I know you’re there, Internet Stalker(s)

Sometimes, I wonder about creepy internet stalkers. Are the watching me? What are they thinking? What are they looking for as the comb through my archives? I know it’s a silly thing to worry about, these stalkers, considering the newly minted adage of “laying oneself bare on the internet.” But, due to extenuating circumstances, I know there’s a stalker or two watching this modest little blog.

And I think of how funny it would be to implement secret posts like at the Amick Family blog. I could title an entry “At the strip joint,” or “The worst day of my life,” or “I know you’re there, Internet Stalker(s).” And then I could lock said post, basking in the impish pride of knowing that their stalker interest has shot past chartable levels because they can’t read the sweet pomegranate words.


  1. Haha, sweet pomegranate nuts.

  2. Yes. I am stalking you.