Thank you, thank you, and thank you! It will defray the cost of my books for my opera class next semester, and it looks like someone out there will have a very happy holiday season.

I get so annoyed with online folks who "panhandle." I try not to do this, I think I've kindly pointed out the links to amazon and etsy a few times when times are tough. I don't have a tip jar because I personally don't care for them (though I understand a discreet link on a page), and I absolutely hate listening to podcasts and hearing the host go on about who's given them money. It's tacky. If you're going to sell ad space then be honest about it.

Really, there's nothing wrong with a thank you e-mail, people! I would do that very thing except the process is completely anonymous which is the way I prefer to do things. So instead I'm posting. Thank you.

Maybe I'm bitter and jealous. After all, I don't have the talent some folks have and I obviously don't have the social connections/aptitude that many online do. I'm broke with a property tax bill coming up next month (do not even ask about why there's no escrow account for this purpose--that is a long story).

Anyway, I haven't forgotten you guys. I've actually not been doing a whole lot lately, but I'll update you on the whole lot of nothing later on.

Oh, and anonymous buyer, you and I have similar tastes in books.

Labels: books, gratitude, open letter

Dear Brit,

Hey. Looks like you're having a tough time lately. Listen, I know how it is, when you feel like no one in the world is on your side and you might as well just give up. And I think I know what you need.

Now I'm no psychologist, I leave that hard work to Dr Gay. I have, however, seen Pure Country on many occasions. I'm sure you're a busy girl so here's a quick recap: George Strait plays a big time country star, Dusty, who gets tired of the superstar lifestyle. He cuts off his signature pony tail, goes to the country, works on a farm under a cloak of anonymity, falls in love with a girl, and, well, I don't want to spoil the ending here.

So here's my idea, Britney: Do like Dusty did. You've already gotten rid of your extensions. Let your mom take care of the kids for a little while and get the hell out of town. Heck, I'll offer you my spare room. Yes, it's a little humble, but you need some humbling. Why not work in a bar or restaurant? Sheeit, you could be totally anonymous. we'll work something out. After all, the lower you fly under the radar the less likely people are going to believe that you've located to NASHVILLE of all places.

You know what else? You can come to roller derby practice with me. We'll find you some skates, some pads, and a helmet. I guarantee that after a few months you'll be one tough bitch.

You're under a lot of stress, lady. You're getting out of a failed marriage and you've found yourself the subject of much derision. It's time to get away from the cameras. Anna Nicole Smith is dead, don't be so quick to fill her shoes.

Sincerely,
LPC

Labels: drama, open letter, pop culture