Invisible companions
I have a few stalkers. Not real stalkers, just cyberstalkers. Maybe not even real cyberstalkers – just people who hate me and monitor my every online move and frequently blog or comment or tweet about how bad and stupid I am. One of them (that I know of) goes in for obscenity, but he talks that way about everyone and everything, so I don’t suppose he has many readers, especially not readers with any sense. Others just do stupid sneery stuff about new atheism and how pathetic it is that I’m saying whatever it is this time.
They’re all male, the ones I know about. Make of that what you will.
It’s odd having stalkers. It’s odd having people that worked up about One. It’s odd having people who after months or even years are still watching, still staring, still fuming, still blogging or commenting or tweeting.
(Mind you, I suppose C___s M____y could say the same thing about me. But C___s M____y has a much bigger public profile than I do – what C___s M____y says and writes has far more impact in the wider world. Furthermore, months go by when I don’t murmur a syllable about C___s M____y. My stalkers take much shorter breaks.)
Never mind. It’s Friday afternoon, and the people gutting the house 10 feet away from me across the alley will be leaving soon, and then I won’t be hearing them again until Monday morning; that will be pleasant.
Have a nice weekend, Stalkers! Well, a weekend, anyway. Have one. Have a weekend, and a rest, and maybe a chill pill.
I saw the heading for this post and thought you were going to talk about gods. I guess that would be imaginary invisible companions.
Yep!
Awww lame! We don’t get to know who your stalkers are? (Or do the regulars know who you are talking about?)
I’m a regular (I think), and I don’t know whom Ophelia is talking about.
I mean, there was obviously Wally Smith and his Orchestra of Socks, who fit the description in the post to a T, but they’ve been quiet for a while, AFAIK.
Josh Rosenau, I suppose. He’s taken some zh
Damn iPhone: He (Rosenau) has taken some shots.
Are you referring to Christ’s Monkey?
Christ had a pet monkey, you know. Most people don’t realize this.
I might as well come clean: I’m one of your stalkers. And quite honestly, judging from the GPS data and the video feed, you lead a pretty dull life. I mean, enough with the books and the cats already! I’m disappointed to say the least. I expected a lot more in the way of hedonism, debauchery, and gratuitous blasphemy from a shrill strident nasty eeeeviill Gnu. I shoulda stalked Greta Christina…
I read “gutting the house” as “gutting the horse” and had a bad moment.
Nah, I don’t mean Rosenau. The Stalkers are weirder than that. And no, I’m not going to say who they are! I could though [she added threateningly].
Moi?
Just cause I read without commenting on my few visits, no need to call in Teh Secrit Servis!
Hey, ChrisPer – long time no hear from. Good to see you.
No not you!
Does one of these stalkers share his surname with an infamous US senator?
Nah, McCarthy isn’t stalking me. He dislikes me, but he’s not stalking me.
He not only shares his surname with, he’s actually related to Mary McCarthy, which I resent because she was a brilliant writer.
@6, oh dat’s alright, we like animals on da band
bcoppola – that was witty and hilarious!
Well, you’re a published author. In Swedish even!
smirk
It’s not me, either, I swear! I’ve just been taking my sweet time to read that gaggle of posts you linked to from 2004 and 2006 re:Cliopatria. The comments and ideas from back then are golden, so I decided to do a little reverse blog post skimming to see what other gems I can find, like the one article on how being angry is a good and beneficial thing contrary to what many accommodationists and theists tend to think (especially the ones on HuffPo).
Hee! I never thought it was.