Now that you know, you know I'll have to kill you

So Amy is officially in on my little blogging secret. We were just sitting there at the restaurant waiting for the Yellow Tuna Tartar to arrive and I couldn't resist.

I'm surprised she didn't find out sooner - what with the blogger dashboard constantly hanging out in my favourites and all. Not that she's a snoop. At all. It's just that she's always borrowing my laptop to watch Netflix and, well, I though maybe she put two and two together and was just waiting for me to bring it up - as has been done in the past. Not so. Well, at least i know she's not snooping.

It was an interesting reaction. First she told me how she had also been thinking about starting a blog, which caught me by surprise. Then she wanted to know what my blog was about, to which I explained that it was quite personal and that she should probably just read it. To which she replied that she didn't necessarily have to read it if I didn't want her to. Then she asked me if I had written about her. Naturally. (I recall similar questions about Kamikaze songs in the past. "What's that song about? Who's the monkey on your shoulder? Is it about me?") I told her she should probably just read the blog.

Then she asked why Dead Air Nostalgic? To which I explained - for the first time, I might add - that aside from just sounding good to my ears and not being the name of someone else's blog, band, t-shirt company or what not, it was a reference to a longing for inner silence. To which she asked me how exactly I had introduced her in the blog.

To which I replied that she should really just read the blog. Then I changed the subject.