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10 January 2007
Let's write letters!→[More:]Dear mygothlaundry, I loved this answer, I will forever imagine moving when I'm not satisfied with my home. Did it last night andf felt better immediately. I wish you were in IRC more.
Dear Divine_Wino, I saw you drink my beer while went out for a smoke, but that's ok since I spiked it with ibogaine. The walls should start breathing anytime now.
I'm sorry I asked you if you were enjoying the snow in Denver in my last email. When I watched the news that night it included a report on how everything was shut down there because of the snow. Then I realized how insensitive I'd been, particularly when Toronto has had almost no snow at all this winter.
Dear me,
Why are you so emotional lately? Is it because you'll not be living with your housemate of 6 years as of Feb. 1st? Is it the really a money thing even though you solved the phone problem (thank God for SkypeOut) and your parent's have said they're happy to help with the bills? It is the stress of knowing you'll have to move in 3 weeks? What is your problem? Things are good so buck up!
Thank you for your 2am New Year's call. Jon and I would love to have been sittin' on the bridge with ya passin' the bottle and waitin' for the fireworks. Hope it was a good show. Next time you call, I promise we'll have clothes on. ; )
Dear TPS,
Thank you for liking my reply! I wish I was in IRC more too but unfortunately it is not good for me, as I tend to treat it like an extension of the bar except without having to drive and so I sit there happily drinking and chatting until the wee hours of the morning. Then I have to get up and go to work and then, you see, a problem presents itself.
love,
MGL
Dear Metafilter,
You suck. Try as I may, I can barely stand to read you anymore. Why do you have to be so dicky about every fucking little thing? Just because you don't like something doesn't mean you have to drag us all down with you. Try biting your tongue now and then.
Thank you for your reply to my question about phones. I was worried that I would forever have an AskMe without any answers. I got warm fuzzies. I have not forgotten (and still plan on taking you up on) your offer to read my logs. I've just been, well, working while at work lately.
Though I must admit I really enjoy lounging around in IRC chatting with you about books and biotech, and you're such a smart lad that it's tough to resist logging in throughout the day, it is REALLY bad for one's social life. Remember what I told you? Believe me when I say this is with great affection: GO OUTSIDE DUDE!!!
Thank you ever so much for sending me Brooklyn Public Library postcards in the mail, although the return address you used made me afraid for just a tiny moment.
Hi. How are you? I am fine. The weather here is nice. Is the weather there nice?
I miss you, MetaChat...I wish there were more hours in a day. You guys are super swell and make me laugh and laugh. I'd whuffle you all the live long day! And as soon as I move to a place *coughs* Chicago that people don't regularly shoot and stab each other, I promise to start having dinner parties again.
dear Orange Swan,
please keep on posting your stories, cause I laugh (and cry -whatever the effect you want to pull off) more than anywhere else. That, and you have a healthy effect on me.
dear gaspode,
I want o entice you with a cup'o'coff sometime if Lola-G does not follow thru.
dear Pinky,
why don't we all have a ladies night out sometime?
dear british bunnies,
you are oh so cute and oh so british.
dear bunnies,
I joined Last.fm recently only to find out that you all been there and done that, like two years ago! Do you mind telling me where y'all hang out so that I can catch up, like, um, now?
Thank you for a spell checker and an img tag that try to work. What care we for cross-browser security spoofs that rocket scientists and brain surgeons can hardly understand? Life's too short to read all the manuals. Your collective heart is in the right place, you lovable scamp MetaChat, and Tim Berners-Lee probably whuffles you as he lurks your sunny pages.
Who lit that damn (delicious!) cigar in here? And why is my glass empty, again?
I'm so sorry I sent you those Brooklyn Public Library postcards in such scary looking envelopes. I sent them from work (hence the frightening return address), and I also was in a tearing rush to get to court, so I just literally cut and pasted your addresses out of my email directly onto the envelope. It was only when I got to court that I thought back to how those envelopes looked and wished I'd taken a few minutes to alert you that they were not from the Unabomber.
