Comments on: In Which We Meet My Alter-Ego, Vanessa Simone

By: Alan

Alan — Mon, 15 Mar 2010 19:21:22 +0000

This is hilarious.

Reminds me of the time I became Sebastian, the venture capitalist at that bar in Lagos…

By: nicole antoinette

nicole antoinette — Sat, 13 Mar 2010 01:45:17 +0000

I think it’s time to create an SF alter ego. Let’s start drinking and brainstorming. Yep, I’m coming over to your side of the apartment. Here I come. Get ready.

(CREEPY CREEPY CREEPY)

By: Simon

Simon — Thu, 11 Mar 2010 16:57:19 +0000

Using a fake name is generally funny for a total of a whopping 9 seconds, at which point it usually hits the twilight zone area.

Although there is that moment at about four seconds where you start wondering how long you could get away with it. I’d believe your last name was Simone.

By: Vixations

Vixations — Wed, 10 Mar 2010 19:11:24 +0000

GOD, people are such fucking ego-maniacs!

Ahem.

Sorry about that. At least I know your name isn’t really Vanessa Simone. But that name is HOT and if you told me that was your name I’d definitely give you some research.

(as if I wouldn’t do that knowing your actual real name…)

I love you! Did you change the font here?

By: gothiktenkasen

gothiktenkasen — Tue, 09 Mar 2010 23:24:04 +0000

Okay, what sixteen year old needs a babysitter? Seriously.

That aside, I’d really love to hear more about this awesomely fake book that you were “researching” for.

By: Theresa Taylor

Theresa Taylor — Tue, 09 Mar 2010 07:01:23 +0000

He means, that you can into trouble, get slipped a mickey in your drink, get rapped, or something that may go really wrong.
And specially when you are rousing guys about a sex/love book. They may get the wrong idea about you and they may think you are a loose girl. Be careful what you want or wish for.

By: Colin Wright

Colin Wright — Tue, 09 Mar 2010 03:24:25 +0000

HA!

I think the only time a friend of mine tried to convince me to use fake names while visiting a different city, we were immediately asked for our ID’s at which point we looked like major assholes to the people we had just met.

You got balls, lady. Big brass ones.

By: Jamie Varon | A Life in Translation

Jamie Varon | A Life in Translation — Mon, 08 Mar 2010 21:37:36 +0000

I MEAN OH MY GOD GOOD POINT.

By: Kat

Kat — Mon, 08 Mar 2010 21:36:20 +0000

Wait, why did he have a babysitter at 16? ……………

By: Cornelius Aesop

Cornelius Aesop — Mon, 08 Mar 2010 20:16:43 +0000

Lol, sounds like a fun experience indeed, but phil has a point. Maybe you should change the whole author into a painter. Then well yeah…I’m sure you could devise a plot with that one – if all else fails just say you do abstract interpretations of the sex and the human body.