Sunday, November 23, 2003

O would some god the giftie gie us...


Recently I've gotten some email from word-of-mouth-connection.com. People can register that they have experience with a particular person or business, say something about how well they know said entity and how recent their experience is, and then others who want to find out about said entity can go looking through the database and inquire via email; the contacts are done anonymously.

At the time of writing, there are apparently three people who claim to know me well who have registered that fact, and hence, I suppose, their willingness to tell others about me, and one person looking to find out about me.

I guess that it's good that word-of-mouth-connection.com tells me that this is happening...but to be honest, it creeps me out. That, in turn, probably points out my tendency to assume the worst. For all I know, the three people are happily telling anyone who asks that I'm a heck of a guy, but I would have been happy to continue to not think about people talking about me behind my back. If it's anonymous, I suppose I could email the three and ask what they think, and the one and ask what he or she wants to know, but I'm not sure I want to find out.

Ah, well. As the guy said at the end of Asimov's "The Dead Past," happy goldfish bowl, everybody.

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