The biggest danger of working with my boss
is, quite frankly, jealousy. Don't misunderstand me. It's not jealousy of his
considerable programming chops or his modest good looks. It's his wide range of
stalkers that evokes my pangs of envy. Nothing defines fame quite as definitively
as the number and variety of one's stalkers.
Over the past years, I've declared a few people to be "my stalker."
there was Jason Follas because of his
stalker-ish way of chasing me down to speak at the
Northwest Ohio .NET User Group. Here are
some choice quotes:
"First off, I'm still floored by the fact that a CodeRush/Refactor developer
lives this close to me..."
"Even though you probably haven't read the first email yet, I was wondering
if you might be available and willing to speak at the user group meeting next
Jason showed a lot of promise, but his heart really isn't in it. This quote
from his very first email to me clarifies his level of commitment
as a stalker:
"Anyways, your name doesn't sound familiar to me, so I hope that we haven't
Oh yeah! Can you feel the love?
course, there was Jeff McWherter.
Jeff approached me this year at Tech Ed to discuss a talk that I had given a
month earlier over a 1,000 miles away. Truthfully, Jeff was just being
conversational, but I jumped all over his pleasantries with cries of, "Ha!
You're my stalker now buddy!" Lately, I've been questioning
how seriously Jeff has been taking his roll as a stalker. Recent encounters have
involved him darting around corners while I shout, "HEY! Aren't you going to stalk me!? Why aren't you going through my
trash or taking distant, blurry photos of me?"
I guess that I've just been trying too hard.
Finally, I have real stalker of my very own:
That's right Dan. I read your blog, and I saw your
After seeing this photo, I'll be sleeping with one eye open.
A stalker of my very own.
I've finally arrived.