On a never-ending quest to make things slightly less awful.
Sunday, November 09, 2008
It's November
And you can tell because we were doing the annual half-assed yard clean-up, and this was heard as the rotting, fetid jack-o-lanterns were being gingerly carried to the compost at arm's length:
Hi, my name is Anna, and I'm anonymous! Well, kind of. If you're one of the people who's lucky enough to know both Blogging Me and Real-Life Me, please don't use my full name, the names of my family members, my hometown, or the name of my pet elephant (oops, I think I just outed myself) in your comment. My paranoid family and I thank you: thank you!
Also, I moderate all the comments. So if you slip up and tell everyone my social security number (or any other personally identifiable information), don't worry, I just won't publish your comment.
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Hi, my name is Anna, and I'm anonymous! Well, kind of. If you're one of the people who's lucky enough to know both Blogging Me and Real-Life Me, please don't use my full name, the names of my family members, my hometown, or the name of my pet elephant (oops, I think I just outed myself) in your comment. My paranoid family and I thank you: thank you!
Also, I moderate all the comments. So if you slip up and tell everyone my social security number (or any other personally identifiable information), don't worry, I just won't publish your comment.