January 30, 2006

Mysterious lurker

About a week ago on a day when I was working at home, I was glancing at my sitemeter and I saw the address of Small Green College, where I teach. That could mean only one thing: a student had discovered my blog.

Even though I use a pseudonym to prevent students from finding the blog, I didn't get too panicky at the thought. I really like my students, and I think most of them could handle reading my blog. I fully expected, when I went to campus on Monday, for student to tell me that he or she had discovered my blog.

But no student spoke up.

Then I started to feel strange. Normally, when a student googles me and reads stuff of mine, she can't wait to tell me. It seemed funny that a student would discover a pseudonymous blog, know that it was me, and not say anything to me at all.

Then I noticed that the times seemed peculiar for a college student. What college student would look at my blog at 7:13 am? The thought that the lurker was someone OTHER than a student did freak me out a little. Was this someone from the administration? Another faculty member? What reason would they have for reading my blog?

The hits indicated that this was a person who had the same schedule as me. In fact, what was really creepy is that my blog stalker seemed often to be on at the exact same time as me. And the day that I went through my archives looking for something, opening a zillion pages, my blog stalker did the same thing.

Yeah. You guessed it. My new laptop, which is configured to use both the campus wireless and my home wireless, was sometimes giving out my campus information even when I was at home.

In other words, I am my own stalker.

30 comments:

Matthew said...

That's funny! It sounds like a Poe story, actually. What was that one about the Doppelganger? "William Wilson?" Or was it Arthur Gordon Pym? You could write this up as a modern day retelling. If Kathy Acker were writing it, she'd even give it the same title and use the same character names as the Poe story.

liz said...

You are just so cute!

~profgrrrrl~ said...

Yes, my laptop carries the IP for a while too and I've had similar freakouts :)

Stroll said...

lol

That's happened to me before...but, honestly it wouldn't have been too big a coincidence that though its from your campus, it a) wasn't one of your students or b) was one of your students who didn't figure out it was you. You're pretty widely read and linked you know. :)

Lisa V said...

Very funny. It sounds like something I would think. I have a friend who had the same problem as couple of bloggers were posting. So earlier this year I gave her their URL's. You guessed it, she recognized me in the comments last month. So now someone has found me. However I like her, and trust her. But it's odd that someone you didn't intend to read your blog now has access to it. My own fault though.

Deb said...

Too funny!

And I agree with Liz: you're just too cute!

Phantom Scribbler said...

Laughing.

BrightStar said...

I am cracking up on so many levels. 1. I have had the SAME experience. 2. You are too cute in how you write about it.

Songbird said...

Well, I thought my readership was up until I realized that allowing Site Meter to count my visits to RevGalBlogPals also caused it to count my visits to Set Free. It was easy to be fooled, since it kept saying this visitor was from an "Unknown Country."
You are your own stalker; I am my own unknown reader.

Girl said...

Yup...I have to add..I too have freaked myself out and convinced myself of my imminent firing...and then realized that I was the person from my company that was so intently reading my blog.

peripateticpolarbear said...

hee hee.

Mrs. Coulter said...

That is too funny! Lee's laptop sometimes does the same thing to my blog. At first, I thought there was someone from his large state university who was reading RoH...who was also using MacOSX...who was on just when he was reading what I wrote...hey wait a minute! A lesson not to get too caught up in Sitemeter...oh you do know that you can set Sitemeter to ignore visits from your own browser?

BeachMama said...

That is too funny. At least you figured out who it was before it drove you too crazy ;)

chichimama said...

I've done that too with the laptop. Seems like you figured out pretty fast though!

Friday Mom said...

HA!

ccw said...

LMAO!!

I saw that coming and it was still hysterical.

listmaker said...

That's so funny!

Kathryn said...

Reminds me of Winnie the Pooh and Piglit tracking the woozle...
and also makes me peverseley glad that I'm too mean to pay for the version of sitemeter that allows you to see where your hits come from. Mine just tells me that I have a certain number, and that's it.

Bardiac said...

This cracked me up! I've so been there, done that.

Don't worry, a specially made tin foil hat and reflective sunglasses will protect you from knowing seeing what you're doing. /nod

zelda1 said...

I am still laughing, not at you but with you. I, too, have had similar incidents. The most recent, while not a cyber incident, was I thought someone was on my patio. EVery time I was at my desk, which faces the patio, I saw a shadow and it looked like a big old head. I didn't tell Mr. Zelda because he often laughs at my paranoia, so when my son was visiting, I tell him that I think someone is lurking outside my office door, out on the patio. He waits until dark and while I am writing away, I say in whisper, "There he is." My son laughs and laughs. Yes, it's my own reflection. The light behind me, yeah and I have a science degree. Go figure.

halloweenlover said...

too funny, Jo(e)!

Jane Dark said...

I, too, am my very own stalker. Kind of creepy, before I figured it out...

Dr.K said...

This reminds me of my favorite song:

Now many, many years ago, when I was twenty-three,
I was married to a widow who was pretty as could be.
This widow had a grown-up daughter who had hair of red.
My father fell in love with her, and soon they, too, were wed.

This made my dad my son-in-law and changed my very life,
My daughter was my mother, cause she was my father's wife.
To complicate the matter, even though it brought me joy,
I soon became the father of a bouncing baby boy.

My little baby then became a brother-in-law to Dad,
And so became my uncle, though it made me very sad.
For if he was my uncle, then that also made him brother
Of the widow's grown-up daughter, who, of course, was my stepmother.

Father's wife then had a son who kept him on the run,
And he became my grandchild, for he was my daughter's son.
My wife is now my mother's mother, and it makes me blue,
Because, although she is my wife, she's my grandmother, too.

Now if my wife is my grandmother, then I'm her grandchild,
And everytime I think of it, it nearly drives me wild,
For now I have become the strangest case you ever saw
As husband of my grandmother, I am my own grandpa!

Chorus:
I'm my own grandpa.
I'm my own grandpa.
It sounds funny, I know, but it really is so,
Oh, I'm my own grandpa.

Mieke said...

GOOF BALL

Girl said...

Dr. K...that is MY most favorite Children's song EVER!! That and Grandma's Feather Bed. Thanks for sharing it!!

-girl

DaniGirl said...

Priceless, jo(e)! Not content to be our own worst enemy, overachievers must also be our own stalker too.

Rana said...

*raises hand*

Yes, I too have stalked myself. *grin*

It's somewhat useful information; I now know that I shouldn't ever post on an unfriendly blog from either of the wireless networks in town -- both of them have their identifying information right in the ISP.

Ah, life in blogland...

Dr.K said...

Thanks, girl. I first heard that song when the professor in my "Human Genetics" class played it during an exam. We had three chances to listen and draw the family tree. No lie!

Savtadotty said...

I remember Maury Amsterdam sang "I'm my own grandpa" when I was a kid. I loved it.

Midwestern Deadbeat said...

Ha!

Just discovered your blog through Iowadrift, and even though I'm late joining the conversation, I couldn't resist chiming in to say I've done the exact same thing. (Even worse, I've done it more than once, as sitemeter resets every time I clear my cache. Duh.)

Nice writing, btw. I'll come back to visit soon.