So, a Canadian blogger was denied entry to the US. Why? Because he was off to meet a bunch of other bloggers, and apparently the Immigration guy at the airport didn't believe him.
Check this dialogue out... And, while some bloggers have played up the "bloggers don't get no respect" angle, consider also the fannish implications:
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Him: Why would you visit someone in the states you’d never met? (I mentioned I was planning to visit several people whilst down there)
Me: Well, I have met most of them, but I’ve talked to them dozens or hundreds of times online.
Him: Do you have any of their phone numbers?
Me: No, but I talk--
Him: You can’t talk to someone without a phone number. Stop lying to me.
Me: No, really, I can talk from my computer to theirs--
Him: Don’t be a smartass. If you don’t have their phone number, and you’ve never met them, how can you have ever talked to them.
Me: … (at this point I’ve learned that sarcasm doesn’t help, nor does answering questions he doesn’t want to hear the answer to)
Him: So, you’re trying to tell me that you’re going to visit someone who you’ve never met, never talked to, and who knows nothing about you? And I’m supposed to believe this?
Me: … (This was two hours in, and minutes before I demanded to be released)
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I'm pretty sure we didn't have too many phone numbers during the TAFF trip, for example. Though maybe
akirlu can comment on that.
{from Leslie Winer, whose post was titled, EverWideningGap. Clicked to by way of Doc Searls, while just cruising around.}
Check this dialogue out... And, while some bloggers have played up the "bloggers don't get no respect" angle, consider also the fannish implications:
*^*^*
Him: Why would you visit someone in the states you’d never met? (I mentioned I was planning to visit several people whilst down there)
Me: Well, I have met most of them, but I’ve talked to them dozens or hundreds of times online.
Him: Do you have any of their phone numbers?
Me: No, but I talk--
Him: You can’t talk to someone without a phone number. Stop lying to me.
Me: No, really, I can talk from my computer to theirs--
Him: Don’t be a smartass. If you don’t have their phone number, and you’ve never met them, how can you have ever talked to them.
Me: … (at this point I’ve learned that sarcasm doesn’t help, nor does answering questions he doesn’t want to hear the answer to)
Him: So, you’re trying to tell me that you’re going to visit someone who you’ve never met, never talked to, and who knows nothing about you? And I’m supposed to believe this?
Me: … (This was two hours in, and minutes before I demanded to be released)
*^*^*
I'm pretty sure we didn't have too many phone numbers during the TAFF trip, for example. Though maybe
{from Leslie Winer, whose post was titled, EverWideningGap. Clicked to by way of Doc Searls, while just cruising around.}