Wow...I just had to share this. 'Couldn't resist. This. Is. Excellent.

The following documents two emails in reaction to one of my canoe-trip blogs from a while back. I'm keeping all sources anonymous, Matt Cooper/Judith Miller-style.

(And I'm warning you - this person takes some shots at several of you out there, too.)

--Young Single Dickie


First email:

"Alright I read my first blog today. I've been avoiding it for the shear reason that I think most people don't have anything to say that I care about. Your friend (I use the word loosely) Dickey [sp] pretty much confirmed that. Setting aside the fact that I was interested bc one of my best friends was in attendance, he is a perfect example of why I don't want to read other people's journals...especially guys...especially young single guys. Why do they all have pretty much the same things to say? This is what I take away from his ridiculously self-absorbed (eye roll) blog...mmmm beer...mmmmm boobs...doh! no more boobs.

"Can you say unoriginal. This is what we get for being raised by Homer Simpson. Sorry I just had to vent. Anywho, he sounds like a real nice guy (cheesy grin). Maybe I'm not being fair after all at least he knows he's shallow...

"I'm totally just having fun I don't really think I can judge him from one boob infested blog message."

Well, at least they throw in that last part for some perspective, because I can appreciate that and relate. Lord knows: I never partake in spot-judgement! But hey, waitaminute...

Second email:

"I just got finished reading the comments. Of course I don't have the advantage of actually knowing these people and how they relate to each other (I feel like I just started watching a soap opera in the middle of a very intense plot).

"But I have to say although these male bloggers are entertaining in a gaper's delay kind of way, they are even more 2 dimensional than I first suspected. The only difference is that now I know they blog not because they think others are interested but because they like to hear themselves talk...er...blog. And yet I cannot look away. . ."

Hey, at least she couldn't look away, right?

What's that Frank Sinatra said once? "A man without enemies is a man without character"? Oh well. Now if you'll excuse me I'm off to write more about boobs and beer.

You can't please 'em all...