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Big Brother Is Reading You
Sometimes I forget that things that I write online are open for any old sod to read.
This blog I know is public, and when writing I think that I have half a mind on you lot; what I wantthink you might like (only half an ear, mind). Elsewhere though, I tend to forget and then when something you wrote as a flippant comment between friends on a totally sperate forum is quoted back to you by a person wholly unassociated with that part of your life… it’s a bit weird.
Earlier tonight two of my friends brought up something I’d written on Moby.com and it was really really odd. They weren’t there see… they weren’t part of the converstion… they weren’t in the room at the time… so how could they know??
The other week I met a few of the students from Fame Academy (a pop idol type reality TV show we’ve just had… but with really talented people!!) and, in the course of conversation, asked one of them how their ankle was, as I’d watched him on telly as he hurt it a few days previously. There was a second where he looked totally bemused as to how I, a perfect stranger, could have known that he’d slipped up and twisted his ankle. With a shake of his head he remembered that he’d been on camera 24 hours a day for the last 7 weeks. He didn’t know me – but I was intimately aquainted with his life.
I don’t mind that Steve and Harv evesdropped on my chat with my geek friends… but it’s made me realise that 1) these things are public forums (yes boys… there’s an ‘l’ in there) and 2) they may possibly be stalking me.
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