“Honey, does this jacket go with my delusions?”
Holy shit, you guys. I was not going to write anything today. I wanted to watch Training Day, write some mean jokes about my friends and just relax before I hit the road to do comedy with Mike Keegan, Terry McNeely and George Gallo. We will be in Bristol, PA at The Comedy Works this weekend. Come down for a laugh!
Today, I saw this article:
AN OPEN LETTER TO THE GUY WHO FELL OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH, AND EVERY BOY LIKE HIM
Seriously, you guys…I don’t think I’ve [literally] ever come across a crazier, more psychopathic, delusional article. Is it me or is that article’s title missing a preposition? Whatever. This article is personalized and everything. This writer for the Elite Daily (of course it is the Elite Daily…because who else?) has lost her god damn mind because a guy didn’t return her text. We have to discuss this. We just have to.
Rod Serling: You unlock a door with the key of addiction. Beyond it is another dimension. A dimension of mind. A dimension of body. A dimension of spirituality. You’re moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas. You have just crossed over into THE TWILIGHT ZONE.
In the Internet writing world the people are represented by two separate, yet equally important groups. The writers who post the content and the anonymous jerks who make fun of the writers. These are their stories.
As you may have seen, I started a little flame war with the Beer and Feminism girl. Things went as planned. I was called a good writer and funny and right. Then something strange happened. Someone sent me a crazy piece of hate mail anonymously. They said awful things about me. A lot of it was deep and dark. I want to know who would do that to me, so I called in the best two detectives that I know.