Cathy Seipp's Stalker
I admit it. I'm jealous. I have no stalker; only convicts writing me from prison, and only the dumbest convicts, because they're all asking me to be their pen-pal. (Hello? You're asking somebody who answers mail for a living to sit down in her non-existent free time and dash off a few words to you? No wonder you're in jail.)
Well, Cathy Seipp has, not just a stalker, but a blog-stalker of her very own. The guy writes long entries about Cathy! Cathy! Cathy!...filled with amusingly dull-edged little digs, and lots of links to her work -- which is actually quite thoughtful of him. (Hadn't read the Robin Abcarian piece from Salon -- really appreciate the heads-up, dude.) Read his latest blog-stalk/tribute to Cathy here.
And, please, somebody do blog-stalk me. I'm feeling terribly under-loathed.
I just read through a few entries on Cathy's World. With all that fun she's having, when does she find the time to write? Cathy has more dinner dates in a week than I do in a year.
Lena at August 27, 2004 7:36 PM
It takes a certain sense of humor to feel flattery when stalked by an enterprise called Onanism Today.
Crid at August 28, 2004 9:09 AM
Hey there Amy, Godless Harlot. See, I'm the perfect stalker, I know your name, what cafe you were writing at today. I've never officially stalked before, does it pay anything? Do you ever actually fall in love with me or do I end up on the evening news, in court in an orange outfit looking like I need a haircut.
scott the stalker at September 10, 2004 2:27 AM