My sister comments on my blog every so often, but is for some reason reluctant to get into the actual Comment trail. I'm not sure why--deniability, perhaps--but I thought I'd share the e-mail she dropped me about my previous posts on writing for hire:
David,
Had to comment on your blog (cuz that's what it is there for!). I think writing for a soap opera would be wicked fun. If anyone offers you said gig and you don't want it, send them my way. I would love to spew out five hours a week involving sweatless sex, artificial lust, attractive drug addiction, furfree beastiality, and alien baby abductions - all with limited special effects and tons of lip gloss. It would be just like the high school only lunch would be catered.
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Hilarious! Tell your sister she needs to comment more, we need her as a regular in the comments box!
Hi, Alis--
I agree with you. But she responded to the post above (through another e-mail, of course) as follows:
{ David,
It is not my opinions that keep me from posting comments on your blog. It is my spelling.
Amber }
(As if anyone notices misspellings on the web!)
Hello Amber, who cares about spelling? As the mother of a dyslexic, I've had plenty of practice looking for the thought-gems hidden beneath whacky spelling... Come on out, we don't care!
Yeah, Amber.
After all, that Shakespear/Shakespeare guy couldn't even spell his name consistently!
(Of course, that's because he was really a collaboration between Marlowe and Bacon, perhaps with editing by Dr. Dee. But the point still holds.)
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