Customer comment card from "David" -- email@example.com
"You missed the point, I'm afraid. Your florid language exhibits only a love of run-on sentences and a passion for misplaced commas. I wish I could say something redeeming about the logic inherent in your words, but you obviously are deaf to criticism. Maybe when you get out of high school you'll meet an instructor who can teach you to form convincing arguments with properly spelled words."
Tiny Genius responds:
What am I supposed to post -- "Dear Mr. Radosh, you are sooooo right, I am amatuer, I am not as smart as you either - thank you so much for holding this matter up to the light as the experience was truly elucidating. I will stop writing entirely and retire to my room with a lil' Strunk & White, and cry myself to sleep." ?
I'm not deaf to "criticism", if I feel it's "valid"... My post was not about making a really solid, logic, journalistic, appropriate, well-reasoned, grammaticly-ace argument -- it, like everything else I write here, or in Punk Planet or In These Times or Hit it or Quit it, is what it is: Opinionated screeds. Topical angst in fourth grade book-report form. All of it sure to be ripe with 166 word sentances with minimal punctuation (OH THE TRAVESTY)! That means you will perhaps feel angry and frustrated, perhaps stop reading my blog and miss the exciting post about the rollerskating I did this weekend that's fortchcoming!
There are people all over this fetid (not florid) world catching bombs, and you, you will feel angered that I dare to blog what I think and feel from the core of my tiny, awesome & genius being and not punctuate it all correctly. Having ish with this stuff, having internet-only-manifested-talkback to me via the comments function on this page makes me feel like you are robbing yourself of the value of your efforts and your life. PS. I am sorry that your world is so insulated from feeling my volcanic awesomeness, you are really missing out.