Like the other night, I see this commercial for the wireless phone network, Verizon. Have you seen this one?
This guy walks into his office holding a mug of his morning coffee. He is talking with his assistant, going over his daily schedule. She says to him, (this is NOT verbatim; I couldn't find it on youtube) "From 9 to 10 you send text messages to your wife. From 12 to 12:15 you send funny picks to your son Jimmy on the playground. From 1 to 2, you're texting with your friends...and at 4pm you have a budget meeting. The guy then looks at his assistant with a hesitant chagrin on his face and after a dramatic pause she says, "I can move the budget meeting to another day." To which the guy responds, "Yeah, good idea."
I immediately think to myself, "THAT is Zibbs."
Then I get this post card in the mail advertising Lancome's new battery powered mascara (no kidding really- it's a Saks Fifth Avenue exclusive) and I think, "I can't wait to tell Lids about this one."
Or lately(after his myheritage.com post), every time I see Seth Rogen on TV or the movies or read his name somewhere I immediately think of Poobomber. Isn't it ironic that as I read The Other Side of Normal daily, Seth Rogen's voice narrates the Poobomber's words in my head? Weird.
Oh yeah, and last Saturday I was buying a birthday card for my friend when I see this card with a sweet old lady sitting in a rocking chair on her front porch that says, "You're not the type to sit around getting old, letting the world pass you bye." You open it up and it says, "No, you're the type to shout out rude comments and make obscene gestures." I thought," This is for Gwen and if I knew her better, I would send this to her on her birthday."
Very strange, I know. So how is it that I have these preconcieved notions about who a blogger is when there is a substantial lack of physical evidence or any eyewitness accounts to back up these ideas? The answer lies in your words. The words you share with us everyday. Like the best of psychological profiliers, unconsciously we take what is known about an unknown blogger and mentally develop a profile of who we think that blogger really is. But do we really know for sure?
Was Falwless really a mischevious little girl who smoked cigarettes out in the woods in her back yard while playing pirates with her friends? Does Tova Darling really have an affinity for fashionably dressed mannequins? Is The iNDefatigable mjenks really a chemist with a thing for Curious George? Does McGone spend his mornings sitting at The International House of Pancakes having breakfast with a pig? Does Slyde wear his leather biker jacket and dark shades when he attends PTA meetings at his son's school. Does Earl really have BUG EYES?
The blogger world may never know, but I for one, will continue reading and unconsciously blogger profiling.