Posted by Hov at proxy.caris.com on February 28, 2002 at 13:51:47:
In Reply to: Get out your hankies folks... posted by Kevin on February 28, 2002 at 13:42:16:
you totally made me out to be a complete liar below....wheres my coat????
Unhappyly Hov
: ...because here comes the heart-breaking true story of why I was on the
: phone for all of two minutes.
: : ---Wait...He was on the phone ..(and I could almost guarantee it was to
: his wife and daughter)...
: Actually, I was on the phone with my mother, who was standing outside of
: the Con with my wheelchair-ridden father, asking me how to get in. I very
: briefly instructed them which door to go through and which volunteer to
: look for who'd help them find me, so that I could go back to signing stuff.
: "Hollywood" indeed.
: It's dickheads like this cry-baby turncoat (not Malcolm, whose post I'm
: responding to here, mind you; I'm talking about the cry-baby turncoat
: Malcolm, himself, was responding to; although, for the record, Malcolm has
: also sworn himself a "fan no more" on any number of occasions, when I've
: begged him to stop cooking pasta with rancid-smelling cheese in my house at
: three in the morning) that make me want to stop going to Cons at all. But
: I love doing the Q&A's - fucking love it - so my compulsion to stand before
: a thousand people and tell stories about Mewes' dick beats out my momentary
: frustration over the fact that a) I can't please absolutely everybody, and
: b) some of those who go unpleased will most assuredly tear their coat and
: tell me I'm dead to them, like Olivier in "The Jazz Singer."
: Such is the price one (very rarely, thankfully) has to pay for maintaining
: a close relationship with the audience: familiarity can sometimes breed
: contempt.
: Oh, to be a demon with green skin and two red horns on my head. Life would
: be so much simpler...
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