I feel like such a bum.

[jazzfish]

Usually I mail about a zillion people on the 14th reminding them that once I too was an angsty demigoth, but between the dentist and being vaguely sick I wasn't actually home and awake long enough to do so. So in case you're overly cheerful about V-day, remember: last year Charles Schultz died right before it.

If you're morbidly curious, the whole thing started in 1995 when I got to go to a viewing (pre-funeral) for an Order of the Arrow (Boy Scout thing) advisor on V-day. Every year I find a little more information on the Massacre. It's kind of neat, in its own sick twisted way.

Vond's response yesterday was "You look like a devil-priest. Not that that's a bad look for you."

Comments

Steph again. Don't I have anything better to do than this?

[(Anonymous)]

So I was really pissed yesterday that you didn't send out the "Valentine's Day Massacre" e-mail, until I got here and read your journal. Lana (http://lana.smalltownfreak.org) posted it too, although she got the details wrong. Then I was much happier.

--Steph (http://www.angelfire.com/rant/lookingglass)

I blame myself.

[jazzfish]

For Lana's mistake, that is. When I first sent this out (back at the dawn of time, before you could find _everything_ on the web) I'd thought there were in fact fourteen casualties, and that they were upright Chicago businessmen. Then I did some research, and some more, and some more... and at some point my list shrank and grew and shrank and grew and lana fell off somewhere in there.
So it goes.

....Only nobody's dead.

[(Anonymous)]

Ah, well. These things happen. Hope your valentine's was fabulous. Mine was. I had it today, and it rocked. (I think the trick is just moving the date....)
On a totally different note, someone's been reading my page from Cornell University. Skriedle, show thyself! (I love having a hit counter...it makes me feel all sneaky and shit.)