Today, at exactly 1:59 p.m. EST, someone in the Wethersfield, CT vicinity posted a comment to my very first blog post ever, a post cobbled together some two-and-a-half years ago. They had apparently been performing a Google search for "who invented Polly Pocket dolls" and were directed to moi.
It's painful looking back at that post, and remembering how I fucking labored over it and wondered if I should actually hit "publish" and how, once I did, my whole life could potentially change FOREVER. Now, it's painful to think that I've actually sat at this goddamn keyboard 569 times since then and ham-fisted out my bullshit blatherings over and over and over again. And did I mention over again?
I do love how the recent commenter is obviously fucking pissed off that I don't seem to understand that THEY CALL IT POLLY POCKET BECAUSE SHE'S POCKET-SIZED YOU DOOF!!! And it is "doof," by the way, "Jeezus." From the latin "doofus," meaning "lacking and/or being in serious need of a grip and/or clue." I don't mean to call you out in such a public forum, Jeezus, but here at crabbydad, we spell our disses correctly, or we don't diss at all. Wait... or is it "dis"?
Anywhich, Jeezus, I am.