Pipl found my birth name at an address I haven't lived at in almost 12 years, and found absolutely nothing under my present name.
Weirdly (if you know my birth surname, you know how rare it is -- there's exactly one person with my surname in the state of CA who isn't a member of my immediate family), there's someone with my dad's name listed with a street address and phone number in a local town where I know he's never actually lived, run a business, owned property, or really done anything but drive past on the freeway on his way to my childhood home for Christmas morning breakfast. Which would ordinarily make me flap my arms and go
pssssh, whatever,
but with all the creepy identity theft Buffistas have been running into lately I'm now suspicious and perturbed.
eta: Wait, it's Debet's birthday? That's not creepy or perturbing at all, it's celebration-worthy! Happy day and happy year, Debet!
(I always want to say Hippo Birdies because of Theo, but I always feel like I'm cheating if I say it before she does, so I'm sticking with plain old Happy Birthday for now)
(I always want to say Hippo Birdies because of Theo, but I always feel like I'm cheating if I say it before she does, so I'm sticking with plain old Happy Birthday for now)
All the hippo-birdies thought this was their cue, but then they realized it wasn't and sat down again.
Birthday Happies for Debet!!
Pipl isn't impressing me, but that's fine. More academic, less random, than a google search of my name.
I've tried waking babies for feedings. It usually winds up in feeding a still-sleeping baby. Mmmm, sleeping babies....
Happy Birthday, DebetEsse!
Just saw a guy come out of the men's room here with the protective paper and then use it to open the door to the lobby.
Okay, I know this comment was this afternoon, but I had to post to say, wait, wait! Doesn't this mean he's now kindly transferred the purported germs from the bathroom door handle to the lobby door handle where unsuspecting people will now open the door without a protective paper?
I know I used a lot of italics there, but it was just that kind of post.
there's someone with my dad's name listed with a street address and phone number in a local town where I know he's never actually lived, run a business, owned property, or really done anything but drive past on the freeway on his way to my childhood home for Christmas morning breakfas
Dude. That is a little weird. You should let your dad know.
If you search me, it doesn't find some of the stuff Google comes up with, but it does find several of my old addresses (though not the current one, or the one before that), and one page it links to then tells you my age, and my parents' names and my sister's name! (Oddly, no mention of my brother). A little freaky, but no *current* contact info is on there. Huh.
Pipl found my four most recent addresses down to the zip code, and had other listings that included every city I've lived in in the US, including my sojourn in New Orleans.
What the fuck did I do to earn that?
At least none of the people it thinks are related to me are actually kin. That would be weird.
Skipping to post that, according to the Buffista Calendar, today is DebetEsse's birthday.
Happy birthday, DebetEsse! With lots of wishes for a great day and a wonderful year!
That's two nights in a row where I've woken up after some post-apocalyptic dream. Last night it was after some apocalypse and everyone was running out of food. Tonight it was after some nuclear apocalypse and everyone in the community was dying of radiation poisoning.
I don't like apocalypses. I'm going to take a stand and say they're bad.
(Oddly enough these weren't nightmares, where I was dreaming in terror. Just the sad realization that soon we were all going to die, and wondering when my turn would come.)
