You know...I've met a lot of people in "real life" that I met online through bookclubs or blogging...and whenever I meet them...one out of ten of these folks have the same question.
the question is always..."Who is Mr. Anchovy?"
He is almost always asked about and made my online friends very curious. Mr. Anchovy and I met when I was faking being some kind of student at a university. (I am a miserable student, terribly slow learner and have no business ever trying to pass as intelligent...)
Mr. Anchovy and I have been friends for a long long time. Now...a lot of people have this idea I am a hardass. I put my foot in my mouth, I say what I think. I do...its a curse. I've even upset people occassionally...
...but my beloved MisterAanchovy (who btw...introduced me to my husband Stagg) makes me look like a pussycat.
You do not want to be on the wrong side of any ethical debate or philosophical encounter with Mister Anchovy...I learned what little skills I have from him oh sensa...and here is an excellent example of why i love Mister anchovy so much....he has become a dog owner and is coming up against all the mysterious Toronto politics of dogs, school kids, neighbours, big money and zoning...check out this blog post...it's poetry...
...go get em Mister Anchovy!