But then that just begs the whole "mother of fuck" question. Is it wise to go shooting MOFs all over the 'net? In the short term, there's the potential doocing. And in the long term, in which I'll conceivably be writing copy for the next thirty or forty years, there may be a shitmouth threshold across which a professional should not pass. Why give them an excuse, whoever the hell them are?
The bonus to anonymity would be that I could just bitch. And I'm pretty good at bitching. Remember when I was in Africa, and this site was readable? That was just the sound of one bitch falling in the woods when no one was around to hear him bitching. But now it just doesn't seem like a great idea. No one wants to work with Parker effing Posey.
On the other hand, this whole "I got a new Neflix" diary crap is staler than Stallone. I'm quite disappointed with the fact that every time I'm out with you all and I mention how much the blog sucks, you all nod. No one misses a freaking beat. How hard is it to click and write "You tryt to make fun of spelling but you cant' spell eihter. Your soooooooo retarted!!1!" I'm not relentlessly negative with you all because I enjoy it. I point out your personal failings because I care. And because I went through a nasty chubba blubba phase as a kid.
