Titles are the work of the <lj-DEVIL>!

[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?

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[eighthcloud.livejournal.com]

Well. Mostly the only people who know me around LJ are people that know Willow from [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com], so they're like, "Aw, OMG I love your icon! Your cat makes me so happy!" and I'm all, "... and you are?"

Take this for example. I don't know her. But she seems to know quite a bit about my icons/kitty.

It's okay though, I usually just smile, nod, acknowledge that my cat will one day own the universe, and get on with it.

It's different for you though. People assume that since your journal is open to the public and they're able to read it that you must be this terribly open person who loves to just prance around with your Life Book wide open. I know that's not true. People can lurk here, which gives them a sense of... oh, I dunno... security? Yes, security. They can know "all about you" and pounce in random places and totally blindside you with information about yourself, yet you're stuck with the generic "Oh, hello. You know me? And I know you? Great."

And now I'm rambling.

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

She does indeed. Your icons do say she's your kitty, though. And a stalker, and a Destroyer of Worlds, and a few other things.

I'll start building the Temple of Willow soon-ish. The foundation cushion's ready to go, and the project's bound to be pretty easy from there.

I like your rambling. :)

[eighthcloud.livejournal.com]

Temple of Willow? eh?

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

It'll probably look like a big stack of soft cushions, far from windows, and be waiting for when she takes over the universe.

[eighthcloud.livejournal.com]

Ah, yes. I see. I thought you meant something on LJ.

Me? Obsessed? No...

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

Of course not! Because that'd mean that I'm obssessed too, and that's an implication that... um... well... we're not obssessed. I think.Or not.

[eighthcloud.livejournal.com]

I do not obsess.

I love.

What's with the restraining order? I don't know either.