The M Word (And Why I Hate It)
Sometimes when people email me, tweet to me or pop into the live feed chat room, they do something strange. They call me “master“. I detest this completely. In fact, I hate any attempt to take a worshipful stance toward me. It’s usually done with phrases like “all hail the great Thunt” or some similar barrage of statements meant to raise me above the ranks of mere mortals. Sure, I realise that this is either a light hearted joke or simply a tongue-in-cheek compliment, but it more than bugs me. Even worse, when I mention this in my live feed right after someone has addressed me in this manner, someone else almost always has to follow my request to stop, with a follow up “humourous” worshipful comment. “As you wish, almighty, MasterThunt“. I realise that this is all meant to be harmless kidding around, but… grrrrr.
So why does it bug me so much? Well, Goblins fans have become 95% of my social outlet. Other than my family, you guys are kind of like my best friends. Except I don’t actually know what most of you look like and we don’t actually hang out and do stuff in person. This is why I sometimes refer to you guys as my E-maginary friends. You know… E. Like ’email’. I don’t even really like the term “fans” and it took me years before I relented and used the word. Before that, you were always “readers”. Anyways, since Goblins fans are the closest thing I have to regular friends, I love to feel like we’re all just a bunch of folks who hang out together equally. I don’t like feeling as though everyone is gathered around me, I like to feel as though I’m just chillin’ like all the other Goblins folks. I too, want to stand amongst everyone else and say “Get this, guys, I think Dies Horribly is named that because he’s actually horrible at dying!” (Except I don’t say that, because I know it’s not true). So when people take that jokey, worshipful vibe with me, it separates me from my e-maginary friends. It puts me in the super tall chair, way over there in the far off corner where I can’t hang out with you anymore.
Also, I’m not a God. I’m some pasty faced, sarcastic geek from the forests of Canada.
As always, thanks for reading.