The Antisocial Socialist

Note for new friends: My paternal grandmother is a very weird crazy lady who, in recent years, has gained access to the internet. While in my nearly 30 years on the planet she has consistently failed to acknowledge my existence or spell my name properly*, I did somehow make it onto her e-mail spam list. She regularly sends me racist e-mail forwards set in Comic Sans, accompanied by blinky gifs.

( Today's spam might take the cake, though )

I need a tag for my grandmother's shitty forwards.

* Which is more justifiable since I found out that she was using "Egon Gron" as her internets name. Her name is not Egon Gron.

I just came back from seeing The Black Rider at Tarragon Theatre. I am somewhat incoherent with joy and squee. It's my favourite musical (I mean, Tom Waits and William S. Burroughs—how completely awesome can you get?) and the cast and director did an utterly perfect job of it. I imagine that it's a fairly hard production to mount, and they did it splendidly. And it looked like they were having a blast. I am tempted to go see it again, and if you're in Toronto, you should go see it too.


Evil is hot.

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My bio-grandmother just sent me this piece of drivel. Why do they let old people use HTML-coded e-mail?

( Cut for drivel )

So I'm sending her back:

Actually, it *is* racist. (And it's grammatically atrocious. People who tell others to learn a language ought to learn it themselves first.)

Descendants of European invaders who plundered this country ought to be ashamed of themselves for believing in the claptrap of Mr. Allen and his ilk. Did *his* ancestors bother learning the language of the people from whom they stole this land?

Feel free to pass my comments along if you agree!