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.
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.”
“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. 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.