When Readers Attack…
I have a confession to make. I got a comment on the blog a couple of weeks ago that I deleted, and now I’m feeling like I shouldn’t have. The reason I deleted it, is because it was really ugly and mean. It made me feel like a bulbous, hairy spider was crawling up my arm: a delayed reaction to unexpected venom. The nasty-gram came from a frequent commenter and although his thoughts have always been a bit weird and hard to respond to, he was, if anything, overly familiar in the past. He has written to me by email before, asking me to “guest post” on some of his rudimentary, internet chicken scratchings, but I pleaded “swamped” and maybe that’s what got his tighty whiteys in a twist.
I dredged it from the bowels of my spam folder, for your reading pleasure. And I’m glad I did, because now that I read it again, its not so bad (plus I am envisioning him running around in silly underwear with his hands in the air shouting, “She’s an imposter!!!”). The comment was in response to a post I wrote about having a near death experience on a jet ski in the Bahamas. And for the record, my eyes are gray, “jet ski” is a term of art for a small motorized water vehicle and everything finds a way to rust in the Caribbean…
I guess Marc thinks I make this shit up…
Dear Marilyn or whoever you are;
You are so full of hooey your eyes are brown.
Jet Skis are made of plastic or fiberglass so they do not rust.
The word ‘Jet’ refers to the means of propulsion which is water squirted out
the rear through a nozzle. It is not an airplane.
Out of curiosity I did call the [rehab center name] 800 number
and Spoke with Ms. [woman’s name] the NutJob Specialist.
She said “Oh Yeah, we do have a Marilyn Spiller”
She also said ” Marilyn is in one of our rooms with padded walls
because she is suffering from a severe case of UnTreated Alcoholism
This Chick needs a swift kick in the Ass and a Stern Sponsor”.
Marc
While I was rummaging around in my Spam folder, I also found this gem my malware had hidden from my delicate sensibilities…
The next time I read a blog, I hope that it doesnt disappoint me as much as this one. I mean, I know it was my choice to read, but I actually thought youd have something interesting to say. All I hear is a bunch of whining about something that you could fix if you werent too busy looking for attention.
ruptus gog
Can I get an apostrophe?
Today I’m not drinking because I am reading my spam folder (maybe that’s a bad idea?)…
How come you’re not drinking?
