false advertising
July 10, 2008
This is not me:
Looks like this is one candidate who’s coming up from behind.
I fucking wish it were me. It could have been me, if I’d thunk of it first. Also, it’s a lot like me, especially the coming up from behind bit.*
*That sounds worse than I intended. I mean, as in “I love sneaking up on bottoms,” not as in “I love sneaking up on bottoms.” Not that there’s anything wrong with the latter. It’s just not what I meant.
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If you don’t credit Dana (by using her full name and preferably by linking back to the appropriate post) for however you copy, distribute, transmit or adapt her words, you are being bad. And naughty. And she will have her servant monkeys hunt you down and cut your hands off so you can never copy, distribute, transmit or adapt anyone’s work again and call it your own.
(Unless, of course, you were to use your butt cheeks to manipulate your keyboard with the copying, distributing, transmitting, adapting and whatnot, but Dana fortunately has only met one person whose butt cheeks are that talented. He could play a major third on a piano using nothing but his ass. She kids you not.).
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I think this is a joke, somehow perpetrated by one Jillypoet, the Queen of Rusery. I don’t know how she did it, but I suspect this is a news item manufactured to make me think it’s about a “Dana Martin.” I dunno, though. I am a little suspicious when I shouldn’t be. At times.
I think you’re right, because if you watch it the whole way through you get the chance to fill in the name of a friend and have the same trick played on them.
Quite clever, especially the bit with the tattoo on the elderly woman’s - uhh - back. How they manage to personalise that video clip for everyone, I don’t know.
Catherine, I knew when I posted it that it was a trick, but I posted it anyway, since it is funny. I should watch it and send a copy with your name on it to you.
Are you the SAME Dana Martin who used to live here at this address a couple of months ago? If not, what have you done with her body, or are you some kind of alien being who is inhabiting her body? Shall I call the cops? The FBI? At this moment, I am about to dial 911.
Oh, wait…maybe You are the REAL Dana, and the OTHER one was an imposter….in any case, you will have a lot of explaining to do when those 911 guys knock on your door.
Joyce, you are onto me. I am not the same Dana Martin who was blogging here a couple of months ago. I never was that Dana Martin. That Dana Martin has been preserved, stuffed, sewn shut and propped up in a chair over in the corner. See? See her there, smiling her perpetual smile.
Oh! That’s a poem idea. I am off … to poem.
I thought you were only writing prose this summer. I guess that was another Dana Martin.
I’m not eligible to be president of the US since I wasn’t born there. Besides, I’ve always thought that anyone who actually wants to be president is too crazy to be fit to be president. It’s a good joke, though.
(Sorry to be a bit thick about your knowing it was a joke)
Catherine, you can be as thick as you want in these parts.
I like Obama. I think he’s not crazy. Or not too crazy.