While it humbles me that people come here and actually read this crap, it also makes me highly suspect of their mental stability. So when I get emails asking blog related questions, I'm a little hesitant to hit Reply and encourage potentially dangerous individuals. I'll answer the questions here instead.
What’s with the So-And-So Wednesday, So-And-So Thursday crap? Are all your posts going to be titled this way?
That’s a good question, Name. I honestly don’t know what I was trying to pull off there. I think it was an attempt at satire of some sort, but I can’t remember, and it’s getting on my nerves too. I’ve empanelled a committee to explore this very issue.
Dear Mr. Troll,
You’re a guy. Do guys really listen to women? I’d like to think my boyfriend hangs on every word I say, and that the reason he doesn’t always respond appropriately, or at all for that matter, is because he’s just afraid to express his feelings in an intimate way for fear of rejection or embarrassment or some other imagined trauma that might bruise his ego and cause him to think he’s less of a man. Is this the case, or do guys just hear what they want to hear and ignore the rest?
Please, call me Blogless. Mr. Troll is my father. Next question.
You think Dwight Howard really deserved to win the Sprite Slam Dunk Contest this past Saturday during the 2008 NBA All-Star Weekend in
First of all, you don’t have to say “Sprite Slam Dunk Contest” etc. like you’re talking to a buncha writers who don’t know anything about sports. And he was going to win the dunk contest anyway, even if he showed up with an accordion and played "This Land Is Your Land" for the entirety of his allotted time. This is what's known in the NBA as a make-up call. During a game, if a ref blows a call at one end of the floor, he'll usually correct his mistake by making an equally ridiculous call at the other end against the other team. And yes, while it's true two wrongs don't make a right, fifty to sixty wrongs typically make a regulation NBA game. Twice that if the refs have money on the spread. But since last year's dunk contest wasn't a game, and there was no way to rescind Dwight's unjust first round elimination, and since last year's refs aka "judges" included the likes of Michael Jordan and Dr. J, who are both NBA deities and therefore arrogant shitheads, Dwight got screwed and everybody knew it and he got to cry about it for a whole year with nothing to comfort him but piles and piles of endorsement deal money. So this year the NBA made sure Dwight would win the dunk contest by changing the rules to allow fans to vote for the winner, by stocking the field with other big men from unpopular teams, and by kicking Michael Jordan the fuck out. The good news is now that Dwight's gotten his rocks off and won his dunk trophy, he can finally concentrate on more important things such as bringing a championship to Orlando, and he can stop taking nights off like he did last Monday against Cleveland.
But hey, I'm getting off track here. Did he deserve to win? Fuck yeah! Did you SEE that Superman dunk? He wore a friggin cape, dude! Oh, you didn't see it? Well, lemme play it again.