There was a time I had an account over at Friendster.com, but I’ve since closed it for various reasons. I still do maintain a Johnny Balbona account over there but I don’t update it anymore since, well… Johnny Balbona died.
So anyway. Komikon contacted me saying that they partnered with Friendster to promote the upcoming 4th Philippine Komikon and said that I would be having a fan profile page over at Friendster. I’m not too familiar with how things are done at Friendster, but I understand that a fan profile is different from a personal profile. In the latter you “Add as a Friend”, in the former, it’s “Become a Fan of”.
It’s up right now. Click here if you want to see. It’s “official” in the sense that I agreed to it, but as of this moment, I’m not in direct control of it. At least not yet. I’m told that they’d be passing the control eventually to me.
In all honesty, I do feel strange about all this “fan” business. Never in my life, in interviews, in this blog, and anywhere else have I considered or called anyone who like the work I do as “fans”. I am perfectly happy to be a fan of someone, as I am of people like Alex Niño, Bruce Springsteen, Alan Moore, Ricky Gervais, John Ritter, Neil Gaiman and so forth. But it feels damned strange the other way around. It feels very weird. It’s like setting me apart from other people and I really hate that. We’re all the same, and we all have jobs. I just happen to have a job which gets me a bit of attention. But I work no harder than someone who works at an office or restaurant or where ever.
I’d rather call the people who like my work as acquaintances, maybe even friends, given time. And it’s true. There are lots of instances I can think of where after meeting people who like my work they eventually became friends. Some of them even very good friends. And that’s what’s great about the job… I meet a lot of people. It can also have its downside because I’m so stupidly bad at remembering names. Many times I’d come across people I know by face and they would know my name but I wouldn’t remember theirs. It’s embarrassing. It’s a scene straight out of Extras.