According to Goodreads, I have written a book called Mr. Fingers.
I can’t decide if I should be amused or horrified.
Demand royalties. 
I guess we know your real name now.
A how-to experimentation manual for kids wondering about the marvels of gynaecology and proctology is pretty cool. I like it that they included latex gloves. Even if you didn’t think of it yourself, that is a stocking stuffer if I ever saw one.
It could be worse. I found out recently that I’m the wife of a mormon missionary.
The worst kept secret on the dope.
I’d be cautiously amused.
…and hey, I’m pretty sure you really are Julie Carter, the poet. Are you also Julie Carter, the medical malpractice book editor?
Nope. That one showed up on my profile a couple of weeks ago. The title just wasn’t as funny as Mr. Fingers. 
I Googled my mom the other day. It occurred to me that while we’ve got a fairly boring last name (in Germany at least), her first name is quite unique. So other than the weird coincidence that a famous rock star’s PR person has the same name, all of the links I found were about her.
Nothing too exciting…except the fact that her name is the name of a heroine in a romance novel. That would be awful weird to read!!
Click the link, you can search for your name too 
Perhaps you should lighten up on the Ambien.
Heh. Evidently I wrote Praying in Song: Hymns and Songs for Young People. Weird thing for a tone-deaf atheist to do.
My son has apparently been a best-selling author for many, many years. Everytime we walk past a huge stack of his books in the store, or one of his novels is made into a movie, I ask him why he’s always hitting me up for money when the royalty checks must be rolling in.
He says he’s as tired of that joke as me always saying “Home, James” when he would drive me in the car.
Eh, I have an unusual last name, and according to Google, I’m apparently a rabbi living in New York. With any luck, I’m sure any old high school classmates looking me up will be suitably bewildered.
Shalom.
I apparently directed a gay Canadian vampire detective porn movie. You think I would have remembered that.
All the googles of my name are me, and I’m boring as I remember making all those posts/instances mentioned online as happening to me 
Why can’t I have an alternate life as a tightrope walker or something:confused:
Seeing as there’s apparently a bunch of other people with the same name, I’m not sure that it’s particularly revealing or dangerous.
Apparently I was an Irish prostitute who worked in Iowa, back in the 1800s!
I am evidently a famous preacher in Alabama. And my best friend is a famous football star. Who know we had such connections in the South?
“Mr. Fingers” is a great euphemism for some types of medical malpractice.
I did a 45-day stretch in the slammer back in 1991 for drug possession.
Pretty good for a 12 year old.
I sold my soul to the devil at the crossroads, but I play a mean blues guitar.