I always get spam comments on my blog about weird stuff like voodoo spells and contacting the dead, but a few days ago one came in telling me that I could become a vampire. One of my favorite things to do with these sort of comments is to actually respond and see how far I can take the conversation into the strange and ridiculous. Usually I only get one or two emails back before they give up and realize I’m not actually going to give them my personal information and/or money but this one went on longer than usual so I decided to share it. (You can click on any of the screenshots to embiggen.)
The original comment:
I was a little concerned that the word “vampire” was misspelled on their email address but vampires aren’t known for spelling so I still had hope. The following is a direct screenshot of our conversation. I used my ZuZu Petals account because I’m pretty sure you don’t give your real name to people who might be vampires.. Also, I was late-night drinking when I wrote some of these responses, so please forgive the typos.
Here you go:
It’s been 12 hours since the last response so I think I may have scared him off.
I’ll keep you posted if me and Lil Schnitzle get in.
I kept everyone updated on the vampire situation via twitter:
And I thought that this would mark the end of my adventures but THEN I GOT ANOTHER EMAIL FROM THE VAMPIRE LORD. Coming as a complete surprise to everyone involved, he wanted money.:
To be continued…
UPDATED PART 2:
It’s been 24 hours so I suspect I’m being ignored by the vampire lord but I’m not giving up so easily. Email I sent tonight:
No response so far, but Lil Schnitzel hasn’t given the dream up yet.
A few days ago I couldn’t sleep so I decided to take the new templates on picmonkey for Christmas cards but then remake them completely for my own amusement. They’re probably too late to get by Christmas but I thought I’d share them here because they made me laugh.
Victor says some of these aren’t even Christmas related but I think maybe we’ve been having different Christmases.
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Every so often I go look at the search terms that brought people to my blog and then I think STOP DOING THAT. But then I decide that it would make a funny post and share some of them even though writing these phrases here will inevitably just lead to more terribly baffling searches leading here.
The most baffling terms that led people to my blog this month:
I bought a sick monkey on ebay(I can’t tell if you’re complaining or bragging)
What happens if you have a hole in your eardrum and an ant crawls inside your ear?(I don’t know but I will never sleep again.)
How to prevent a tittie from growing on your ear(Is this a real concern?)
when i laugh my belly button pops but i am a boy (Wait. Do you think this is normal for girls?)
Chrissy, I fucking hate you and I want you dead by tomorrow morning bitch.(Jesus. I don’t know who Chrissy is but someone get her to safe house.)
best personal peeing(Is this an award? Congrats?)
what if a gnat flies in my nose and i find him in my ear a week later(How do you know it’s the same gnat?)
There are cobras that look so!!so!! cool!!!!! and are the biggest cobras found ever and ever like never seen before that’s why they are cooll!!!!! (I have no idea what you’re talking about but your excitement is contagious.)
Where can I volunteer and get a small money as a thank you(That is not how volunteering works.)
Dear google please help me with my question (That is not how google works.)
Can cats swallow a baby? (That is not how cats work.)
How much money is in a $10 bill(Is this a trick question?)
windex enema used by serial killers(No. Stop it.)
strange and disturbing things about my old little pony (What?)
straight white pubic hair that feels like a cat whisker(What??)
Inflated cat butt(What???)
single cougar boobs(What????)
DIY cat outfits(Wha- Oh wait. Yes. I’m in. Come on over.)
how much nyquil to make me unconscious (This is exactly the week I’ve had too.)
can single white rapid hair growth on forehead be a sign of early pregnancy(Probably not.)
danger nipples(And I just found my new band name.)
He put a dick on my forehead and said I’m a unicorn(He sounds like a keeper.)
Why do I have white stuff on my face? (Hmm. Nope. Too easy.)
True stories about everyone is telephoning to congratulate you on still being alive(That is a very specific genre.)
What does a feces smell prophetically represent if I’m awake and not dreaming(If you’re awake and you smell feces you may have shit yourself. That’s not symbolic or prophetic. That’s real life.)
Oh look. One of the peasants has a blog. (Ow.)
poto bagina(I don’t know what you’re misspelling but I know you’re misspelling it)
Dead squirrel in attic smell(That is my least favorite yankee candle.)
Conclusion: There are a lot of confused people in the world and they are all ending up here. Which makes sense in a way. Welcome. I think.
This isn’t a real post. Just checking in to say a few things that I have on my list of things to write about but that I haven’t written about because I haven’t had time to make into a polished post because I’ve been working on my next book (FINALLY MY BRAIN IS ALMOST WORKING AGAIN) but if I wait any longer I won’t write it at all and I’ll forget it…so, here is my mind dump of a few things you should know.
Are you listening to the INVISIBILIA podcast on NPR? You should be. I just discovered it a few months ago and I’ve been pouring through them and the one I listened to yesterday (The Problem with the Solution) totally gut-punched me. But in a good way. Just…ow.
