Well, it's been said before, and I've no doubt it'll be said again. I've been questioned by police for my supposed plans to murder entire lots of people in the past. I've been accused of stalking by more people than I care to remember. Scary-Crayon has been described as the work of a crazy person. And now, with reference to what I wrote concerning this link, check out this recent blog comment from kadus:

I don't want to bitch out on anyone that I don't know but somebody pointed me to your blog regarding your comments about the farmer in the Phillipines that so repulsively murdered his wife.  You "understand" - what the fuck?  I don't care how tough your life has been or what you've been dealing with lately, to make such light out of something so tragic & disturbing & act like it's justified...you should really rethink this whole thing cause your comments make you look like a psycho.

RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!!!!

But seriously, kadus. Me? Psycho? Don't make me split your fucking skull open with a really big empty bottle of Bombay Sapphire dry gin laugh! HA HA! No.

Three things must be noted.

A) As kadus probably understood, and as I hope most of you got, that comment was mostly meant in jest. What most of you probably didn't get is that that line is also a reference to a Chris Rock comedy routine, during which he discussed (among other things) the O.J. situation and summed up his thoughts on the matter in a similar fashion. But that aside, the comment still stands, and I'll explain it. Are there some people fucking irritating enough to make you want to nail their mouths shut and beat them until they stop talking (and breathing)? Undoubtedly. Will I act on that impulse? Probably not. (Though with my current job, I wouldn't be surprised if I cracked sooner rather than later.) Moreover, am I advocating that anyone do so? No. Hence the comment, "Now, I'm not saying what he did was right, but... I understand."

B) And I do understand, because in my current job I deal with people who constantly annoy and depress the living shit out of me, and often I think I have it worse there than my other co-workers. Seriously, I wonder how many customers come in and purchase, oh, say, Beautiful Wasps Having Sex, and go on to proudly tell the other employees about how it's good for "them" to support "their" people? Not often, I imagine, but you get customers coming in puchasing shit with titles like Bling and pulling that number with me all the time. Oh, how I understand, drunken farmer man. Suffice it to say that, as Liv and others have noted, kadus has probably never worked a retail job.

C) Finally, my comments make me look like a psycho, do they? Well, I'm no stalker or mass-murderer (yet), but I never claimed to be Joe Normal. My comments make me look like a psycho, do they? And I'm sure that walking around with a three-foot grey crayon makes me look totally sane, or that hunching over a dirty toilet in a black apron with a tiny pink sponge in my rubber-gloved hand while wishing I would pass out and drown in the fucking filth because "HEY, THIS IS MY LIFE!" makes me look oh-so-respectable. It certainly makes the work I put into graduating from Yale with distinction in Philosophy (and all of the money my father spent on my four years of schooling) seem worthwhile.

Hey, kadus -- my comments make me look like a psycho, do they? Well, maybe I've got an excuse for my psychosis. Maybe I've got several. Hell, maybe I've got a lifetime of 'em. Are you a therapist? Are you offering me free sessions to sit down and chat with you about my life? Are you really interested in hearing my story in its entirety? Or are you a publisher? Do you find my trials interesting? Are you willing to give me a huge cash advance for the rights to my memoirs? Are you already thinking about a title for them? Something tasteful, but, of course, containing the word "psycho"? If so, please contact me here and we'll discuss the matter further.

If not, fuck off. But thanks for taking the time to comment!  🙂