And they were offended in him. But Jesus said unto them, A prophet is not without honour, save in his own country, and in his own house.
Matthew 13:57
Do not suppose that I compare myself to the Almighty. Still amongst the mortals, I am a mere gnat compared to the Malkins of the blogosphere. However, the mischief that you spread about eventually catches up with you. That is true even if one writes anonymously, as I do in all of my blogs.
The first time I was confronted was by a friend, who thought so highly of the blogsite he was reading that he immediately Skyped me, along with a copy of the article directed to my chat box. As I clicked the answer button, and waited for the video to stabilize between us, I glanced at the text and realized I was the perpetrator.
“Hey! You should read this article.”
Well, of course I already had, but I wasn’t about to admit it to someone I respected right off the bat.
“Do you know who he works for?”
I allowed that I had heard a little about the writer, mostly by reputation. He was said to be well schooled, and something of a Renaissance man, if rumors could be trusted. Personally, I felt that the fellow had gotten by based more on his looks than his intellect, but that was only my opinion and there was probably a minority that disagreed with me on the point.
“Well, who is it? He didn’t stick his name on it”
“It is I.”
“What?”
“It is I. I write that blog”
Blank stare, followed by an immediate Skype disconnect. I remember thinking that I really should shop for a better router.
The same thing happened some months later. The “gentle bride” was sitting in the office, and said I should look at the site she was reading on her computer. I glanced at the screen and noted it was one of my own.
“I like reading his stuff, and he’s kind of funny too.”
“Thanks.”
“Huh?”
“Thanks. That’s one of my blogs”
A brief moment of incomprehesion, then a look of horror swept across her face as if Death had appeared on the doorstep with a Census ID wanting to know more about us. The webpage was hurriedly closed, the keyboard pushed back on the desk like it was throwing sparks, and I immediately found myself alone in the office. I don’t think she looked at that blog for another year.
Priceless.