Editor's note: Egan left a present in my site last night. I had almost forgotten I gave him access. His unedited version is in black. My response Reality is in this color.
Egan is a cool (and humble, don't forget humble) former co-worker of mine that I never got to know all that well (when we both worked together in the same office and didn't know what the hell a blog was).
Right before I left his current company I told him he better keep in touch or else (actually...I sent an email to all the people left at the company I didn't want to murder and shared my email so people could stay in touch).
I even introduced him to Instant Messaging (if he says so) and then blogging (Damn straight. I setup french word of the day and then added him as a contributor long before les singes was even a twinkle in his eye. I think even after he started posting on the french site I still had to convince him setting up his own site would be a good idea).
I had to pull out all the stops so I could stalk my favorite former co-worker. (Um, okay. I don't know exactly what that means but it reminds me of a funny story. At one point, Egan got totally paranoid and had this wild idea that Murphy and Sprizee were the same person. Like I have time for TWO blogs, let alone writing about a city I've never seen before. Um, anyways, moving on.)
I had no idea what sort of monster I had created (well I had some idea which is why I encouraged him in the first place) when I suggested he start blogging (but what I didn't realize is that less than a year later Egan would be completely and utterly ADDICTED).
Now he's getting an insane amount of comments on his blog. (Yes, even if you're smart enough to do the math and remove the 25-50% which are his, it's still a crap load of comments...unless you do the male/female ratio and well, nevermind.)
Should I turn my back and ignore him forever? (Will I ever give him his birthday card from his birthday last May? Will I at least give it to him before his NEXT birthday? All valid questions.)
He rarely IMs me anymore because he very busy pimping his blog. (Tu mens! He's still always still trying to distract me from The Man which is very much appreciated.)
Well, I think he's too much fun (no such thing as too much) and I know he really cares about me. (Word. He's good people.)
He wouldn't try to convince me to buy a new Passat if he didn't care. (Or didn't work for Volkswagen.)