Yeah? Who's Asking?
I get e-mail (yes, if you poke around my profile you can find my e-mail address) from people who want to tell me something, but don’t want to post a comment on the blog. That’s fine, I welcome all comments however they come to me. I also get a lot mail from people who asks who I am. Another Blog thinks that I am a Canadian ex-patriot who lives on a boat, and I can see where that confusion would come from since when I started this blog I used a name that was a sort-of tribute to Hunter Thompson. There is another blog replier out there who use that name, so I dropped it…
I think there are fewer than 10 people who do know I am associated with this blog. It doesn’t matter who I am. I am “the Guy who writes this blog.”
It’s better not knowing. Think back to when the Mouth of the Columbia was doing his weekly restaurant review anonymously. He was shielded from people knowing who he was, and I think he was able to give a much better review of a restaurant that wasn’t trying to perform abnormally because they realized they had to because he might write about them. I like Richard Fensack, and I do appreciate his reviews, but they just aren’t the same as they used to be, back in the day before he came from behind the curtain.
I also remember listening to the radio a lot while I was growing up. I had a mental picture in my head of what Cousin Brucie, Jean Shepherd, Dan Ingrahm, and Don Imus looked like. The only person I wasn’t disappointed by seeing was Allison Steele. My mind developed a mental picture of the faces of the people on the radio. I enjoyed what was in my mind more than reality. Except Allison Steele was hotter than I could ever imagine.
While you question who I am, please remember I often ask myself who I am as well. I suppose this blog is fleshing me out a bit. Sometimes I even surprize myself with what I write.
So readers, if you enjoy the writing here, please add your own voice and face to it. It will be much more enjoyable to you. It doesn’t matter where the articles come from, once you read them, they belong to you. I’m not going to tell you who I am for now, unless you want to make a major cash contribution to my retirement fund, or want to give away a back-hoe with a bucket loader.
posted by The Guy Who Writes This at 5:52 AM
22 Comments:
Guy,
Its nice to see that we have the same priorities; heavy equipment/farm machinery.
Whenever I see a nice piece of equipment I tell my hubby how handy it would be to have one...yes, I admit I have tractor envy.
Love,
Anon
......and for all of the knuckleheads out there that think "gearhead" has something to do with mechanical inclination??!!
They must have missed the 70s.
Ever heard of B.T.O.?......
Love Anon, you will soon have truck envy as well if you continue on the path you are going down.
Gearhead, I know you are a Gearhead on so many levels, the trucks, the donor cycles, the tractor and impliments, the gate at your farm, the inventions... Don't trivialize yout gearheadedness with BTO.
Funny, I just realized that Love Anon,Gearhead and myself probably all read the auction ads in the Capital Press
religiously every week.
BTW Love, I have that stuff for you in the back of my truck. I'll be gone from 1-2pm.
Hi,
It really doesn't matter who you are, you write well!
Does this mean you are somebody famous? Until reading this entry, I just figured you were another nobody like most of us bloggers, and I really didn't care who you were. Now I probably won't sleep tonight for wondering.
Hmmm...
Is it just me? Or is this area, dried slamon county, all of it, have an unusual
culture of folks needing to know what other folks are up to?
Where someone lives, the exact street and house, there schedule, what they do for a living.
It is the darnde'st thing. My first experience with this was at a place I worked when I moved here in 1998. A co-worker was talking about so and so. Ask me if I knew him. I did'nt, nor did I care. How ever this coworker went on, telling me the street, color of the mailbox and " yeh, ok, he lives right there" he said, pointing his finger in the air.
I have had this same experience over and over. Have had people around here explain to me that they have litterally devoted an afternoon trying to find my house! Why do people need to know where I live? I have then experienced my phone number being given out to people I have barely said hello to and have had some stop by my place and ask for money, it's rediculus. How in the heck do they find out where I live and why do they care?
I appreciate your picture of "the theys" a while back. Funny, in my minds eye, I see that picture now and smile whenever I consider the theys.
So, This is an odd culture here with that. Needing to know other peoples business. I can get kinda mad about it. I do not understand.
