I Knew Humor Blogs Would Crack the Whole Time
Predator Press
[LOBO]
I moderate comments for the sole reason to be sure I've read them all.
So I was at lunch today -checking email and releasing them- and I came across one by Karl Wolfbrooks Ager, author of Faking Smart! In Corporate America.
I was initially puzzled, but within moments I was gripped with a growing, mortified sense of horror:
There was a typo on the Predator Press.
Now I'm explicitly forbidden to fiddle with Predator Press at my day job.
And as a natural consequence, I'm likely prohibited to murder Karl Wolfbrooks Ager as well.
There was absolutely nothing I could do about it.
So I faked a massive heart attack.
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Now don't go on judging me already: within 25 minutes I had commandeered an ambulance, and -sirens blaring- screeched up into my driveway 16 miles away.
I was editing HTML before the picket fences and tricycles had even fallen off the radiator grill.
But just as I finished correcting the hideous blemish on America's favorite blog and dispatching the lethal ninjas on "Karl" -if in fact that's his real name- I got an email from Diesel himself.
Hah! I thought. I knew Humor-Blogs would totally collapse under the mighty weight of our boycott!
It was time to forcibly negotiate a better, more leveraged position on the website that wholly depends on me alone for traffic.
But when I arrived at the massive Minneapolis Humor-Blogs headquarters, Diesel was nowhere to be found. Instead, negotiations are being held by my old pal Ed Harris.
And I, for one, am glad there was an ambulance close by.
Whenever I'm in an ambulance, I blame Bee's Musings.
[LOBO]
I moderate comments for the sole reason to be sure I've read them all.
So I was at lunch today -checking email and releasing them- and I came across one by Karl Wolfbrooks Ager, author of Faking Smart! In Corporate America.
I was initially puzzled, but within moments I was gripped with a growing, mortified sense of horror:
Now I'm explicitly forbidden to fiddle with Predator Press at my day job.
And as a natural consequence, I'm likely prohibited to murder Karl Wolfbrooks Ager as well.
There was absolutely nothing I could do about it.
So I faked a massive heart attack.
Now don't go on judging me already: within 25 minutes I had commandeered an ambulance, and -sirens blaring- screeched up into my driveway 16 miles away.
I was editing HTML before the picket fences and tricycles had even fallen off the radiator grill.
But just as I finished correcting the hideous blemish on America's favorite blog and dispatching the lethal ninjas on "Karl" -if in fact that's his real name- I got an email from Diesel himself.
Hah! I thought. I knew Humor-Blogs would totally collapse under the mighty weight of our boycott!
It was time to forcibly negotiate a better, more leveraged position on the website that wholly depends on me alone for traffic.
But when I arrived at the massive Minneapolis Humor-Blogs headquarters, Diesel was nowhere to be found. Instead, negotiations are being held by my old pal Ed Harris.
And I, for one, am glad there was an ambulance close by.
Comments
As far as traffic goes, "naked jump rope" is the way to go. I get more traffic on that than all the stumbleupons and directories combined. I can't wait to start work on the DVDs. (they'll probably be good for more traffic, too)