er, I aten't dead?
Dec. 4th, 2006 06:42 pmThere seem to have been a lot of posts lately where people detail the various points and factoids whereby they can prove they are a) not sockpuppets and b) not dead? I would have thought the continued vitality in my typing fingers - middle finger of each hand, if you're particularly interested - would have been sufficient exemplification for the latter, but there does seem to be insistence on this fact. Anyway, to be quite clear about it:
1. I am not dead;
and 2. I am a real person.
That is to say, I am not, for example, an incredibly delusional individual who sits in a room somewhere and imagines all this babble.
Anyway, I hereby declare that I am exactly the person that I claim to be in this journal. I am a nineteen-year-old university student with a faintly dull life, I have never asked anyone to buy me an iPod - I have one already, so there - and neither have I ever faked my own death. And if you don't believe me, there are about fifty people with LJs who have met me at one time or another, fourteen of which have seen me in the last three days. And if you don't believe them, then I don't know what to tell you. You could perhaps check all the houses painted white situated on the English sea coast. Or indeed you could try Balliol College, Oxford, which is eight hundred and forty-three years old and thus outside my capacity to make up.
I would continue being flippant and ask why someone would want to pretend to have my life - but it did actually happen once. I was very surprised.
Anyway, in other news, I went to work today and got drenched coming and going; the shop is just the same, although it's been broken into twice since I was there last; and the best book we sold today was called "Hen and the Art of Chicken Maintenance."
Yep, that's it.
1. I am not dead;
and 2. I am a real person.
That is to say, I am not, for example, an incredibly delusional individual who sits in a room somewhere and imagines all this babble.
Anyway, I hereby declare that I am exactly the person that I claim to be in this journal. I am a nineteen-year-old university student with a faintly dull life, I have never asked anyone to buy me an iPod - I have one already, so there - and neither have I ever faked my own death. And if you don't believe me, there are about fifty people with LJs who have met me at one time or another, fourteen of which have seen me in the last three days. And if you don't believe them, then I don't know what to tell you. You could perhaps check all the houses painted white situated on the English sea coast. Or indeed you could try Balliol College, Oxford, which is eight hundred and forty-three years old and thus outside my capacity to make up.
I would continue being flippant and ask why someone would want to pretend to have my life - but it did actually happen once. I was very surprised.
Anyway, in other news, I went to work today and got drenched coming and going; the shop is just the same, although it's been broken into twice since I was there last; and the best book we sold today was called "Hen and the Art of Chicken Maintenance."
Yep, that's it.
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on 2006-12-04 06:52 pm (UTC)no subject
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on 2006-12-04 07:02 pm (UTC)No way. You totally made it up. There's just this blank space somewhere in Oxford that you've filled with this fictitious "Balliol College." That H.H. Asquith guy who graduated from there? Your creation. You've just fooled all the writers of British history books everywhere.
Faker.
:P
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on 2006-12-04 07:42 pm (UTC)YOU ARE SO MADE UP!
(wheee painkillers. This comment was SO SLOW to write.)
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on 2006-12-04 08:31 pm (UTC)And besides, I'm totally not real, I'm a sock-puppet Neil Gaiman uses in his spare time.
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on 2006-12-04 10:24 pm (UTC)(Speaking of people, places and things that do not exist - when are you coming baaaaaaack? I want to see you!)
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on 2006-12-05 12:38 pm (UTC)Term does not finish until 15th. SOB.
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on 2006-12-04 10:30 pm (UTC)/headache
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on 2006-12-04 11:14 pm (UTC)um. they are morons. lol.
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on 2006-12-05 02:14 am (UTC)Incidentally, I have asked someone to buy me an iPod. They did. WOE, for by the standards of the Internets I apparently exist no longer. *vanishes in puff of logic*
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on 2006-12-06 11:09 pm (UTC)SHAME ON YOU. :)
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on 2006-12-05 04:40 am (UTC)you, on the other hand, are most definitively a fictional character. i'm glad i made you up! ;P
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on 2006-12-05 07:44 am (UTC)Also the best book we sold today was called "Hen and the Art of Chicken Maintenance." I want that book. Even if it's less exciting than the title.
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on 2006-12-06 11:12 pm (UTC)It is a wonderful book. It arrived today and I spent five solid minutes engrossed in the mating habits of the bantam.
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on 2006-12-11 02:11 pm (UTC)(Sorry for incredible lateness - have just got last week's comment notifications in one go)
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