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[active_apathy]

First thing first, the ad for Doctor Who with its mention of reality TV (yes, we here in Australia are horridly behind) gave me this mental image of a kind of Dalek Big Brother.

YOU ARE A HOUSEMATE! YOU MUST NOM-IN-ATE! NOM-IN-ATE! NO-MIN-ATE! EEE-VICT! EEE-VICT!

And now that that madness has passed, today's entry is mostly about something I've noticed. People seem to, in some ways, know me. At this point, you're probably thinking something like "that's odd because?" It's an interesting experience to have people be able to just say "Hey! You! You did this, and that, and I think that other thing, and I loved the ten things you can't do thingy!"

At this point, I should mention that I don't have much to respond to this with. There's always options like "And it's... um... you! With the head! And the... um... the eyes! And you... um... commented." It's an unusually awkward kind of thing, and makes me wonder how people who are really, genuinely famous would deal with it (beyond going to bonkers and retiring to high-walled mansions, I suppose). It may even be worse for them, since they tend to have bits like 'about the author' pages while my userinfo's still the blankest of canvases. This post was supposed to help fix it, and I may just get around to doing all that shortly-ish.

So, I put to you a question: What do you do when random folk seem to know all about you?

Comments

[mrpyro.livejournal.com]

It's a very good episode. I shall resist giving spoilers, despite how much I love talking Doctor Who.

I'd advise dealing with it the same way 'normal' celebrities deal with it: don't expect to know who these people are (they don't expect you to know them either); just say "Hi", and if they mention a specific thing you did, come up with some random statement about it (it was a lot of fun/it took me about 15 hours balh blah blah). My other suggestion would be to use it as a potential source of free drinks, but that only really works with face-to-face meetings, not Internet things.

The only time I've had to deal with similar circumstances was a few years ago when my then-girlfriend used to gossip about our sex-life with all of our mutual friends. There is nothing quite so horrifying as watching a group of girls sitting in the corner suddenly turn and stare at you with knowing expressions on their faces.

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

Spoilers pave the road to death, in these parts. Even when I've seen or read things, I'll usually just allude to bits and pieces in a way that the informed reader can comfortably understand.

Hmm... someone needs to invent a way of getting drinks over the Internet. I propose the Transmission of Cocktails Protocol/Intoxication Protocol suite.