Wait, what?

Incidentally, I find it moderately strange that I can go to a bookstore and pick up Real Books by Real Authors, then go and read their blog posts about Froot Loops, or society design for colony ships.

I find it entirely strange that I can make my own blog posts that contain links to theirs.

Tea, Earl Grey. Hot. Look at that, I did it again! Amazing.

I guess... I grew up with books just being things that were created in some parallel reality, entirely separated from mine except for like a hole for books to travel through. Authors, much like teachers, weren't really real people, with their own lives just like mine. Well okay, not just like mine because obviously they didn't have to spend all their time doing homework, jeez.

But now some of my friends are teachers, and they're just my friends, you know? We hang out and they complain about their coworkers and talk about their hopes and dreams. I guess it isn't a surprise that authors are real people too; maybe it's just the realization of "hey neat these guys have blogs. Wait a minute... I have a blog too!"