Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Glasshouse? Meet Stone-Thrower.

Careful readers will have noticed that I have - and regularly make use of - direct hotlines to many persons of great import, the "movers and shakers" if you will allow me a little sashay in the direction of the vernacular.

I must report on a snippet of one such conversation in which I am rebuked thusly:
"... pseudonyms are so yesterday ..."
My correspondent? Mr Seat.

Snigger.

5 comments:

Numptie said...

Shock, horror, whatever next? Does this mean we all have to dispense with our pseudonyms? You mean I might have to reveal who I really am? Is the word ready to be confronted with the real me? Oh to be wise and able to answer so many questions...

The Pedant-General in Ordinary said...

Numptie,

I was about to welcome you to Infinitives Unsplit, but I note that you are, in fact, BondBloke and you have already been welcomed.

How nice to hear from you again.

We can all ponder on the wisdom of choosing "numptie" as a pseudonym....

As for whether the world is ready for the "real you", I doubt very much whether the world was really ever ready for me even when cloaked in a pseudonym. Removing the cloak is hardly likely to increase the shock value for one so punch-drunk anyway....

PG

Numptie said...

Numptie was given me by some "nice" CEP people; however, I was once told by a teacher that as I went through life that I would find that ignorance was the best form of knowledge; it now seems that I have achieved this ignorance, and in so doing have also attained this best form of knowledge. This, however, does pose a real problem for me, as I now wonder what comes next, and what do I do with this "best form of knowledge", do I pass it on and become that most annoying self satisfied know it all, or do I remain selfish and keep it to myself? Decisions, decisions, I have been encumbered with this heavy burden of knowledge, but it does not give me any answers at all, just more questions...

Mr Seat said...

...but I enjoy living in the past. Greetings from sunny Italy - where the roses are out and the wisteria covers the walls.

ninme said...

I can only say that Mr Seat says that because he lacks the subtlety to realize that pseudonyms are actually very postmodern in a rather charming cynical retro sort of way. Greetings from sunny Canada, where the glaciers gleam from the sides of mountains and the bare arms are beginning to emerge from ski jackets.