does life emulate Doonesbury, or Doonesbury emulate life?
Step 1: I send postcards to a number of my friends, including Monsieur Padraic J. Burns the infinitely awesome, for whom I have only an antique address that I figure is probably out of date. The one for him is anonymous, and includes the message, "I bet you can't tell who sent this." I think I can get away with this because (a) he's never seen my handwriting, (b) I know he knows other people in Georgia, (c) we haven't even spoken in ages.
Step 2: The postcard reaches deaexmachina, whom neither he nor I know. Delighted and intrigued, she posts it to her blog.
Step 3: Ms. Fabulous Feminine Ghost in the Machine searches t3h Intarweb for Padraic's name. She turns up his AIM handle, which she initiates a new search for, and finds in a quotation I posted some time ago.
Step 4: Ms. Ghost emails me asking if I know Padraic and whether I'd be willing to tell him she received a postcard for him. Wild with excitement, I email her back asking if she'd be willing to tell him she has it if I give her contact info; I don't want to potentially give the game away by telling him myself.
Step 5: Padraic the perspicacious is apprised of the postcard. It turns out he lives right next door to Ms. Ghost. He takes one look at it, noting the Georgia postmark, the fact that the handwriting is "grand and smacks of calligraphy", the postcard's pretty artsiness, and the charmingly passive-aggressive tone of the thing. Naturally, he instantly concludes that it's from me. Am I so predictable? I consider pulling the wide-eyed innocent act, but own up in the end.
Moral of the story: We have now demonstrated that, in this day and age, we are less likely to locate people by noticing that they are our actual real live neighbours than by Googling them. I conclude that this is hysterically funny, and spend some time on a blog post in celebration.
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Hilarious things sent around the office:
Hey Crackhead ...
Funniest Craigslist posting ever. Not that I read Craigslist that often, so I wouldn't know, but still. And the author had good spelling and grammar, too!
Jonathon "The Impaler" Sharkey for Governor!
Honesty is very seldom heard nowadays, especially from a politician. So, I am going to break from political tradition. My name is Jonathon “The Impaler” Sharkey, Ph.D., L.D.D.D. I am a Satanic Dark Priest, Sanguinarian Vampyre and a Hecate Witch. My Magikal Path name is: Lord Ares. I despise and hate the Christian God the Father. He is my enemy. However, it doesn't mean that I hate all his followers. This Country was founded on religious rights and freedoms .... This right allows me to worship Lucifer and the Goddess Hecate, just as it allows you to worship the Goddess/God of your choice.
The guy who sent this around suggested that White Wolf as a company put our support behind this guy.
Step 2: The postcard reaches deaexmachina, whom neither he nor I know. Delighted and intrigued, she posts it to her blog.
Step 3: Ms. Fabulous Feminine Ghost in the Machine searches t3h Intarweb for Padraic's name. She turns up his AIM handle, which she initiates a new search for, and finds in a quotation I posted some time ago.
Step 4: Ms. Ghost emails me asking if I know Padraic and whether I'd be willing to tell him she received a postcard for him. Wild with excitement, I email her back asking if she'd be willing to tell him she has it if I give her contact info; I don't want to potentially give the game away by telling him myself.
Step 5: Padraic the perspicacious is apprised of the postcard. It turns out he lives right next door to Ms. Ghost. He takes one look at it, noting the Georgia postmark, the fact that the handwriting is "grand and smacks of calligraphy", the postcard's pretty artsiness, and the charmingly passive-aggressive tone of the thing. Naturally, he instantly concludes that it's from me. Am I so predictable? I consider pulling the wide-eyed innocent act, but own up in the end.
Moral of the story: We have now demonstrated that, in this day and age, we are less likely to locate people by noticing that they are our actual real live neighbours than by Googling them. I conclude that this is hysterically funny, and spend some time on a blog post in celebration.
...
Hilarious things sent around the office:
Hey Crackhead ...
Funniest Craigslist posting ever. Not that I read Craigslist that often, so I wouldn't know, but still. And the author had good spelling and grammar, too!
Jonathon "The Impaler" Sharkey for Governor!
Honesty is very seldom heard nowadays, especially from a politician. So, I am going to break from political tradition. My name is Jonathon “The Impaler” Sharkey, Ph.D., L.D.D.D. I am a Satanic Dark Priest, Sanguinarian Vampyre and a Hecate Witch. My Magikal Path name is: Lord Ares. I despise and hate the Christian God the Father. He is my enemy. However, it doesn't mean that I hate all his followers. This Country was founded on religious rights and freedoms .... This right allows me to worship Lucifer and the Goddess Hecate, just as it allows you to worship the Goddess/God of your choice.
The guy who sent this around suggested that White Wolf as a company put our support behind this guy.