Open letter to Aaron Karo Vol. 2
Dear Aaron Karo:
I have previously devoted a rather annoyed screed at you on my extremely unread blog back in March, when I was not only once again greeted by another unfunny email from you via your listserv from which I have unsubscribed several times but also was jarred by your face on Boston.com. I figured that I would email you directly, because I was assured by your website that you, personally, read each and every email. Wow!!!
Despite my valiant efforts,, you are like the peddlers of cialis, rolex watches, and adjustable rate mortgages. I can't get rid of your emails no matter how hard I try. So, I ask of you two things. First, please remove my email address from your listserv one more time, and secondly, and I know this might be difficult, but please cease and desist in writing any columns, showing up on any shows on VH1, or pretty much showing up in public ever again. At this point, your presence only makes me believe that I could succeed in Hollywood as well, which will cause me to pursue a hapless and financially devestating pipe dream because I don't have rich parents who can support me while I hang out in LA and talk about things that interest no one.
So please, stop. Stop playing into the dreams of untalented writers everywhere who say: "Hey, if this dipshit can be famous, so can I". I know you and all of your friends are anxiously awaiting the premier of your 6 episode sitcom starring Michael Rappaport and Wayne Brady, but please, hang 'em up. You're providing no talent ass clowns everywhere false hope. And you're annoying me.
All the best,
Dave.
I have previously devoted a rather annoyed screed at you on my extremely unread blog back in March, when I was not only once again greeted by another unfunny email from you via your listserv from which I have unsubscribed several times but also was jarred by your face on Boston.com. I figured that I would email you directly, because I was assured by your website that you, personally, read each and every email. Wow!!!
Despite my valiant efforts,, you are like the peddlers of cialis, rolex watches, and adjustable rate mortgages. I can't get rid of your emails no matter how hard I try. So, I ask of you two things. First, please remove my email address from your listserv one more time, and secondly, and I know this might be difficult, but please cease and desist in writing any columns, showing up on any shows on VH1, or pretty much showing up in public ever again. At this point, your presence only makes me believe that I could succeed in Hollywood as well, which will cause me to pursue a hapless and financially devestating pipe dream because I don't have rich parents who can support me while I hang out in LA and talk about things that interest no one.
So please, stop. Stop playing into the dreams of untalented writers everywhere who say: "Hey, if this dipshit can be famous, so can I". I know you and all of your friends are anxiously awaiting the premier of your 6 episode sitcom starring Michael Rappaport and Wayne Brady, but please, hang 'em up. You're providing no talent ass clowns everywhere false hope. And you're annoying me.
All the best,
Dave.
posted by quint at 5:01 PM
1 Comments:
tells it like is for an entire generation. wow, i have a reader from 1997. go see good will hunting, its a really great movie.
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