This past Saturday I made the mistake of taking a couple of early morning photos, both of which I thought were mildly humorous - with an emphasis on the word "mildly", quite a lot of emphasis actually. The first was of a coffee mug I've been using for a couple of months that I never really paid any attention to, the second was of a tupperware container filled with bacon. Shame on me. Yesterday morning I received an email complaining about the content of those two posts, not so much because of what they were but presumably more because of what they weren't. Aww hell, this is too hard to explain so I'll just share an excerpt from the email in question...
"...any reflection on what happened to our brothers and sisters in the towers is nowhere to be found. 9-11 is not a day for you or anyone else to try out your lame comedic efforts. Show some respect or I will assume you have none."
Yes, Saturday was the 9th anniversary of a terrible event.
No, I'm not going to stop living my life because of that.
Yes, you are mentally fucking ill if you think that makes you better than me.
The full email a pretty entertaining but ultimately very repetitive read. To know that there's actually someone out there in the land of the Interwebs that believes we should all wake up in the morning on a weekend, gaze at a calendar to figure out what we should feel bad about, and then proceed to only focus/dwell on that one thing for the rest of the day (and for the rest of our lives), well, that just makes me want to beat a bunny rabbit.
Knowing that the person in question reads this drivel (i.e. my blog, the one you're reading right now) warms my heart though because that also means that I can say
fuck you
and the proper party will receive my response loud and clear.
