Identity Crises & the Art of Invisibility

[rhino]

Well, now that I've read that some people didn't know Fenway at the recent Bloomington event, I am reminded that I too seem to be slipping away from the INGO group consciousness.

On Sunday at South Central, a newish but not completely new INGO member had no idea who I was. In fact, he was on the INGO-enhanced squad, and was unaware of my identity. This is not the first time this has happened!

Naturally I chose the opportunity to claim to be others. Among them, I claimed to be Coach, Scutt01, BigCraig, EatMeerkats, bwframe, slow1911s.

Apparently my reputation does not always precede! In retrospect, perhaps that is a good thing. It may make my daily existence less prone to being on the receiving end of wanton tackling, co**punches, and other violence.

In fact, from now on, I'm layin' low. I'm going to be so unobtrusive and nondescript that not only will no one know who I am, you won't even notice I am around.

Being anonymous is good and I'm going to be it.

I mean it.

Seriously!

I'll be like a ninja, sneakin' around unnoticed, moving like the wind.

Really!

 

[Scutter01]

YouTube - The Onion: Ninja Parade Slips By Town Unnoticed Once Again

 

[pudly]

A rhino-ninja? Somehow, as soon as I get that image in my mind, it slips away again...

 

[obijohn]

i remember who you CLAIM to be....do you have any ID, boy?

 

[turnandshoot4]

I seem to do the same thing anymore. Stop in, give some rep, and back to the books.

 

[JByer323]

I'll be like a ninja, sneakin' around unnoticed, moving like the wind.

Do you constantly live in fear of being shop in the back by a .338 Lapua?

 

[bigcraig]

Stealthy?

Right..........................

 

[Scutter01]

You do not know fear and horror until you have been silently stalked through the forest by a tip-toeing rhinoceros. You hear a noise and TURN! Nothing there... He's ducked behind a blade of grass or perhaps a small sapling. Closer...closer...closer... AAAAUUUUGGGHHHH!!! HE'S RIGHT BEHIND YOU! AND HE'S NOT WEARING ANY PANTS! (Because he's a rhino, see? They don't wear pants.)

 

[bigcraig]

You do not know fear and horror until you have been silently stalked through the forest by a tip-toeing rhinoceros. You hear a noise and TURN! Nothing there... He's ducked behind a blade of grass or perhaps a small sapling. Closer...closer...closer... AAAAUUUUGGGHHHH!!! HE'S RIGHT BEHIND YOU! AND HE'S NOT WEARING ANY PANTS! (Because he's a rhino, see? They don't wear pants.)

Please stop, you are going to give me nightmares!


Wait.....what was that noise...........

 

[ATM]

No pants? Frying bacon must be painful.

 

[Lars]

They haven't invented a way to get the bleach into my brain without killing me yet. Scutter, I hate you!

 

[rhino]

I'm not even here when you guys are reading this message.

So that begs the question . . . if I'm not here, where am I?

You will all live in constant fear until I decide to return to the world of obviousness.

And until that time, I will avoid all of the violent tendencies I seem to provoke in susceptible individuals. They can't co**punch or tackle what they can't see.

And if by now you've figured out where I am while you're reading this, I've already moved!

 

[techres]

So that begs the question . . . if I'm not here, where am I?

I thought you were doing the "go back to study" thing with math, not french nihilism...

Trust me, that stuff does not impress the babes over 22, and is a one way trip to a job at Starbucks. It just ain't worth it...

 

[rhino]

I thought you were doing the "go back to study" thing with math, not french nihilism...

Trust me, that stuff does not impress the babes over 22, and is a one way trip to a job at Starbucks. It just ain't worth it...

I'd make more money, get benefits, and have a lot less stress at Starbucks!

Hmmm . . .