I stumbled upon a fantastic little blog of some Web site I didn't know existed, only to find that the writer of said blog is perhaps the most brilliant human being alive. I've made a lot of enemies in my time, but never one I haven't heard of before. What's more, as obsessed as some of them can get, the near stalker-esque level of dedication and effort that this strange man has put into writing about me would almost be terrifying if it wasn't so funny.

At first I thought it was just isolated to one blog post about me, which would be nothing out of the ordinary, but then came another ... and another ... and another. In fact, I did a search for my name on his site and here are the creepy results:

Welcome to the writing of the not-so-pretty hate machine

From stalking me on Myspace, to projecting a nemesis complex onto me, this bizarre oddball might very well be the king of what some people have dubbed "Sterling haters." It is said that a man's success can be judged by both the number and the stupidity of his enemies -- I say that this means I've arrived. Seriously, he can't even write about BioShock with finding some way to mention my name.

Well, "Bouncyball," you have given me some late night lulz for sure, and I admire your willingness to turn your little blog into a site all about me. As for your promise to throw food at me and shout at me if we were ever in the same room, I'll be in London for the Guinness World Videogame Records book launch. Find a good place to snipe and take your obsession to the next level.