Readers of this blog who delve into the comments on each post may have noticed that a number of individuals with names that sound like characters from Kenneth Eng stories have been spamming this blog with several addresses where I once lived in Berkeley and San Francisco. I'm afraid the culprit is Kenneth Eng -- who also posted these same addresses in his Amazon blog before it was taken down.
After spotting my addresses popping up on Eng's blog and elsewhere, I tracked down Eng's home address and phone number in New York City. My roommate, who wasn't too pleased to see his address showing up on the interwebs, gave Eng a call -- and to his surprise, he wound up having a nice little chat with Eng's mother. Apparently Eng lives with his mom, and she screens his phone calls. When my roommate asked to speak to Eng, he overheard Eng's mother having a conversation with little Kenneth about whether he should take the call. But my roommate is a very polite Canadian boy, so he decided to hang up rather than troubling the Eng family further.
Here is my point: I am NOT posting Eng's phone number or address, nor am I suggesting that anybody call his poor mum and bother her again. If Eng wants to criticize my writing publicly, which is what I did to him, then I welcome his critiques. But posting my address in a public forum is not cool. And I'm sure Eng's mum wouldn't want to know that her nice son does things like that. Got it, Kenneth? Now chill out.
