Robin?

Bob and I are in the kitchen. I am cooking, and he is reading blogs comments on our website, and, incidentally, eating some rather strange Thai Sensation flavored potato chips:  

"Who is this Robin person? Do you know a Robin?" he asks me. (Names have been changed to make us seem less lame.)

"Robin. I don't think we know her," I say. "Or him," I add helpfully. "What'd they say?"

"Robin... Robin..." He's now clicking through the comment left by Robin to the info page to see if he can't suss this person out a little bit.  "There's no last name and no email."  Bob is like a dog with a bone when it comes to Website Statistics.

"I don't think we know her," I say again. "And stop trying to find it out, cause I like thinking there are people reading our blog who aren't obligated by blood to do so. And if you do figure out who it is don't tell me."

Bob looks up at me blandly. "Disillusions of importance kick knowledge's ass every time," he says.

Damn Straight!