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?

Comments

[palmer-kun.livejournal.com]

*grins* Thank you milady.

*bows so deep he falls over and smacks his nose*

Ow...

I was pretty sure by now... it was friending me back that basically confirmed it for me, since you had taken your time in doing so. I figured if you didn't like me, you wouldn't have done that after waiting so long.

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

Even pretty sure is less than certain.

And no smacking your nose on the Internet. It makef people type thingf fuddy.

[palmer-kun.livejournal.com]

I've learned to live without absolute certainty in my life, especially in regards to interpersonal relationships.

All too often I've been assured of something being "absolutely certain" only to have it turn out to be anything but, and ultimately get burned by it.

If it was my nose that got smacked, why are you typing funny?

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

It comes with my powers of typing; I'm not Anne Rice, either.

[palmer-kun.livejournal.com]

If you were Anne Rice, you wouldn't be on my friends list, you'd be on my Mock List.

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

Oh, good. I do approve of mocking, but I don't think you need to be told that.

[palmer-kun.livejournal.com]

Considering you're one of my mocking idols, no. I don't think so.