Y’all, it’s not out yet but Samantha Irby’s new book is so good it made me vomit. Like, I want to smother her and take credit for writing it but then everyone would be like, “Wait. You’re a black orphan with Crohn’s disease? WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN?” But the book doesn’t come out until forever and I’m gonna forget to tell you about it when it does come out because I’m the worst so just remind me to tell you again when it’s available for preorder. Or read her last book again while you’re waiting. But then writing that reminded me of the book I read last year that was SO good and I wanted to tell everyone about it but it still had a billion months until publication so instead I just called my friends and read aloud from it while simultaneously aghast and giggling hysterically and I just went to check and it comes out this month so go order that shit right now because it was one of the best things I read this year. It’s called UNMENTIONABLE: The Victorian Lady’s Guide to Sex, Marriage, and Manners. It’s super gross and fascinating. Like Mary Roach’s Stiff, but funnier.
Speaking of books, I am a constant reader and I was thinking it would be cool if we had a bookclub, but I’m too lazy for that so what if I just put the name of the book I’m currently reading on a blog post each week and then in the comments you can discuss? Except I pretty much only read nonfiction, sci-fi, fairy tales and graphic novels so it would be a very, very limiting bookclub. Not sure about this one. Just a thought I keep having.
Hunter S. Tomcat is sitting in the chair next to me and he has this enormous grin of contentment and I thought, I should share this, but then I realized I haven’t cleaned the cat fur off the seat cushion in 3 days so it looks filthy, but whatever. A little bit of filth should not stand in the way of happiness. In fact, a little bit of filth is sometimes the only road to happiness. But that’s another story.
He looks like he’s wearing a too-small, tiny white g-string.
Dorothy Barker decided she wanted in on this. This is my dog when I say “bacon”.
“YOU ARE MY FAVORITE PERSON, BACON.”
It’s not even real bacon. It’s fake dog bacon and it taste like sadness and giving up. It smells like bacon though, which is why I tried it. I thought I found a cheap bacon alternative that would help me keep my coat shiny but no, the bacon is a lie. A beautiful one though, according to this dog.
I use a lot of affiliate links in my posts but the money I get if you order stuff just goes back to the community when we do Booksgiving or Christmas miracles and stuff. Just FYI in case you’re new to the tribe.
I’m on a lot of cold meds but I thought you’d enjoy. Or not. Stop judging me. I’m sick.
They’re in my shop if you want one, but be aware that everyone you wear it around is going to tell you that your shirt is on inside out. But then you can flash them a raccoon face (and flash them in general if you aren’t wearing something underneath) and they won’t bother you again. EVERYONE WINS.
PS. A few of you are having trouble getting the video to load so (spoiler alert) this is what you’re missing:
Yesterday I went to pick up my meds and while I was there I handed the pharmacist my prescription for my ADD medication and she was like “Sorry, I can’t fill this one. We can only fill prescriptions within 21 days of them being written” and I guess I can understand that but I’ve been walking around with this prescription for a month because I’m not really focused enough to remember to refill my meds if I’m out of my ADD meds and the pharmacist was like, “Yes, but you’ll still have to get a new one” and that sucks because first of all, the fact that I’m making my meds last long enough that my next prescription expired proves that I’m not abusing them or selling them on the street, so if anything I should be rewarded by getting more drugs. Plus, now I have to make an appointment to see my shrink to get another prescription and I’ll have to tell her I kept getting too distracted to fill the prescription that I insisted that I needed because my ADD was making me too distracted.
But technically she already knows I’m irresponsible and have ADD so really it’ll probably just make her happier that she’s doing an excellent job diagnosing me.
Although she’s not really doing that great if she actually expected that I was going to fill my prescription myself within a normal time limit. I suspect it’s a test and I failed it. Or she did. Maybe we did as a team. I’m not good at evaluating right now because I’m low on ADD meds.
Someone please make an appointment for me with my shrink. And remind me to get her to call in my meds this time. And then take me to the pharmacist to get my meds before they call me with that ” YOUR PRESCRIPTION HAS BEEN READY FOR WEEKS AND IF YOU DON’T PICK IT UP SOON WE’LL RESTOCK IT. YOU ARE WASTING OUR TIME” message. And then bring me a cheesecake. And take me to the post office. And make me drink more water.
Jesus. I need a babysitter. For me.
I blame the meds. Or lack thereof.
PS. I don’t have a graphic to go with this post so instead I’ll show you the business cards I made for myself.
Please note that I forgot to put my name on them or a website or even what FURIOUSLY HAPPY is. I think it’s pretty obvious I made them without the benefit of drugs. Or possibly it seems more obvious that I am on drugs if I made business cards with Rory’s taxidermied raccoon face on them. Depends on the kind of drugs, I guess. But! You can do this with them:
They would come in much more handy if I ever left the house long enough to give out business cards, but at least I have some now, so…you know…baby steps.