If you work with me, don't read this. It's a secret.

I haven't figured out if it's a good thing or not, though my vote is tending toward "this won't end well."

People at work have discovered Bramble Tamble, because I told a couple of trusted confidantes about it. The way that it came about is that some folks were discussing how all of their experiences with Doom should be compiled into a book form, because his ineptitude and idiocy both need to be immortalized.

Naturally, I spoke about writing about some of my own experiences, not only with him, but with other folks who work there; one thing led to another, and now I have random people coming up to me telling me one of two things:

1) "Oh my God, you are so funny" (read: "Oh my God, you are not funny.");
2) "I've been trying to find where you mention me."

Bramble Tamble is the closest that I will ever come to writing a tell-all book about my life, so that second quote is kind of cool - I can imagine people thumbing through the pages of a book trying to find mentions of them (especially since I don't use real names here). Warms the cockles, I guess.

Still, it can't end well. Mrs. Redenbacher said something to me yesterday about how it's inevitable that people will end up talking about it at the wrong times, and Doom will eventually find out about it and want to know the address. And that's probably true, although I can't imagine that he knows his internet from any particular hole in the ground.