No one at work reads this blog--at least, they don't admit to it--but they do know about it. Last week, one of the writers, who we'll call "Kevin,"* was joking about my blog and referred to me as "Kenny Bloggerly." Then, quite pleased with himself, enthused that "Kenny Bloggerly" ought to be the name of my blog. I informed him that it wasn't.
"But you're going to change it now, right?" he said eagerly.
"Mmm, no, not really," I replied, trying to be kind. "It's already linked in everyone's blogrolls as Herbie the Love Blog."
"But they would still link to you. They could change it eventually."
"So if you found a bag of gold on the ground, you wouldn't stop to pick it up?"
"Not if I have to put down a bigger bag of gold that I'm carrying."
Kevin suggested that I blog about the issue and put the choice forth to my readership. I shrugged it off. "Nah, I'm not going to do that," I said.
"Why?" he said. "Afraid of the deluge of support for Kenny Bloggerly in your comments?"
"I could see if your name was Herbie or something," said "Adam," one of the showrunners.
I held firm. "I don't think my name needs to be in the name of the blog."
Luckily, the other writer, "Sarah," supported me, simply because she agreed that Kenny Bloggerly was not such a great name for a blog.
"Are you going to blog about this incident now?" said Kevin.
"No," I said. "It's not really that interesting."
Kevin seemed hurt.
This week, he asked about it again. Clearly it is very important to him that he is mentioned here.
Wish granted, Kevin. Wish granted.
*his real name