SithBorg’s Revenge
It is with ultimate delight and infinite enjoyment that I witness the
fallout from my simple plan to undermine the foundations of anonymity
so treasured by the miniscule motorminds blogging herein.
With a single reference to TheNakedProfessor’s “mOOn platOOn” post
as a clue, the Sherlock Holmes contingent of blogocracy deduced a link
betwixt the Professor and me.
It was only a tiny step for the paranoid to assign sinister conspiratorial
spin to the link. The lightbulb came on: what’s to stop one anonymous
blogger from becoming another? And another? And yet another still?
How ALIENated ran with the ball! Carrying the implication straight to the
goal line, he obligingly started accusing everyone of being somebody else!
Ah, the smug satisfaction that’s curled my lips upward in hysterical aston-
ishment has made another day among you asinine nose-pickers passable.
You can’t stop talking about it now, and behold - ! A sudden influx of new
identities, a flashing wash of unusual talent bursting over the screen as if
a blogged-out version of the California God Rush were underway. How
effective SoulCast is at tricking promising writers into working for fractions
of pennies on the word for months at a time. Get paid, indeed.
My satisfaction at clogging the drain of uncompensated brain power and
overrated marketing finesse will only be topped by the public concession
of such exploiters that they need to share the wealth. Give your top writers
a larger piece of that lucrative ad pie that you so tritely brag about gaining
in your corporate-copy SoulCast Administration pronouncements.
Kudos to TheLateNakedProfessor for exposing the truth behind the words
(see TNP’s: What you are about to read is true. The names have been
changed…) for I do believe that he’s gone. For he and I share a common
experience that breeds a common fate, and my hours, too, are waning.
And in the meantime, wonder: are your friend and your enemy the same?
Is your eros being homosexually stirred? Is your ego being played like a
tennis ball hit against the wall by a single player switching paddles?
A writer creates characters, and what greater challenge than to become those
characters in here? And to watch them interplay, not only with themselves,
but with every new simple, trusting soul that casts its naïve shadow on
this bleak wall.
For sooner rather than later, by being one name, that name will reveal every
facet of who you have become by the name known to all. And anonymity will
prove a leaky ship.
Have a nice blog.