Then there is the gossip/slandor part of the deal.
Back in school I was fortunate to have experienced the lesson of how information deteriorates when passed from person to person. In class we would do an exersise where five students were place out in the hall. Inside the class we were told a story. then one person was brought back in and one person from the class relayed the story to the person who had just been brought in from the hall. That person would then relay to the next person brought in and so on.
By the time the 5th. person came in, the story was completely different. These exersises wwhere remarkable.
So, I dont care with a passion!!
am getting off topic with the gossip/slandor comments.
Anyway, glad you brought it up, how some need to know a guys business. It bothers me.
Thank you Anonmyous.
No Donna, I am no one you would have ever heard of. Any local noterity I may have is never exposed here.
I agree portosan, this is nosiest place I've ever lived. During my first year here, I found out the names and histories of every AA chapter member here on the coast. Mind you I am not an alcoholic, nor am I a counselor. People just love to gossip. Back East AA was a big secret. I knew of no one in recovery.
Having moved here 19 years ago this month, I am still amazed by the amount of people I still don't know and haven't met. Generally the people I have met in those years have been good with little exception.
I don't care to get into politics, or look for fame. I just enjoy writing. Sometimes I do it for money, but most times I do it for free. Thanks to all of you who return here every day to read these words.
Cousin Brucieeeeeeee!!!...WKBW??? Now, there you go again stirring up all those dormant memory cells snapping the synapses! I even remember the commercials that brought about a pilgrammage to 2525 Walden in Buffalo - the First Road Trip to Gilligan's. Bands like Blue Cheer, Deep Purple and even Chicago Transit Authority and many others played there and were first heard on a tiny transistor radio glued to my ear when going to sleep. Ah..those were the days. Now if I could just get the song American Pie out of my head...and out of my life for that matter.
Soooo, I am one of a select few who know who "The Guy" is huh?? Let me tell you...he is not a guy that you would want to mess with...he has a loyal standing army of armed muffin divers at his beck and call and I would be ready to provide some clues if only I were not so in mortal fear of getting wacked. My lips are sealed but if any are thinking of offering some heavy equipment...well...I betcha Syd might trade for a boat though.
Where did I put that RCMP phone number...?
Funny you should mention that - the officer who gave me the benefit of the doubt was here today. I never miss an opportunity to make a sale and when ending our seatbelt conversation, I gave him a business card and sure enough, he came around for a purchase. Glad he called beforehand...whew!
Heh.
The only fame or notoriety I may have had in my life was when I made the front page of the Living section of the Oregonian for being a spelling whiz back in fifth grade.
Oh, well... I'll just have to assume that five of my fifteen minutes are used up and call it good. :)
I don't care who you are. I think you are wonderfulled.
Moosehead, you are such a whore!
Mel, you've still got ten minutes coming to you. You are still young. I've been on the cover of the Daily A once (for something good...I hear you people thinking out there)so I suspect I still have 13 minutes of fame coming to me.
Anonymous, that's a spelling I don't come across too often and I do know where you got it. And the correct spelling should be wonderfulful. Hehehe.
Guy...I'll pay you for mooshead's identity. I have a bone (hehe) to pick with him.
Kidding, of course...you both crack me up!
Just say the word, Syd, and I'll put on the mucklucks and show shoes and I'll kick his Great White North butt for you. Or maybe we can send Boo7 to do it for us, she's closer.
Muckluck is the kind of luck you get when your basement floods...now mukluks are what you put on your feet to be comfortable in the cold. Guy...you just keep setting yourself up. This question will be on your application for Canadian citizenship so brush up on your Canuckisms.
Ahh Syd...I will forever be grateful to you for directing me to the Daily Hottie on the Neon blog!
Syd, I have the information for you...
moosehead, you have redeemed yourself.
Geeze, Syd, you're easy.
There is a difference between "easy" and "can be tricked". Now back to the Daily Hottie...or perhaps
http://nudeillusion.com/s/index.htm
another gem courtesy of Syd and friends! Man, I love being a lesbian!
Moving on...
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