Great, now I have to start looking over my shoulder again.

Do you ever worry that something you write will come back to haunt you? Oh, I don't mean piss off some reader or offend some special interest group—I figure that's a given. I mean get you into serious trouble.

For instance, today I cross-posted the following on Twitter/Facebook:

"There are no bad kids…well, except for the possessed, and maybe those pesky aliens masquerading as humans."

Suddenly I had this mental image of some Evil Alien Overload (henceforth known as EAO ©) perusing Facebook when it comes across my post, and shakes its tentacle in the air muttering, "How did he know? We must stop him!"—in subtitles of course.

The next thing you know I'm being hunted by intergalactic gollywoggles who try to disintegrate me with their laser grenades (and subsequently provide everyone just outside the lethal blast area with free corrective eye surgery) in a high speed car chase through the city of Barrie. Of course I have no trouble avoiding them seeing as they're still in child form and can't drive—well, all except for their Section Commander who has its learner's permits but still isn't allowed on the highway.

I figure I can take them, as long as they don't enlist those demon kids to help them.