Well! I had an interesting run-in tonight. I went into Trabant, a chai house in the University District that all the library school peeps have been yammering about. I wanted to give Frannie a snack of streamed soy milk, and get myself a mocha for the work I had to do after she went to bed.
“SJ!” said a voice behind me. I spun around and saw an oddly familiar man who seemed to really know who I was. “Hey, it’s Joshua.”
“Oh, hey!” I said, as if I knew exactly who he was. “How are you?” I was doing that thing that we’re all conditioned to do–smile, turn around, and flip through the mental Rolodex. Shit, writing center? Graduated library peep? Someone I used to work with? That party where I woke up in the bathtub with a ferret and my butt hurt?
Finally, he gave me a clue. “You’re a star,” he said. This was getting worse.
“What do you mean, a star?” I said, nervously.
“Your blog.” Oh, crap. Recognized from the blog. “I’m Joshua Norton,” he said, at last. Oh thank god.
So, that is how I happened to meet another blogger that I have tried to have coffee with on-and-off. He was really funny and very nice–much less caustic than in print. (I probably shouldn’t give that away.) He was probably thinking that I am dull-as-dirt in real life, but I never said otherwise. Trabant is a wireless cafe, so he was blogging, of course. Now I know how he is able to write reams and reams of interesting stuff; he is ever-diligent. And he has already posted our meeting in the form of a filthy pack of lies. If I ever need a PR rep, I will call him.
This happened a while ago too, when I was with Daymented of all people (by “all people,” I mean another blogger). I am like a minor celebrity of no consequence–Seattle’s answer to Paris Hilton!
He was probably thinking that I am dull-as-dirt in real life, but I never said otherwise.
On the contrary; I thought you were totally charming. And nerves of steel to boot. Most people freak out and run away when I drop my pants but you were just all, “Hey, I recognize that tattoo.”
You are a celebrity, you may not know it, but you are very well known in Chicago. Well, with my friends and that co-worker I told you about a couple of weeks ago.
HAIL SEITAN, GO VEGETARIAN!
Morgan, is that you?
There’s no link to a post about waking up with a ferret in a bathtub… So, I’m assuming that’s just an imaginary example?
You’re awesome SJ! Paris Hilton has nuthin’ on you.
Heh. But you are oh-so-recognizable! How could one NOT come up and say “hello”?
Speaking of small worlds, I’m going over to the lovely Ms. Daymented’s house tonight for movies.
Hopefully, you’re more skilled than Paris Hilton. Y’know, for your companion’s sake.
you! a blog celebrity! i have only been recognized once by another blogger. but then he already knew me, so maybe that doesn’t count.
does this make you more popular than kato now?
My prayers have been answered: a pretty pink princess to knock The Thongless Wonder off her skanky-ass throne…or at least spill a mocha on her non-clothing. All hail P.P. (er, Pretty Princess – that didn’t come out well)…and her ass-ferret!
Please note that the ferret and by butt were presented without correlation.
No, it was me, not Morgan, but if she is vegetarian and loves Modest Mouse, hook it up! Just kidding.
Jayson: Ai yi yi! Well, my sister is not a veg, but we do talk about hailing seitan a lot. And she loves MM…the bad news: she’s 16. Sorry!