Hey, Mike Brock - You Forgot Your Stool Sample!
For some bizarre reason, bloggers who use their real names think of themselves as morally superiour to bloggers who choose to remain anonymous, even though most of us are easily found out and don't really give much of a rat's ass if the jealous psycho nutcases who care so much about who we REALLY are manage to unmask us, or in my case me - Sally Housecoat.
I dunno, but it's always struck me as pretty unfair to those who share my last name that I would blog proudly away on the worldwideweb using it where anybody and everybody can read me - as if I'm not a total dorkenheimer knobhead who might just as well be shuffling around Ward 8 at The Mental shaking my fist at potted plants. I mean, c'mon people. Blogging using your real name is the equivalent of leaving a big steaming bag of poo on your neighbours front step - with a neon arrow pointing to the bag from the sidewalk: "Mike Brock's Big Steaming Bag of Poo".
Get over yourselves, please. Thank you.
