Dear Fellow Blogger
An actual e-mail to an actual reader:
So here I sit, composing an e-mail to someone known to me only as "Cupcake." And, no, it's not a thank-you note to a brothel so you can stop with the "licking her icing" comments because I already thought of that and decided it would be in poor taste. The joke, not the icing.
She says she's a cute blonde from southern California but this is the Internet so he's probably a 57-year-old cross dresser from Topeka, Kansas. Enteraintment options are slim there and this is the best recreation he can find.
My sweet Cupcake, whom for the moment I'm going to presume is the girl she says she is because when you're playing in a fantasy league you might as well use a visual you like, my sweet Cupcake has subtly admonished me for a breach of blogging etiquette I did not know about. Hey, I didn't know how to let people leave comments. How was I supposed to know there were rules involved?
OK, not rules. But peeves. And I can only hope that she will outline for me when it is OK for me to communicate via the comment space and when I am required to write a ridiculously silly e-mail like this one to pass along thoughts about something she wrote in her blog, which I enjoyed because it was, if not true (You ARE in Kansas, Toto?), real in a way that too many spaces on blogspot are not.
(As I have written before, I have read 100 anti-Bush blogs that all say the same thing by people who I am sure believe they're cutting new swaths in social commentary when they're really parroting the same tired things. I am happy to report that the 100 right-wing blogs are just as unoriginally uninspiring.)
Whatever the rules, I will enjoy trading thoughts, knowing it won't lead to anything more since each of us is safe in his or her corner of the country. I'm in Florida and she's in Cali-freaking-fornia (Or he's in Topeka-freaking-Kansas.) and I'm going to have to post this on my blog because it was too freaking fun for me to write not to share it.
My dear Cupcake is free to share her comments about that however she wishes.
I thought that was the cleverest thing ever until I got Cupcake's reply. She thought she had touched a nerve and that I had, in turn, sent a sharp-tongued response. I then realized what a complete dolt I was for sending something like that to someone I did not know. I'm an idiot.
How was she to know that I was kidding?
How was I to know that she prefers her humor to be funny?
So here I sit, composing an e-mail to someone known to me only as "Cupcake." And, no, it's not a thank-you note to a brothel so you can stop with the "licking her icing" comments because I already thought of that and decided it would be in poor taste. The joke, not the icing.
She says she's a cute blonde from southern California but this is the Internet so he's probably a 57-year-old cross dresser from Topeka, Kansas. Enteraintment options are slim there and this is the best recreation he can find.
My sweet Cupcake, whom for the moment I'm going to presume is the girl she says she is because when you're playing in a fantasy league you might as well use a visual you like, my sweet Cupcake has subtly admonished me for a breach of blogging etiquette I did not know about. Hey, I didn't know how to let people leave comments. How was I supposed to know there were rules involved?
OK, not rules. But peeves. And I can only hope that she will outline for me when it is OK for me to communicate via the comment space and when I am required to write a ridiculously silly e-mail like this one to pass along thoughts about something she wrote in her blog, which I enjoyed because it was, if not true (You ARE in Kansas, Toto?), real in a way that too many spaces on blogspot are not.
(As I have written before, I have read 100 anti-Bush blogs that all say the same thing by people who I am sure believe they're cutting new swaths in social commentary when they're really parroting the same tired things. I am happy to report that the 100 right-wing blogs are just as unoriginally uninspiring.)
Whatever the rules, I will enjoy trading thoughts, knowing it won't lead to anything more since each of us is safe in his or her corner of the country. I'm in Florida and she's in Cali-freaking-fornia (Or he's in Topeka-freaking-Kansas.) and I'm going to have to post this on my blog because it was too freaking fun for me to write not to share it.
My dear Cupcake is free to share her comments about that however she wishes.
I thought that was the cleverest thing ever until I got Cupcake's reply. She thought she had touched a nerve and that I had, in turn, sent a sharp-tongued response. I then realized what a complete dolt I was for sending something like that to someone I did not know. I'm an idiot.
How was she to know that I was kidding?
How was I to know that she prefers her humor to be funny?
posted by jack at 9:50 AM
4 Comments:
Your post is hilarious - can't wait to read more. And thank you for visiting moo!
Dear Jack,
Thank you for visiting my blog. Of course I had to follow you back here.
I could almost hate you for the 'above average grammar' comment, but then I started reading and found your blogs utterly charming. (dammit).
X (clinging tightly to grammar envy)
LOL, Hey Jack, thanks for stopping in on my blog, too. Like X, I had to see who you were. (Yup, I'm nosy) and thank you for the compliment. Hope to see more of you, and while I'm at it, I forsee a long future for you and Cupcake, lol! Very funny post!
Oh, and I really AM in Southern California, so you don't need to wonder if I'm in internet fantasyland, too. I can prove it--I'm broke. :) LOL!
Smooches,
Dee
I'm not sure what your preoccupation with Topeka is (although, I bet if I read your profile I'd know), but trust me, very little that is good comes from Topeka.
Thanks for the laugh.
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