The end of an era!

Monday, June 25th, 2007 at 11:57 PM

Well it has finally happened. The amount of attention this article has been getting means that I shall forever be tied to this domain and this blog:

I liked the separation between Mentalacrobatics and Daudi Were but hey it was time anyway.

Some advice if you want to remain anonymous as a blogger.

1. Never ever go for a blogger’s conference/meet up/gathering. Those places are like show rooms for digital cameras.
2. Do not talk to the main stream media, your name will come out eventually!

My only regret: that I never got around to finding a way to write a post with a link to goatse on this blog. Now that I have to be sensible, I probably never will.

(By the way http://goatse.cz/ do not open, don’t, just don’t, and do not OPEN. DO not, DON’T. NSFW! Just leave it alone, leave it, and don’t even think about it. Just smile and wave, just smile and wave and walk on by. I didn’t even hyperlink it so you’d have to cut and paste it, which is just sad. Just leave it, you’ll thank me for it. hehe.)

So that’s it, from now on, all sensible. I remember when people used to think that I was the other Daudi in the blogosphere. They would stay stuff like, that’s where you write your sensible stuff and Mentalacrobatics is where you mess around. Ha! The cheek. Especially when you consider that 90% of the people who read this blog think I am waaaaaay to serious for life.

Happy days. There are some bloggers who enjoyed revealing my name to newer bloggers (like it was big secret) and urging them, I imagine in a silly sinister voice like Skeletor from He-man, to “Google his name”. That would make me laugh because up to last week the top Google for Daudi Were was this page, so the new bloggers would email them back and say, ” Wow Mental is a serious scientist!” which would irritate the perpetrators even more, and apparently induce serious hallucinations (usually centred around imaginary “hacking”). Usijali one day nitatoboa vibaya - complete with screen shots, transcripts and recordings like my name was Githongo Happy days, eh, happy days.

The end of an era. No more food for thought, no more coming out the closet, no more big red buttons, all sensible from now on in. Promise!

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