As for myself, I'm going to miss Leopold Bloom. In an era of tweets, text messages and limits of 140 characters and having that pass for communication, it is refreshing to find someone who takes time and creates a literary response. I'm not offended by the deception; I find it rather clever and sometimes wish I had the nerve to, say, travel on vacation as an alter-ego just to see if it created more freedom in my capacity to relate to people, or for them to relate to me. i can understand, though, why others will not be so amused.
Basing Leopold, the skier, in Dublin always seemed incongruous to me. How could he have gotten enough skiing to make himself such an authority? In fact, I was about to pm him to ask about that.
I don't know if you are familiar with the works of Carlos Castaneda, but such activities he called "stalking." It wasn't what we read about in the newspapers; it was being able to take on a new identity so clearly that one became less fixated in habitual personality, gaining more flexibility in world view, behavioral patterns, emotional responses and ability to understand and relate to others. If anything, it was a way of stalking who we habitually take ourselves to be. Okay, there were more mystical elements, too, but I don't think Leopold was into those.
In the words of Governer Schwarzenegger, "Hasta la vista, baby!"