It has happened on at least 5 occasions where someone I don't know comes up to me (at some sort of gathering or other) and says, "You don't know me, but I know who you are because I read your blog." To which I will say something like, "That's awesome... it must mean you have good taste."
Well, this happened to Vernon for the first time last week.
He was out doing door-to-door surveys for his new business. At one of the houses, a guy answered the door and said that his wife knew who he was. The wife comes up and tells him that one of her friends had posted a link to this blog on facebook, and that she knows who he is from reading this blog.
First of all, this is amazing, because I can't even imagine what kind of posts people are linking this blog to. I mean, I REALLY want to write link-worthy posts, but all I seem to come up with is posts about my menstrual cycle, maggot-infested penises, my birthday, and sticking potatoes up your butt. (Speaking of which... I just received a comment from someone on that post, and apparently I should tell you that it is NOT a good idea to stick a potato up your butt because it could get stuck up there. So, just be careful, people. Be careful. Shred it up or something.)
Anyway, so after that happened, Vern said something like, "See, I knew something like this would happen." He was referring to the fact that my having this blog would reflect badly upon him as a professional. (I have talked about this before.) And I was like, "Really?"
If anything, getting recognized probably saved him from having the door slammed in his face. I'm just saying.