Who am I?

Have you ever "Googled" yourself?
If you don't know what I mean by that, you are a dinosaur.

On a rather glum Monday morning, mostly out of boredom, I typed in my name in quotations. I was surprised by what I found. Last night an old friend contacted me out of the blue, it had probably been 5 or 6 years since we had chatted. I started to wonder if someone was trying to find me, what sort of life would they think I was leading?

The very first "hit" was of a book review on Amazon.ca. I thought it was me until I realized that I have never read the book. I have an impostor in Winnipeg who likes Canadian history. It isn't completely improbable for someone to think that it was me. Heck, I even lived in Manitoba once.

The next hit was an accounting student at Waterloo. I hope people who knew me would realize that that so isn't me. Blah blah blah, lots of boring hits. Apparently another impostor ran the Oktoberfest 5km run way faster than I ever could. I didn't know that there was an Oktoberfest run, I figured nothing happened at Oktoberfest but beer. I wouldn't be offended if someone thought I was capable of running 5km in 39 minutes!

I might also be confused with a writer in Winnipeg who is in a group called "The Serenity Raincoats." I think it has something to do with science fiction role playing- ugh. I never understood sci-fi role playing. I'd rather be a real person.

And then... something surprised me. Ever get those annoying email petition requests? Usually I delete them and never think of them again. Apparently I didn't delete all of them. Terasen Gas. Did I ever really care about Terasen? I don't even have a gas bill! But there it is on the internet, my name & address. I'm much more upset about that than I am about Terasen Gas!!! The only other legitimate hit was from a genealogy website.

So, in sum, if someone were looking for me, then would surmise that I am a history loving accountant, who loves sci-fi role playing, running in Bavaria with strong socialist ideals about gas utilities. They would promptly stop looking for me, because clearly I became a super-freak.