Guy: Excuse me, but... were you the one who did Boobquake?
He sheepishly waved hi and then ran away. And then tweeted at me that he was a blog reader and was sorry for being creepy. My parents thought it was fantastic, and wouldn't stop talking about how famous their daughter was.
I wondered what the odds were. I'm used to people recognizing me at godless or nerdy events, but randomly on the street seems way less likely. It had only happened once before, when I was on a terrible OkCupid date at the College Inn pub, and a random guy came up and asked if I had ever been on the Savage Lovecast. A potentially confusing question if the answer was "No," but he ended up being a fan of the blog.
Of course, Seattle is pretty godless and nerdy in general, so maybe I should just expect it.
After lunch, my dad and I wandered off to the Underground Tour and left my mom to spend an hour taking photos of the stupid fish throwing. Our tour guide was really funny, and I thought the tour was super interesting. About half way through as we were walking through some of the underground tunnels, she turned to me:
Guide: Have you been on the tour before? You look really familiar.
Me: ...No, but I live in Seattle.
Dad: (to me) I bet she reads your blog too!
Sure enough, at the end of the tour she very excitedly said she figured it out, she reads my blog, and omfgwtfbbq could she have my autograph!?! My dad couldn't stop talking about it - he thought it was the coolest thing ever. I assured him I wasn't paying these people off to make me look good while they were visiting.
Anyway, these little things totally make my day. Don't be shy if you ever see me roaming around. I'm happy to say hello!
On the flip side, they make me feel extra guilty when I realize I just spent another weekend not updating. Whoops. I've been having a life lately, which is a bit unusual. I'm sure I'll go back to my boring internet-fueled existence soon enough.