you don't know me and i've been reading your site for years.

You have no clue who I am, yet I check your site daily. Although I probably wouldn't recognize you on sight, and I feel kind of proud for that. No creepy-stalker-dude vibe here.

You don't know me either, althoug we have talked a few times through e-mail. In fact, not only do you NOT know me, but you don't KNOW anybody who KNOWS me. I'm from the mid-west, I'm a totally random reader (I think). I can't really remember what brough me here, but I've been reading several times a week for a few years now.

Weird.

Same.
I know none of the regular cast of wonko characters, but find myself strangely compelled to read their blogs. Not as regular as wonko.com, of course.

I think I stumbled upon this site from a slashdot link by some kid named wonko years ago.

I'm in Australia.

The weather here (Beijing) is excellent - warm, but not too hot. I have not yet met any random Chinese people who read your website. Not that I know of, anyway - maybe they all do and I just haven't asked.

To visit this site almost daily, I started reading wonkoslice a few years ago and now have a compulsion to check wonko.com every day near enough, I think we all do it just before work we have a few sites we check out before even thinking of doing anything.. mine in order are Slashdot, wonko, dailyrot, bbc then anywhere my mouse takes me after that, then at around 10am some work finally gets done :) – weather in the UK is cold, but spring is starting.

Been reading the site for years, read through RSS these days, commented a few times, but doubt you know me and I'm very unlikely to even get the chance to recognize you on sight considering I'm in the UK and a rather un-visited (by 'mericans) city called Hull.

I don't remember how I first found your site, but it was probably off of slashdot. I emailed you once a very long time ago about successful community sites; your response was really positive. I also used to use your PHPSlice extensively on my site (whyrun.com - now defunct). I tend to visit your site every few days and am always amused by the spin you put on things. It seems that many people live vicariously through you and your site, perhaps more than you realize. We felt excitement when you purchased the WRX, sad when it was damaged, and amused by the Pie Trip. Keep up the good work! Oh, and the weather here in San Antonio (not as exotic as China) is nice and sunny.

Cute sly reference to HHGTTG.

What? Where?

Er - "Young Zaphod plays it safe" - thought it was intentional.

I read your site almost every day, and e-mail you , and envy all these great PHP things you write. I look at the code and think "Wow, this is pure genious." However, I live nowhere near you and wouldn't be able to recognize you if I ever did see you. But, you can just walk around and know you're famous anyway.

... and I know where you live, where you work, and where you sleep, and even WHERE YOUR CAT SLEEPS!! I 0WN20R J00!! All your base are belong to us...

Nah, nevermind- false stalker alarm- just a random roommate. Nope, no psycho internet stalkers here...

I think I found your site from someone's reads daily list, and I check in from time to time. Most of the people I hang out with are tech types, and would probably have a site similar to yours if they bothered to create one. It's almost like checking in on a long lost acquaintance from High School... even though I don't know who the hell you are... but somehow, I care whether or not your car is fixed, or your wrist is better. Go figure.

Aha! No, completely unintentional. The reference was to Three Days of the Condor, in which Robert Redford is a CIA researcher who plays it safe after someone kills everyone at his office.

I live 15 miles away from a city called Hull here in the states.

I've read your site with astonishing regularity ever since discovering Slashdolt, back in freshman year. I'm always impressed by the quality of your writing, design, and code. In a world dominated by clashing colors and obnoxious opinions, I find myself amused, intrigued, sometimes (late night) frightened by your adventures. Pity about your hand, too. :-(

Also: Meep, I seem to recall Evan showing me a picture of you, although I am most likely mistaken in this regard. How's school in China?

I first met Wonko about 20 years ago in a stuffy, sterile hospital room. We grew up together - usually as best friends, but occasionally at each other's throat. Wonko taught me so much when I was little - how to burn ants with a magnifying glass, how to make a spaceship out of legos, the best Saturday morning cartoon-watching snack (uncooked Quaker oatmeal - straight from the container), and the correct way to eat Lucky Charms (which consisted of dumping the whole box on the kitchen table and picking out only the marshmallows). He taught me the art of dying convincingly when we played Cowboys and Indians with the old lazertag guns that had once belonged to our uncles (for those of you who don't know, when you get shot you're supposed to clutch your chest, bend your knees, grimace, and collapse on to the floor, spread-eagle, with your tongue hanging out the side of your mouth and your eyes squeezed shut).

I remember when Wonko wrote his first computer game (he was what, 9 years old?). Who could have known he'd grow up to be the "celebrity" he is today - with fans all over the world who read his page, share his joys and his sorrows and idolize him for his PHP code? To all of you out there who read this page, I just want to let you know that I am and always have been Wonko's biggest fan. I have spent my entire life looking up to him and seeking his approval. He wears several titles, among them "geek," "software engineer," "pie aficionado," and of course, "Wonko," but one of the most honorable and special titles anyone could have is Big Brother, and Wonko has definitely earned that one.

So yeah, I’m pretty sure I’d recognize him if I were to bump into him, say, at Hollywood Video.

Love,
"Ri-Ri"

Wow. That's sweet. Thanks for not mentioning how I constantly picked the lock on your diary, organized my friends to carry out covert assault operations on your friends when they spent the night, and forced you to be the damsel in distress in all my homemade movies.

Now I look like a hero!

Yeah, and don't forget the spies you organized in high school to watch my every move, the threats you made to my friends and me when you got your first pocket knife, and the merciless teasing about some loser guy that you insisted I had a crush on in 4th grade. Like I said, we weren't ALWAYS best friends... :)

I had spies? I threatened you with a knife? I teased you about crushing on some guy? I don't remember those things.

Huh. Maybe having a really bad memory is really an INTP thing? Now, that would be a relief, for some inexplicable reason.

Risa likes B.J.!!

Well, it looks like somebody's memory is still intact.
Y'know, I never did figure out what B.J. stands for...

I've been busy and haven't posted in a while, but you'll probably remember me being on here every now and then...I check back less often (life got busy) but hey, what matters is that I DO check in....

I think I got here through a slashdot comment as well...back in the wonkoslice days. Amusing.