Monday, January 09, 2006
I got an angry blog comment...
...from some random guy named Dan (no, not that Dan). It was about my bicycle posting. Don't bother looking for it. It's deleted now. Why? Well, because quite frankly it's creepy as hell that some stranger is reading my blog and takes the time to build a profile solely for sending me hate comments (I'm assuming this because his profile was blank except for the required field - and if I'm making an ass out of u and me, it wouldn't be the first time). Honestly, if I knew how I would make it so only my friends could read my blogs - at least I know they have a sense of humor. But everyone knows I'm technologically ********. I guess in some ways I'm kind of innocent - I mean I don't go looking at random peoples sites. I keep my stalking to my circle of friends; the world's just too big otherwise. Plus I have a small bladder and can't sit in front of the computer that long doing it. But I'll sum it up for you. Dan says that my "vision of the bicyclist flailing off into the distance" is an affront to human dignity or some such nonsense (Dan, if you're reading this, please stop stalking me - and, it's called hyperbole. It's often used in storytelling). I didn't REALLY want the biker flying off like some tranny's cheap wig - if I really wanted to, I could have knocked his spandexed ass down. It was just a love tap, baby. That's all. (Oh, and Dan - it also concerns me that your profile said you were 36. Why are you cruising the spaces of 24 year old women? Not that I think 36 is old, or that I wouldn't date someone that age necessarily. But when you're surfing strange women's sites, try to keep it near that middle-aged hill that you're rapidly approaching. Actually, don't do it at all. You know what happens when you try to meet strange women? They turn out to be flippin' crazy!). Which brings me to my favorite part of his post where he basically said I'm insane. And he didn't even see the stack of pills I take for my rampantly violent schizophrenia! He must be psychic. Or maybe he picks up his meds the same place I do. Or maybe he has a hidden camera in my house by now.
Regardless, I'm fairly confident Dan rides a bike.