Creepy Eeriness.

Can't believe I haven't posted this yet- the dearth of new material here can be blamed squarely on Facebook, the funnest and most excellent social utility around. Go on, join if you haven't already. It knocks MyTwats into a cocked hat, let me tell you.

Anyway, what it is right is that last Thursday I received a letter all the way from Pasadena, California. A hand-mailed, stamped envelope with a yank postcode, with my full name and address hand-written on the front.

And I have no fucking clue who it's from.

Obviously I've scanned it for your perusal. Check out the lunacy:

Envelope (front). Envelope (back). And, the main event- The Document. I've 'shopped out my name from the top-left corner of the letter, and my address from the front of the envelope, obviously.

It uses the same sort of language as a sham psychic trying to cold-read a punter; vague references to my job, to Christmas, to my love-life and so on, but the back-story... this letter has a plot- the bit about Rick "assisting some of us with the letter writing"... what the fuck is that supposed to mean? I feel like I've been sent the jumping-off point to some weird-ass ARG which I didn't sign up for. Maybe it's some viral marketing campaign, but I never give my real address (or my real name, for that matter) to anyone asking for it, so what the fuck? The return address on the envelope is a PO box, which struck me as weird but I'm told that plenty of Americans use PO boxes for their mail. I don't know what to think... other than that I must reply. I feel like Bill Pullman in Lost Highway, being sent clips of my life by an unknown observer. If I'm honest I'm quite enjoying it, which is another reason why I have to reply- it's fun getting letters from fuck-knows-who and I want another one.

Any ideas, anyone? What might this mean?