Um. Hmmm. How do I say this?
I am perhaps not quite as careful with my address as I should be, though I think (thought?) I’ve only given it out to a very few people. Sometimes, folks offer to send me stuff! And hey, I like stuff! So if I know the requestor reasonably well–say, well enough to feel comfortable that they will neither ship me bloody body parts nor show up on my doorstep with a chainsaw–I fork over my address. Sometimes, I get something good to eat! Or a nice bottle of port! Or something pretty!
I forgot to grab my mail yesterday, so I walked out and got it a few minutes ago. Let’s just say that I was a little surprised.
So. Uhhhh. First: Thank you…? I… guess?
Second: Will the charming person who felt the need to send me a porno from Montauk kindly identify yourself?
Third: Yes, I’m certain it’s someone in connection with this blog. No, I will not tell you how I know that. Yes, I’m sure.
Fourth: The kids aren’t back from their dad’s yet, but I’m not sure how I would’ve handled it if they’d been here “helping” me open the mail, as they so often are. A little warning might’ve been nice. Just sayin’.
Fifth: The cover claims this disc “Includes the Award-Winning Festival Release” (Release! Huh huh huhhuhhuh! It’s been a long time since I had a release, and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t a festival!)
That is all.