I have a little secret. Well, more than one, but there is only one that I’m going to share today. By day, I’m an average (below average some would say) C# coder from the Great White North. Like most Canadians, I’m pretty quiet, and relatively polite.
I spend my days consulting for local companies. I take the odd trip to code camps (Victoria, Calgary, Phoenix to name a few) and user groups to speak about various things – TDD and Mono in particular. I even blog occasionally about various things related to .NET developing, but nothing to offensive because that wouldn’t be… Canadian (eh).
And yet, by night, after the samoyed has been walked and the kids are put in to bed, I fire up my RSS feed aggregator and start making notes on so me of the things I read. All kinds of notes. Not always nice notes. Some of these notes get blogged. Now, how can I blog these not-nice things and still maintain the facade of a nice, quiet Canadian? Why, I use a nom-de-plume (yes, here in Canada we have French too). Yes, today I confess to the greatest mystery in modern times.
No, I was not on the grassy knoll on November 22, 1963.
Even more diabolical: I am the Alt.Net Pursefight blogger. Yes, I am claiming to be the diabolical genius behind that blog. For those who were/are offended by the blog, you now can now Blame Canada for your displeasure.
Apologizes to Scott Bellware, who I understand is living in fear now due to everybody thinking it’s him. The next time I see him I shall have to make amends with a bottle of Laphroaig. I’m sure that the presence of this single-malt will cause the Igloo Coder to crawl out of the woodwork, but this is the price of penance.