I like to think I'm blogging anonymously. I've given everyone in my family pseudonyms and don't post pictures that often (twice in two years). And I've always said that if someone I knew found about this site, I'd kill it.
Well, I thought that happened on Friday night.
I logged on to check the comments on my contest and found the following:
I would say one and six are false. I have seen you, you don't look like CC, your hair isn't blond.
It was signed Anonymous. The I have seen you part freaked me out. So I checked my referrer stats and found that the commenter lived in my state (yeah, it was kind of like, "The phone call is coming from inside the house!").
Even though it was from a town on the other side of the state, I lost it. It was a big ISP and IP addresses don't always resolve correctly. But it was coming from my state and that was all I needed to know.
So I panicked. I told Ella, "It's dead. I'm deleting everything. Now!"
Ella replied, "Chill out."
So I took a few deep breaths. I do know a fellow blogger in that town, but I knew she would never sign her comment anonymously, so I figured it couldn't be her. But since I was planning on doing something drastic, I emailed her.
And it was her.
So thanks, Arwen. It's bad enough your Sox won the Series, but did you have to go and give me a heart attack too?
Song of the day
You should know the drill by now. Take it away, SciFi Dad!At my high school, pretty much everyone was into the grunge scene in the early 90s. The jocks had their Pearl Jam, the headbangers had their Soundgarden, and the imitators loved Nirvana. Sure, some fringe kids had Mudhoney or Mother Love Bone, but most were into one of "the big three". Me? Neither jock nor headbanger, and certainly no follower. I was a musician, so I listened for different things, subtle things. I gravitated to Screaming Trees, in part because his voice was lower (and thus closer to my range to sing along) and also because the feel of the music was appealing.
Song of the day: Witness by Screaming Trees
