Yesterday, Andrew was hanging around on an IRC channel for Haskell programming (yeah, he’s a geek). The topic, of course, isn’t always programming, and someone there who had a new baby was talking about the experience of being a father and Andrew, of course, had to volunteer that he’s got children and people started exchanging baby picture links and eventually someone said to Andrew…
“Is your significant other named bonni?”
“Yes,” my husband replied. “Why, do you know her?”
“Well, no,” replied the other. “But I’ve been to BonniNet a few times.”
I thought that was kinda weird, but I later found out that the other person is Australian, and that explains it a little better. See, I’m a member of not one but two Aussie type blogging rings, so I wouldn’t be surprised to think of someone stumbling across my site and staying to wander around it a bit.
And bonni (that’s how I sign my name on emails and posts and such; it’s my login name, so that’s how I end my posts, and it’s also how I sign my paintings and drawings and suchlike) is a pretty unusual name.
Anyway, Andrew said he just thought I’d find the story amusing, and I did. I particularly enjoyed it when he added, “So I’m basking in your reflected glory.”
Hehee. Well, yeah, I mean, I am pretty damned glorious and all…
