Busboy is clearly terrible, but there really isn't a great alternative, is there? Damn the power of oppression through language.

Honestly, I think that writing the book under your real name means that people are going to be able to find you regardless. If your coworkers read the book, they'll know about this life. Whether or not they'll be interested enough to track you down, I don't know, but since you used the real site name, it wouldn't be hard to do. It's not like you're going to stop talking about the book altogether, right?

I don't mean to be a downer, but I think, realistically, it's just going to be a side effect of the whole fame thing. Might as well settle back and enjoy the ride!

So apparently God might be a bored programmer....

While I suspect that the intelligent designer of our universe was careful to cover his tracks and make it appear as if natural phenomena could account for the existence of all things, I think it would be wise to initiate a hunt for evidence of the designer's "Easter Eggs." By Easter Eggs, I mean carefully-hidden indications of intelligence in situations that might otherwise be explained as natural phenomena. There are many places where a designer could hide such EEs. One place would be the fossil record. There among the bones of dinosaurs, pterydactyls, and trilobites, a designer could cleverly conceal a few tablets written in Linear A, or perhaps a DVD of the first season of The Sopranos. Such a discovery would quickly show Darwinists for the fools they are, and bring about a massive conversion to traditional Bible-based Christianity (even among obstinate Jews and terrorist Mohammadans). It strikes me as strange that no such geological Easter Eggs have yet been found, given the many blessings this would bring to our world. Perhaps the designer isn't interested in revealing himself to those who operate outside of faith.

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(Above link also included info on the perpetual motion machine that was supposed to be demoed today or yesterday or something. Apparently the lights for the webcam made it not work.)

I would be the worst famous person ever. And as I'm currently doing nothing to launch myself into a life of fame, right on!

God, I'm depressing when I'm bored.

what are you worried will happen?

Part of it is that I've felt pretty physically sick about the release for the last few days. My stomach hurts, nausea, my hands start to shake.

I'm not dealing well with it all, emotionally, either. I'm scrambled up. It's a lot of my life out there to be criticised. I've never fully appreciated that. And then I worry about you guys, too.

I worry about wankery hitting the board, too, and how to deal with that.

I worry a lot, and can't stop.

Those are the things I can articulate. The things I can't articulate are worse.

"member of the waitstaff"?

the problem is that, these days, servers and busboys have different jobs. I don't want to say that the server didn't clear my plate, when that's the job of the busboy. I mean, the restaurant should get that, but I don't want them to think that I'm criticizing the server for what's the busboy's job. Of course, it's the server's job to make sure it happens, but that's another issue that I raise.

I worry about wankery hitting the board, too, and how to deal with that.

We should close the borders. End registration or make reading threads dependent on registration or something like that.

(Making this suggestion because I am sure it will be shouted down, but it's out there.)

Oh, dol, while I suspect that Kristin is right about being found, I hate to see you worrying about the wank on our behalf. You wrote what you did out of the Big Big Love for this world, and the book wouldn't be any good if you hadn't; in return, if anyone brings the bad, I feel pretty safe in saying the whole place has got your back. And we can survive it just fine. And so can you, since I'm pretty sure there's a lot of "got your back" out there for personal wankery as well.

We'll be OK, boo. And so will you.

And then I worry about you guys, too.

I know it's not much use to say that you shouldn't worry about us, because I'm pretty sure you will anyway. But we're all adults here, and I for one plan to have on my big girl pants at the board when your book hits the stores.