Blogcoven

My colleague’s response to this quote, which is not for the faint-hearted researcher. It contains no profanity, but you might swear after you have read it.
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I hear this phrase with surprising frequency, leaving me with the conclusion that I have extremely ordinary genes. So many people seem to have a cousin who looks a lot like me that when someone says, “Do I know you?” I assume they too have a forgotten cousin with long hair, big eyes, and glasses. The most notable (and ludicrous) example happened while I was travel(l)ing in Italy for the first time, wandering through a statue garden at dusk, and ended up having a conversation in a confused mix of phrasebook Italian and pidgin French with a man who swore he’d seen me before.

This weekend at GenCon, no fewer than seven people gave me the now instantly recognizable wide-eyed look and said, “You look so familiar,” including one man dressed impressively in a feathered hat and full-length cloak who was too busy looking impressive to stop walking and talk to me beyond that sentence. I didn’t expect any of those people to actually know me. Continued →

The Cobweb is like some sort of anti-blog. For a start, entries sprawl in their tone and topic. We’re each always talking across each other. Last time I spoke to Xaosseed, we were musing the fact that his real name comes out pretty cleanly, without reference to this place, or his other adventures in blogging (not even the HP/League slash-fiction crossover site he has*)

What is interesting is that we do do well on some topics. This month, our top search has been for the Nigerian Embassy in Dublin, for which we have received several hits to said HP-fan’s entry about €40 well(?) spent.

All sorts of weird crap appears when I google my own name, so I think I will probably spend more time explaining which ones aren’t me than accounting for what I have written, if the Tavrchedl’ ever take me in for an interview.

(*Ok I probably made that up)

I read a letter to one of the news papers recently that went along the lines of “so, can we expect all the people who marched against war in Iraq to hit the streets in protest against the war in Georgia?”

And if not, why not?

I can’t remember what the meat of this evenings argument has been, I’ve drunk rather too much of the fine ales that Aberdeen has to offer and have .. possibly missed the points on some of the counter arguments but I remember that the evening ended on me arguing that one should try to live forever, or at least not accept that say 80 years was ‘it’ and thank you good night after that. Continued →