Don't worry about it. Silver has enjoyed the snow enough for the both of us, and a few other people as well. Plus I did enjoy it myself too. Perhaps you saw the mountain bike in the snow picture?
Thanks for telling your stories, they're most enjoyable.
Thanks for encouraging me to start cycling again, and thanks for the photography lessons. They both make me a better person, and I eat more vegetables as a result.
It's not snowing... yet. The news people were all freaked out about it last night, and then this morning: nothing. It's fuckin' freexing but sunny. I mean freezing.
I have a rather weird request. Remember when I (rather un-wisely) linked to a picture of The Glory on my Flickr account? Yeah, that one. Well, I've since LOST the picture (I have no idea where it would be) but find myself wanting it. Y'know, for posterity's sake.
So, uh, does anyone have it? If you're embarrassed to admit it, you could email it anonymously. I'd sure appreciate it.
Since initapplette and box are being too nice to fill you all in, I shall. The envelopes weren't that weird -- just your standard 9x11 manila envelopes, but, like I said, I printed out the addresses straight from my GMail account, trimmed them to size, and then taped them on the front of the envelopes. For some reason, it was faster to do this than it would have been for me to write out the addresses.
I think what made them particularly alarming was my return address, especially if you didn't know me -- I work for a free legal services organization in Brooklyn, so it would have looked like you were getting a letter from a lawyer you didn't know. Outside of getting mail from the IRS, I don't know of any other kind of unsolicited mail that is quite as frightening as the kind from an unknown lawyer.
As I said above, the entire thing looked a bit like mail from the Unabomber.
Please stop writing your stories. They make me jealous of your talent. Also, please tell all talented authors to stop writing stories. And please tell all publishers to give me millions of dollars to write stories that are better than everyone else's. And please ask God or the gods or some higher power to give me more talent and a better work ethic. And please keep writing your stories, because they make me jealous, and jealousy seems to be the only thing that urges me to write.
Dear MetaChat bunnies,
Thank you for welcoming me into your midst. I may not post much, but I think you are all batshit insane. That is a good thing
It is difficult to understand how someone having a user name with the warmth and depth of yours -- resonating, as it does, with the iconographies of both post and pre history -- could be envious of any other, but I have never been one to stand between impulse (generous, impetuous or otherwise) and its object, so please feel free to use my user name at will and whim, with the proviso only that it brings a moment's delight.
Dear Specklet,
I have a feeling that one or two bunnies, particularly of the male persuasion, just might have a copy of that photo. If so, be not ashamed, o bunnies and Specklet. It was indeed a glorious photo. I wish you the best of luck in locating it.
admiringly yours,
elizard
Dear Lime Tortilla Chips
Please stop shouting at me. I know you're there. I've had enough. It's late. Shut up already.
Munchily yours,
elizard
Dear person who has my Sleater Kinney cd,
Why did you leave me the case? Just to taunt me? I hope it explodes in your machine. If you returned the empty case unwittingly, why not call me and give me back the cd? Whyyyy?
Shoutily yours,
elizard
Dear Metachat,
You are the sunshine of my life. You make me laugh and laugh and laugh. Your warm fuzziness soothes me like...like a warm fuzzy thing. Thank you for that.
Whuffily yours,
elizard
Dear ramix,
Just trying to keep you company. Hope your cold goes away.
yours in verbosity,
elizard
Dear Orange Swan
I ate brussels sprouts I hope they count. I also am about to go to bed and brush my teeth once my housemate exits the shower. And no snow in TO is the way to go. Fo sho.
Stories???
xoxo,
Sass
Dear Specklet,
I only have a copy in my mind. You may come retrieve it if you have a passport and a drill.
xoxo,
Sass
Dear other bunnies:
Hi how are you I am fine. I would like you to come visit toronto so we can hang out.
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