinks if you must. otherwise I might start trying to make echoes to listen to myself talk.
11/7/11
Who IS this masked blogger anyway...
heh, well that is the point really isn't it? I *might* be your neighbor, but I'm probably not. I'm just a girl, I'm not sure if you'd say I was ordinary or disordinary (extraordinary I am not) but also, well, I'm not going to tell you. In this blog I will reserve the right to protect my identity with small changes. After all, I can't be a superhero without a disguise, right? So with that regard, keep in mind I am not going to tell you what time zone I am actually posting from (I only wish I were in Italy), my 'real' dayjob, or anything else because well I live next door and you see me everyday anyway at the grocery store or somewhere else. You just never really considered that I might be this weird girl and why should I break your illusion of comfort now?
And in any case, we are all bonkers, at least the best of us are. So I will make it a habit of continuing to believe in at least 6 impossible things before breakfast.
And in any case, we are all bonkers, at least the best of us are. So I will make it a habit of continuing to believe in at least 6 impossible things before breakfast.
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