Mike Snyder, Museum Tower, and the Expectation of Anonymity

Lots happened this weekend on the little radio show I sometimes do with Old Man Schutze. For the first time, we disagreed on a topic, and that topic is Mike Snyder. I think J-Schu is going to write about this in his column today or tomorrow, so I won’t try to summarize his take here. Suffice to say that he has an interesting angle, albeit one that disintegrates when caught in the white-hot glare of my omniscient mind tower.

More interesting is the guy who called in doing the whole “Ohhhh, you think DARKNESS is your ally?” thing with his voice: FrontBurner’s own Wylie H.! He weighs in on the role of anonymous commenters, why it’s okay if he’s anonymous and not Mike Snyder, etc. Also, Jim tries to out him but fails. I, however, reveal the true identity of Wylie H. It’s not who you think.

Listen and enjoy. Watch at your own risk. We are not handsome men.

P.s.: See if you can pinpoint the exact moment at which Jim asks a question that would have driven Tim to ranting insanity. I’ll reveal it later in the comments.

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Comments

  • Wylie H Dallas

    The New York Times: Fake Comments Muddy a Debate in Dallas

    http://www.nytimes.com/2013/08/07/arts/design/fake-comments-muddy-a-debate-in-dallas.html

  • Wylie H Dallas

    So…. When do you plan to do the “reveal?” I like the mental image of driving Tim to ranting insanity.

  • Eric Celeste

    It’s when Jim says that maybe this is just a smokescreen so the Nasher can leave Dallas.

  • Jim Schutze

    Who’s not handsome? Speak for yourself, OK?

  • Jim Schutze

    The guy who just commented is not me.

  • Jim Schutze

    Eric, I tried to post a comment saying that the guy commenting above is not me, but the moderator killed it. Whuzzup?

  • Wylie H Dallas

    This blogging stuff is getting really confusing… I can’t figure out how to tell between the fake real people, the real fake people, the real real people and the fake fake people.

  • Wylie H Dallas

    Yeah, I don’t know about that.

  • Please Don’t Feed the Poet

    INTERVENTION REQUIRED

    It began all so innocently, a poem or two
    about this or that – a poetic “Thank you”
    to issues that caused a reaction emetic,
    to which I could not remain apathetic.

    EBJ, call her grandma, was such a delight
    with her collegiate giving, really a sleight
    of hands (off) to family, slightly ineligible
    and a response that sounded unintelligible.

    And Double Dip Joe, you scurvy devil!
    Double the payback and called it “level”.
    Doubtful if the tax man would just agree,
    a judge in Austin saw that it was not a felony!

    Pete Session, Rick Perry, Gohmert’s babies,
    John Wiley Price, it’s like political rabies.
    My cape made of words seen on Rhymezone,
    poetaster superhero, I remain unknown.

    It’s irresistable the urge to put words in verse,
    and deliver a slap that some might curse.
    And if I could control it to any degree,
    You’d never have had “Ode to the Weenie”.

    Peril is everywhere, systems are hacked,
    odds for anonymity, I know, are stacked.
    Is it really necessary to know me is me?
    If what I provide is a spirit d’esprit?

    Disclosure: This took 20 minutes. My boss is out of town. I don’t work for D empires. Leave me alone. xoxo.