A movie trailer full of backstabbing and family drama played during “Shear Genius” reruns last weekend, and halfway through, I thought, Hey, this doesn’t look bad. And then the name popped up–Tyler Perry’s The Family That Preys–and I thought, Ugh. Nevermind.
My best friend Tracey sent me a link to an entry Kate Harding wrote about the rewards and curses associated with naming your blog after yourself a couple of months ago, and it really got me to thinking. I mean, it’s not like I expect Katie Ett to become a household name any time soon (although look at the way it just rolls off your tongue like one word), but I make no secret about the fact that I want to be
(Like, if it takes me creating an affiliate program with iPods and plasma TVs as payouts to get you to tell five of your friends about me, I’m not above that.)
I wrote to my blog-godfather, Aaron, and he said, “You could be really clever about it, and spell your name phonetically. ‘KT Ett’s Unapologetically Mundane (Like KT Tunstall, only Less Musical and More Mundane)’. That way, you’re protecting yourself from cyberbullying AND getting your full name out there.” But ultimately, I’m too narcissistic for even that.
So my name is hanging out nonchalantly above my banner now. It may turn all of my bitterest enemies away from a blog they might otherwise not hate–much like seeing Tyler Perry’s name attached to any movie automatically means I’ll go to great lengths to avoid seeing it–but maybe it’ll make one person remember who I am.
Plus, I’ve always really liked the idea of having a nonviolent-but-creepy-all-the-same stalker, so I’m cutting out half the work for you.
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It’s been YEARS since you last mentioned me in your journalblogwhateverthehellyouarethesedays.
If I’m your Internet godfather, does this mean I get custody of Unapologetically Mundane in the event of your death? Or will it become a ward of the state?
I hope it’s the former. If so, when you die, I won’t announce it, and I’ll keep blogging like nothing happened, pretending to be you. After all, I’ve known you for so long. I know all your tricks. I know what makes your readers tick. I’m basically Katie Ett 3000.
It’s been YEARS since you cared more about me than all those other hussies like Welfy and Beth. I’m trying to rekindle the fire. Although it should be noted that I spell the spaghedeity in spaghedeity.livejournal.com wrong every single time I type it.
I suppose that does make you its legal guardian, but I’m pretty sure you’re held accountable to the state and have to do what’s in the best interests of the child. So no turning it into a porn site or whathaveyou.
Hey, why do you get to be a BETTER version of me?
Um, we spent almost the whole first day we were together talking about you. So, you’re pretty much the cool kid at school, and we’re the dorks who pretend that we don’t care about you, but truthfully wish we could be your best friend.
Dude, what was in that package you texted me about? Admit it: It was a bomb.
You know, I saw the trailer for that latest Tyler Perry movie and had the exact same reaction. And then I thought about the conversation we had about Kate Harding’s post and about throwing your name around. And now I read this post.
I think we’re the same person.
But Katie, all of us already know that you’re hopelessly narcissistic, but we love you anyway. That’s part of your charm. So why start balking at being narcissistic now? It’s just a little late for that, honey.