Dawg Ate Mail

Damn, can’t leave anything well enough alone, but being cooped up in this perfumed heavenly Nipponish temple of a tatami room got me to thinking . . . and you know that in my case, that can never be good . . .

But I was thinking of Djou’s hate mail . . . and why I don’t have any. Well, let’s take a look at the firewall, the block-anonymous, the locktite slider thingy that I have on my computer, so I just don’t get any! I’m actually kinda jealous! And it can’t be this cherubic, garden-gnome-like face protecting me, either!

So I was driven to imagine the hate mail, as I would assume would be pouring in if I didn’t have Gandalf and his Elvish gang protecting me:

(Ingrid, Branson, Missouri): I came across your blog and what can I say, can’t you stop saying the f word? It just makes you look stupid.

(Anonymous, via Internet) what’s with the contant curse words and you never talk about food, isn’t that supposed to be what your sight is about? you disgust me

(Anonymous, via Internet) how dare you rag on mr steer its a really good place, you probably just got there on a bad day, there burgers are the best in montreal. and Im not just saying that because I own it or my freinds do. just get a clue and stop writing lies like that, dont you have better things to do with your life?

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Whoops, sorry, that wasn’t supposed to be there.

(Aarin@gmail.com) I know you consider yourself a good writer, but pretty much all you write about is complete blather. Why do you think anybody could possibly be interested in what you have to say? You just go on and on about the same old things, you say you like food but you can’t really write about food, can you? Face it, you’re a wannabe, failed food writer. Give it up, my friend.

Oh, BTW check out my blog at bondageaarin@blogger.com. Have a nice day.