CREEPY . . .

OK, I know this is a web log.
I know it's on the World Wide Web.
I know random people must be able to come across it at one point or another.
I know I shouldn't expect such a work of utter brilliance to be contained to just my select group of invitees.
(Oh, wait, I was being facetious.)

But it's STILL CREEPY knowing that you are reading this and I don't know who you are.
Who are you?
What is your name?
How did you find me?
And why can't you tell when I'm being serious and when I'm not?