Even in the midst of a contretemps about anonymous/pseudonymous blogging, you can still see a shining example of the value of the personal touch (even if you don't really know who is doing the touching):
Blogger A outs the personal information of anonymous Blogger B: theoretically, this is a bad thing, but it's your job to watch your own back and that's just the cost of doing business, and who are we to say whether Blogger A is a bad person or has even done anything wrong.
Anonymous Blogger B gets the best of *me* in an argument over Twitter four years ago: Blogger B is an asshole.
(Now the part that's specific here.)
When I first started this I actually tried to keep everything separate: my online persona (here and on discussion boards), my playwriting persona (who is now officially declared dead after seven years of inactivity, I think), and my "real" life. Eventually, they all got merged together for the most part. I don't even remember ever watching any James Bond movie all the way through, so I can't say that has any influence. I think it was just my way of internally handling all the little "circles" that I ran in that basically have no other intersection: family, hometown, math, work, puzzles, mahjongg, etc; plus the idea that leading a double life was somehow "cool". (I actually still think this, for some reason.) I have these groups running wild on my Facebook, and they all seem to ignore each other just fine, so I guess there's no need for me to have a bunch of different names.
Program notes: I am now on Twitter, for good or for ill. The handle is