If you guessed “turds”—you’re wrong. We have mail! Hooray for us.
It certainly has been a heady two weeks. The Humboldt Mirror began on February first, and only eight days later, the lovely Redheaded Blackbelt discovered our quiet existence. She was kind enough to give us a shout-out on her delightful blog, and for this we are still pathetically grateful. (One of us totally wants you, Kym! Not saying who!)
Next came Rose from WatchPaul fame (Oh we’re watching, Rose, and we continue to be impressed!) followed by He Whose Name We Shall Not Speak over at the fricking Eureka Standard, who temporarily F-bombed our entire system with a dizzying onslaught of almost nine hits from his site in a single 48-hour period. (Be scared, bitches. We’re onto you now!)
Then on Thursday, after our IT department completed the necessary technical repairs, we learned that Carol and Greg were kind enough to link the Mirror to their own wonderful site, which features photos of beautiful sunsets and hot girl-on-girl action. (That oughtta get the counter clicking, new blog friends!)
Add all of this together and what does it mean? Fourteen days, and almost as many hits! We’re breathless.
But we’re not through yet. Just this afternoon we remembered we had an e-mail account, firstname.lastname@example.org, in which we found not one but TWO LETTERS. Both for us!
So let’s just lug out the ol’ mailbag and see what kind of props our devoted fans are giving us so far.
We begin with:
Dear Humboldt Mirror, Fuck you and then some. -Anonymous
Well, Anonymous, we feel you—but barely! Work on that technique.
And then there was:
Dear Humboldt Mirror, You disgust me. You’re beyond disgusting. Everything about you disgusts everything about me. I hope you all get ass-cancer and die. -Disgusted
Greetings and salutations, Disgusted. Really nice work with the screen name. For a minute there we worried that you wouldn’t be able to modify the root “disgust” into a fourth syntactical form. But you pulled it off. Please accept this gift as a tiny token of our appreciation. Hope you’re not blogging at work!
So stay with us, blog buddies. And if you get a chance, please send us a friendly note of your own to let us know how we’re doing.
The Humboldt Mirror
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