Friday Q&A

Questionable Celebration

Greetings, crickets and trolls. Welcome to a very special anniversary edition of the Q&A. Four score and five years ago, I looked upon the Fark-related hate blogging community and found it wanting. Where was the carefully-sourced accuracy? The unbiased commentary that we were all demanding so vocally? A change had to be made, and so I took pen to paper. Later on, I would discard the paper and just write directly on the computer screen to save time.

Q: Why does Fark need bloggers?

A: Everything needs bloggers. Blogging is the single greatest form of human expression ever comprised. Better than poetry, better than painting, the tapestry I carefully weave with my butthurt is fit to hang in any gallery, alongside works by the great masters of every artistic discipline. In fact, get all that old crap out of there. Maybe if da Vinci had rambled on incessantly about his various opinions, people would remember whatever it is he's famous for.

Q: How did you get into blogging?

A: A dear old friend of mine showed me just how fun it can be to vomit out a wall of text and then stare as it languishes on the screen. Good old TSZ. We'll never know exactly what happened to him, but I assume he died. Let's have a moment of silence now, in honor of all the silent moments we experienced whenever he attempted humor.

Q: Why are you celebrating the Clinic's anniversary a month late?

A: Oops. In classic Picture Clinic style, I didn't pay attention. It's not exactly worthy of being marked on my calendar, so the only way I can save the date is by remembering it. Now we all know my memory is flawless. I'm able to recall things that happened five or even ten minutes ago. But somehow, the golden anniversary of my hate blog's inception went unnoticed. Both readers must have been pretty upset about that. My apologies.

That's all for this time, gentle reader. Thanks again for stopping in. I hope to bring you many more years of insane commentary that is tangentially related to Photoshop. The traditional gift for the five year anniversary is wood, but I already get wood every time you happen by to read my words of hate.

Stay tuned for more unpleasant imagery from the Doctor!