I don’t generally post other people’s hate letters but this one I found extremely amusing for some reason. Maybe it’s because I’ve never seen one quite like it before. I mean sure I’ve gotten some less than positive feedback to things that I’ve written but for the most part, the person has either had a valid point or has been completely retarded. But whatever the case, you can quickly figure out which side of the fence your hater is on. Not this time. Just click here and read the flame and its accompanying article and you’ll understand.
By the way, I’m sorry that every time I tell you to click on something these days it’s always a big long link and that sometimes those big long links don’t work for some of you. I’ve only had a couple of people tell me that, but it’s a couple more than I’d like. But the blame for this doesn’t fall to me, it falls to the people at Blogger who decided a few months ago to fuck around with the way that the posting system works completely screwing it up in the process, and to Matt, who set things up so that I can’t change any site settings which means that I can’t fix the problems I’m having, which I know how to do thanks to a guy who works for the same good people who caused them in the first place.
But anyway, since Matt has almost dropped off the face of the earth, I’m not sure how long it’s going to take to get things sorted out and back to the way they should be. Thanks Matt, you douchebag. If you were looking for a good way to start some infighting, you’ve found it. Ahh infighting, some things never get old and I figure that with the site’s first birthday coming up very soon, what better time than now to bring up all of the old stuff? Besides, most of the new stuff sucks anyway so why not use the old stuff as something to fall back on?
Ok, now I’m just rambling about nothing in particular. It’s almost like Matt came back and brought some spelling and grammar skills with him. Zing!
New content coming before the long weekend, time permitting as usual. Maybe Matt will even show up and say something. How much can there possibly be to do in that town you live in my friend? From what I’ve heard from other people who live there, once you’ve been to the local coffee shop 17 or 18 times, you’ve pretty much done it all. Besides, since it’s starting to get a little colder in this part of the world, it must be too cold to go outside by now where you are.
Ok, I’m done for real this time. Honest. No seriously, I’m really going to stop writing now. This post is over. Finished. Done. I’m gone. Out of here. You won’t hear from me again until the next time you come here and see something new that has my name on it, or at least not until I respond to a comment or something.