I avoided MySpace and Facebook for a long time. But, recently, because of Facebook, I got to reconnect with a friend from highschool. Well, in our discussions we drifted back to a discussion of our pricipal, Beverly Barnhart. I related the story of how Mrs. Barnhart held my diploma so that she could tell my mother that I "would never amount to anything".

Well, I mispelled her name and Melissa called me on it. So, I googled Mrs. Barnhart to check. (Yes, I was wrong.) What I found was an article in the local paper announcing that Mrs. Barnhart had been honored for contributions to local education. I had to respond to the article. I couldn't avoid it. As a direct response to the assertion that I would never amount to anything I mentioned that I'd started my own business that's now globally known. This is the truth. I have fans on every continent except Antarctica. But, i didn't want to make such a claim if my own google search didn't hold up to scrutiny. So, I googled "Woody Hearn" so see what came up.

Most of what appears is your typical "minor internet celebrity" fare. Links to interviews, comments I've made, hotlinks to my artwork, etc. I amused myself by going to the links I didn't know about. Around about page 10, I found a link to rogerebert.suntimes.com. Now, I remember giving Roger Ebert the business after he slammed video games. What I didn't know is that the SunTimes had comandeered a comic and part of the associated writeup (along with other comments from the gaming community) to serve as a counterpoint to Mr. Eberts comments.

I was a bit shocked. How had I not known about this at the time? I remembered how out in the open I am with my work and my opinions. And I suddenly felt very, very exposed. I won't be changing how I handle myself and this comic. It is who I am. I just have to remember from time to time to remind myself that the world is watching.

I can set up a security detail for you. You can travel in style with your own bodyguards in a limo like the proper celebrity you now are

The proper amount of security for my level of celebrity is one of your business cards clicking through the spokes of my bicycle.

Perhaps having an unloaded squirt gun holstered on your side at all times.

Now I have this funny image in my head. Ted walking down the hall at night and coming thru a doorway to find you in PJ’s with one of those semi clear neon green squirt guns pointed at his head saying “You don’t even know how close I came.”

Actually you did have a fan in Antarctica. I used to work there from 2001-2006 and would visit regularly.

Sometimes, it's fun to be completely wrong. Thanks BobV! **grins**