tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332838236285452118.post7587159103446251315..comments2023-08-18T05:23:52.001-05:00Comments on Just Enough Shame To Wear Clothes: On Purpose-j-j-http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092234284905940086noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332838236285452118.post-43831151752135401242009-01-16T16:04:00.000-06:002009-01-16T16:04:00.000-06:00J-J,What Rebar said. It's clear as a bell. My ol...J-J,<BR/>What Rebar said. It's clear as a bell. My old man always says "don't give'em an inch".Freddiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04669055585383574500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332838236285452118.post-56842528266013081962009-01-16T15:29:00.000-06:002009-01-16T15:29:00.000-06:00In the Neanderthal Seminar, do I get to be, like, ...In the Neanderthal Seminar, do I get to be, like, the test case?<BR/><BR/>I'm very nearly a simian as it is, you know (although, accordingly to my blog, a very sexy simian...)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332838236285452118.post-17078146972143810592009-01-16T15:16:00.000-06:002009-01-16T15:16:00.000-06:00I think the very simple answer is that when people...I think the very simple answer is that when people are hurt or hurting (about some completely unrelated topic) they somehow feel better jabbing at other folks that have nothing to do with the cause of their pain.<BR/><BR/>It's that whole crazy cycle of abuse. I'm hurting, so you should be hurting too.<BR/><BR/>Bah. Mostly people are just too cowardly to admit they are hurt and it escalates or morphs into something else.<BR/><BR/>Simplistic (and stupid), but true.<BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/>Now. To throw you a bone since you're feeling poorly about about the bus guy, I'll tell you this.<BR/><BR/>I keep meaning to sit down and privately email you, but I'm LAZY and also SLEEPY and also FORGET TO DO THINGS I MEAN TO DO.<BR/><BR/>So, I'll do it here, in the public eye for all to comment upon.<BR/><BR/><BR/>The xmas card you sent finally showed up. And it showed up in true Jen fashion.<BR/><BR/>It arrived sans envelope, just the card, propped up on the wall over our mailboxes.<BR/><BR/>I'm thinking it landed in someone else's mailbox (for the last couple months, my neighbors are gettin' all my mail) and they tore open the envelope before they saw the name.<BR/><BR/>Anyway, all I see is a card stuck into the side of our row of mailboxes. No note, no name, just the front of the card. <BR/><BR/>I don't know how many of my other neighbors succumbed to the temptation of "those asshole kids", but it only took me about 3 seconds to yank it from it's spot and open it.<BR/><BR/>It is my favorite xmas card this year (possibly of all time) for both its homespun craftsmanship and its odd method of delivery.<BR/><BR/>So thanks for my card, J!<BR/><BR/>I'm pretty sure I'm going to frame it and hang it every holiday from now on.<BR/><BR/>Possibly in the turlit.<BR/><BR/>Your pal, who likes that you're accidently an asshole sometimes, <BR/><BR/>rebarrebarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09138092241821956068noreply@blogger.com