How come when somebody sits down and reads a year's worth of archival material from this blog, I don't automatically think "Gee, I must be pretty interesting," but rather, "What do you WANT, Crazy Stalker???"
Of course, there is always the brief mental review to make sure that there is nothing in there for which I could be sued.
Then I have to go back and actually read it all, just to make sure it's not too embarrassing. Good thing I nuked most of that archive.
And, probably that thing about Tom Cruise won't come back to bite me in the ass.
Can I just say, that as much as I enjoy reading other people's stuff that I have never, and I mean, NEVER thought anyone's writing was so awesome that I spent a day archive diving on their blog? If I read your stuff, and I read ALL of your stuff, trust me, I was looking for specific information.
Not that there aren't incredibly wonderful people and writers out there, just...you don't do that, you know? You don't dig that way just trying to read my boring-ass day-to-day observations, or anybody else's, even if their lives are a million times more interesting than mine.
"Ouch" if you did, though.
I may be the Queen of the Ridiculously Obsessive Internet Search. Well, I thought I was. I mean...can find out a hell of a lot of stuff about someone because I'm what you call "determined", but, I've never plundered any "outside the public domain" stuff, never paid for someone to find Vincent D'Onofrio's home address or any other stupid shit like that. Why would I?
Recently, a random person told me a micro-factoid about someone and all I could think was, "How in the hell do you know that? Or, more importantly, WHY in the hell do you know that?" I mean, at what point would somebody think that the name of some celebrity's kid's school, or anything pertaining to their family, was going to be useful?
I don't mind telling you, it kinda creeped me out...
Because I am a digger myself, I recognize digging. Because my family is a part of my "product", I accept a certain level of risk, but I only do this because, like I said, we're interesting, but not interesting on a national scale, or even a regional one. Probably nobody cares enough to show up on my front steps to tell me that they've just come from the grave of my maternal grandfather and what an incredibly moving experience it was. And probably my days of random strangers acting like I'm their best friend are long gone.
Or are they?
By the way, if you're looking for anything useful about some celebrity, the blog isn't going to be of much help to you, considering that the only person about whom I speak extensively is me. Write what you know, right kids?