My views about the recent flame war
One of my online acquaintances IMed me yesterday. Here's what he asked me.
Her: Hey, your good friend is beefing with three other chicks, one of whom also happens to be your friend.
Me: Yeah. So?
Her: Aren't you going to do anything about it?
Me: I am.
Her: What are you doing about it?
Me: Ignoring it. I'm ignoring the whole chaotic fracas as hard as I can.
See, originally, I was just going to lie in bed and pull my blanket over my head until the whole thing blows over. Then, I saw Dr. Fletcher
's amazing post
Why do I say that it's amazing? Well, again, it's because we're so amazingly similar that I had to do a double take at the URL to be sure that I did not write that. This isn't just my opinion, either. People have been telling me that the resemblance is uncanny ever since I linked him. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if he's actually me, posting from the future or an alternate dimension just to fuck with me. Yeah, that sounds like the sort of thing I would do.
Now, what I found really amazing about his post was his
You see, I have a bear who's been with me well over ten years and whom I'm really attached to. Like Dr. Fletcher's cat, my bear has a name too, and he's also really worn. Also like Lion, Grunty wears clothes that he didn't come in. Unlike Lion, Grunty is not machine-washable and has therefore never been washed. This results in him stinking a little to the only other person who doesn't live in my home but who has seen him, namely, the Feisty Bitch, but I don't care, because he will always smell nice to me. Here's a picture of Grunty with his son Runty, taken some time ago by the Feisty Bitch.
Notice how Lion and Grunty both have their left paws drooping? You know, another thing is that . . .
Err, who the hell put that picture of a stuffed bear on my blog? What was I saying? You know, on second thought, maybe Dr. Fletcher isn't really that similar to me after all.