An Occasional (as opposed to a Periodical) font of infalliable wisdom concerning, well, mostly boardgames, books, and life as a navel-gazing pseudointellecutal thirty-year-old hip-deep in grad school.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Shh!

There's a lot I can't talk about here--which is a real shame, since it's where a lot of my best stories come from these days.

Back when I worked retail, there was a never-ending stream of Customer Stories (or, when I worked in another area, Supplier Stories) that I could issue forth on command. I could be pretty public with these--after all, there were countless customers and none of them knew my name, and my picture isn't on here. There's no way it could turn into an Issue.

Now, there's a problem. I have student/fellow grad student/department stories for days, and none of them will see the light of day here. I don't have very many students, or fellow grad students, and all of them know who I am and for all I know will Google me one sunny day and bam, instant crisis for Alfred, even if I change the names. This venue is way too public.

(So catch me alone sometime, and the stories will flow...)

Which means I have to make up new stories, many of them dealing with games and scholarship, that being What I Do and all. It's tough, though, knowing that I'm holding back from y'all...