Some vandal broke into my computer and inserted some clumsy, inept prose into a document I had been working on. I know that I could not have written sentences that bad. Curiously, this person seemed to have had intimate access to my thoughts, since I recognize the ideas as my own. Maybe he thought he was doing me a favor by writing some rough notes for me to use later. "Menudo favor..."
That is really creepy
ReplyDeleteOh my God, I know this person too. He visits me quite often. :-)
ReplyDeleteReminds me of a Greg Brown song, "I Don't Know That Guy," which he often introduces by saying it's about his "evil twin":
ReplyDeleteWho's this fellow in my shoes, making you cry?
I don't know that guy.
Hm. I used to find that some highly intelligent person had been using my computer and organizing my files, and leaving useful notes I could work from. Sadly, she hasn't been coming around so often anymore; I keep having to do everything myself.
ReplyDeleteI'd like to borrow the highly intelligent person for a while. Does anybody know where she is? :-)
ReplyDeleteI just reread my own comments and saw that the unintelligent person came out as a "he", while the intelligent, organized one as a "she." Huh.
ReplyDeleteI'm sure that's pure coincidence.
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