From a while ago, Aims, I like "Word Wars", I especially find it amusing that, in addition to the "mama's basement" type dudes you might expect, one was vaguely cornerboy, from West Baltimore. It also amused me that several aggrieved mothers complained about his language and talking about chronic, but thanks to my other fannish interests, I barely noticed. I think I might be what's wrong with America or something. Hec, I like Cheech and Chong. No shame in that game. You could always be stuck with the friggin' Disability Experience in America, which from here, is beginning to feel like that procedural cliche of "hours of boredom, enlivened by moments of terror"

The other Barbara I've come across who has my maiden name has a Ph.D., MPH, & an M.Ed., so I feel fairly slacktastic in comparison.

The other Barbara who shares my married name is a children's book illustrator.

I don't get any other Caridads with either permutation, but another Caridad who is also an author once threatened to sue me to get me to stop using the name as my pen name because she was "building a brand around the name" and I was clearly trying to poach her readers and territory. Never mind that she writes adult paranormal and romantic suspense and I... don't.

It was just bad luck that we shared the same agent at the time.

Nobody else has my full name. Which makes google awkward. Cause it's all me.

okay, re CM, I wasn't quite clear (but it was late and I'd come from a belated birthday dinner with lots of wine) Did the old guy know what was going on? Was his "price of admission" fixing the freezer? Or was he just a dumbass who knew that something was wrong, but didn't bother to do anything about it? I was kind of confused.

He knew, Vortex. He was a special kind of whackjob who I think liked seeing the aftermath, rather than the execution. At least, that was the impression I was left with.

I haven't googled my name lately, but in the past, I've shared my name with a TV clown in Iowa. Who died about 20 years ago.

I share my name with a physicist in California, a manufacturer of travel accessories, a tennis player, and even another lawyer here in town. Try to find me!!!! Actually, if you google me connected with my place of work, you can find me, but other than that, it's a crapshoot.

Also two lawyers in my firm, one in SF and one in this office.

Googling my name mostly turns up me, but you will also get a former VP at Chevron, a fighter pilot and a prisoner at the infamous Civil War prisoner-of-war camp Andersonville (a book I had to read in High School).

I have an unusual maiden and an extremely rare married names, and my family is concerned we not be easily id'd or located on the netz, so I've tried to be circumspect. I'm findable by my lj name, which I use more places than LJ, but not easily by my actual last name.