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I would have won 190 millin dollars in the lottery five years ago.
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A Cat Among the Pigeons. Agatha Christie
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Why are you trying to break my brain? I'm telling Alceste.
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Well, gosh, since I’ve been Dawn Summers in some form or another going on three years now, I thought I’d explain how it all started.
Now, I’m talking about a long time ago. Hard to imagine, but I only knew one person who blogged. And she was decidedly undercover. I would read “Kashei” only on the occasions when I was cornered during a phone conversation with the “did you read my blog” question.
“Umm…yeah…what’s a blog again?
After a few months, I would stumble by whenever I got bored surfing whatever it is I used to surf before blogs. Probably deja news, cnn, buffy sites, etc. (Before blogs. Shudder.)
One day, I<a href="http://www.kashei.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_kashei_archive.html">; came across some drivel kashei had written about affirmative action being racist.
</a>Grr.
I’ll racist you, I thought, as I hammered out my first comment.
In the name field I had written Buffy Summers.
“Nah, she’ll know that’s me.”
I changed it to Willow Rosenberg.
Too Jewish to be me.
Xena?
She’ll know that’s me too.
Then it was settled: Dawn Summers.
More me than Willow, less me than Buffy.
I clicked post.
I was in the midst of a huge document review in a windowless conference room at Old LLP, so spent most of my working day away from a computer, but I was anxious to see what the crazies at Spot On would say about my comment.
So a little after lunch I checked back in to Kashei’s blog.
Lo and behold there was a message <em>to me.
</em>It read, in relevant part, “I would like to welcome my best friend ‘Dawn Summers’ to my blog. She is a wacky liberal and I imagine that we’ll be seeing more comments from her in the future that we can laugh at. Bush/Cheney ’04.
Evidently, although Dawn Summers was not as much me as Buffy, my syntax and writing tone were unmistakeably mine.
I had been identified and outed in one fell swoop.
Although I commented with other monikers every now and then, my very public baptism as Dawn Summers stuck.
I suppose if I had known that my disguise would fail, I might have chosen a nom de plume slightly more sophisticated or, at least I would have picked a television character that doesn’t make me cringe to think of her.
Truthfully though, I rarely think of Michelle’s irritating screech when I see or hear the name.
Dawn Summers is (mostly) all me now, if not her own personage altogether.
I am often still startled when someone mentions something to me in real life that I have posted on this page.
How did he know that?
I am baffled when I get sympathy for Dawn’s failings and bad days.
Huh? What? Ohhhh…right! No, I’m fine. Thanks.
It’s a little like Fight Club. Rule #1.
A co-worker sent me an e-mail the other day about people with blogs getting fired and I very casually replied “good thing I don’t have a blog.
And I don’t.
Dawn does, which works out, since goodness knows what I would ever write about.
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Yes. But I'm pretty sure we're going to have to sacrifice 100 virgins first.
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Pitiful asshat. I like to mix it up.
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That's a damn hell ass lie. I answer all 3 questions I've ever gotten!
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It is a record of all the wrong that man does. To me. I keep putting people on it, because people keep doing wrong. Especially Grange, CK and Ftrain. They're THE WORST!
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I have a huge wheel of fortune in my living room with the names of everyone I know in each slot.
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Wait. What did you hear? *runs from room in tears to call Minnie Driver*
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Ever since we were little girls, we'd say that we would be friends until America had a black President. And then we'd laugh our little racist heads off before returning to a challenging game hopscotch. But, of course, come January '09, she was bringing me the box of my CDs and I was saying stuff like "no, no you keep that. It was a gift." Very very sad. #Obamafuckingshitupfromjumpstreet
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Ha! Yes. Thankfully, I don't currently have a wheat-based allergy.
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Shutuppa your mouth.
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Jets blowing a 20-10 lead to the Browns in under 4 minutes.
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Working on it. Writing is a lot harder on paper than in my head.
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I am whoever you say I am
