by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner
Ahhh, my Webstats. How very addictive you are. Nobody reads this blog. Maybe 100 people a day and, from what I can tell, I have a few stalkers who are completely obsessed with what I write…and everyone else. Given that at the moment, I’m a complete and total nobody, anyone who is obsessed with me must know me in some direct, personal capacity.
I’m not the easiest person to get along with — let me tell you — so I doubt my stalkers have a very high opinion of me. I simply assume their hate reading this blog because of this or that slight I do towards them at some point.
Anyway, the reason why I bring any of this up is the curious case of someone in Hong Kong looking at this site. I used to live in Asia, so it is within reason to believe that it’s just some bonkers expat from way back when curious as to what I’m doing these days.
But that’s no fun. I’m a “delusional jerk with a good heart” as the late Annie Shapiro once said, so let’s be delusional and think of other possibilities. Whomever it was, was first interested in ROKon Magazine, the magazine I started with Annie way back when. Which leads me to believe it might — might — be Jennifer 8. Lee, who I did a personality profile of for the magazine. I think she’s got family from Hong Kong, so maybe she had some reason to look me up?
But it gets more curious — they came back again through my Instagram account, as if they were doing a general search of me. I am delusional, so there’s only one other person I can think of with a link to Hong Kong who might be that interested in me — Alexa Chung or one of her “people.” Ha. That would be hilarious.
And, yet, that’s really, really reaching.
Then, there’s a somewhat more ominous possibility — someone has been given a tip as to what a great story the rise and fall of ROKon Magazine is. The story of what happened to me and Annie with that fucking magazine is so great that huge chunks of a five novel thriller series is a direct interpolation of the events of that brief moment in late 2006 – early 2008 when some very dramatic, interesting things happened to both me and Annie in an explosion of Oscar -worthy depicted events.
I mean, Holy Shit.
But I long ago realized that if that story is ever going to be told, it won’t be told in a 1 to 1 way. It will be told, like it is now, as part of a far more obvious story. Anyway, lulz, nothing matters.
