Dear Blog,

Or maybe it should be "Dear Bitch". Would you like that better, Blog? Blog = bitch. For instance, just now - when I tried to copy/paste a huge raft of pontification on Raiders of the Lost Ark into your goddam little Text Box, you told me to Go To Hell. I guess you don't want Fake Text - you want the Real Deal. You dirty, nasty bitch. However, Blog, you don't understand the horror of writing a thousand or so words, hitting 'send' or 'post' or whatever the fuck and THEN seeing it all go down the Cyber Toilet of Nothing, into nothing, going nowhere. A little syntax snowflake - damned and burned. Jeez.


So my screed on whether or not it's possible to write a character as cool as Indiana Jones will remain in my secret files for now. Fuck you, blog. Just fuck you. I notice now that I can't even make a FUCKING PARAGRAPH without you screwing around with my brain! You interrupt me writing, Blog. EVEN THOUGH you are supposed to HELP me at all times, innit?! Instead, you fuck with me until you make my drunk ass want to give up. I haven't. THIS time. NEXT time I'm going to open my little word program and say TO HELL WITH YOU, BLOG. Nobody's fucking reading this shit anyway.

In closing, Blog, I'd like to say once more and with great feeling and depth: fuck you. You piece of shit program. Interface or die.