The Ever-Loving Virgin Prince
Friday, January 14, 2005
Rude Phone Calls From Police Fundraiser Telemarketers
Good citizens,
A peculiar thing happened to me today. I was sitting quietly at home, minding my own business, when the phone rang at 10 minutes to 9:00 PM.
“Hello?”
“Hello?!” came the response, with a bit too much force behind it, strangely, “My name is Vince and I’m calling on behalf of the San Mateo County Sheriff’s Department. How are you doing tonight?”
“Doing fine,” was my casual, yet cordial, response.
“EXCUSE ME?!” he replied, again with too much stress on his words.
“Doing fine,” I repeated, trying to make sure he understood me.
“Well I didn’t say “buy anything”, BUT GOODBYE!!!” he yelled at me.
I attempted briefly to reply, as he’d clearly misheard me, but I was so completely caught off-guard from his response that I was momentarily silent with surprise. Of course, he’d already hung up on me.
How rude.
Tomorrow, I’ll be calling the San Mateo County Sheriff’s department, if only for the sake of causing more trouble than necessary. I expect better than such rude treatment at the hands of people calling to ask for my hard-earned money. Old Vince shouldn’t have mentioned his name, not to mention he probably should have been a bit more polite, and capable of actually listening. (I suppose the highly trained ears of one such as he are only capable of hearing credit card numbers and money amounts.) Of course, after filing my complaint towards Vince, if they do then choose to try once more to ask me for a donation for the policeman’s ball, or whatever thing they might be soliciting for, I’m afraid I’ll have to say no.
While I would have said no anyway, due to my meager funds, I’ll be sure and tell them it’s due to Vince’s poor behavior. Thanks Vince!
Be seeing you,
The Virgin Prince
A peculiar thing happened to me today. I was sitting quietly at home, minding my own business, when the phone rang at 10 minutes to 9:00 PM.
“Hello?”
“Hello?!” came the response, with a bit too much force behind it, strangely, “My name is Vince and I’m calling on behalf of the San Mateo County Sheriff’s Department. How are you doing tonight?”
“Doing fine,” was my casual, yet cordial, response.
“EXCUSE ME?!” he replied, again with too much stress on his words.
“Doing fine,” I repeated, trying to make sure he understood me.
“Well I didn’t say “buy anything”, BUT GOODBYE!!!” he yelled at me.
I attempted briefly to reply, as he’d clearly misheard me, but I was so completely caught off-guard from his response that I was momentarily silent with surprise. Of course, he’d already hung up on me.
How rude.
Tomorrow, I’ll be calling the San Mateo County Sheriff’s department, if only for the sake of causing more trouble than necessary. I expect better than such rude treatment at the hands of people calling to ask for my hard-earned money. Old Vince shouldn’t have mentioned his name, not to mention he probably should have been a bit more polite, and capable of actually listening. (I suppose the highly trained ears of one such as he are only capable of hearing credit card numbers and money amounts.) Of course, after filing my complaint towards Vince, if they do then choose to try once more to ask me for a donation for the policeman’s ball, or whatever thing they might be soliciting for, I’m afraid I’ll have to say no.
While I would have said no anyway, due to my meager funds, I’ll be sure and tell them it’s due to Vince’s poor behavior. Thanks Vince!
The Virgin Prince
The Virgin Prince, 1:57 AM
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Monday, January 10, 2005
Ripped Off By Rabid Journey Fans!
To those of you in the real world,
I hate to interrupt myself in the middle of a story, but there’s something I really have to bring up. I’ve discovered something rather peculiar. I’ve had one of my stories printed up on a fanpage for the rock band Journey. Specifically, the page is for their former lead singer, Steve Perry.
I must say, I’m fairly flattered, as people seem to like my tale, and there’s quite a few nice things printed about me on the page. I do have fans! Take that, ex-girlfriend!
But I’m fairly hurt too. See, they reprinted my story without permission. They made sure to put a link back to my page with it so that I am given credit for it, and I certainly would have allowed them to reprint my story, but I’m just a bit annoyed that no one asked me, or even notified me. An email would have been nice; a link to my email address is rather prominently displayed on the sidebar of my page.
They did a little editing too, something which always ticks me off, particularly when it’s done without my permission. Listen, it’s called Spaceslut and Robot Day, NOT “Spacevery *friendly* person and Robot Day” as they called it. Listen, you have to respect other people, their property, and their beliefs. You do not go trampling over my beliefs by renaming one of the holy days of Festivus. I don’t refer to Christmas as “Dead-Average-Crazy-Guy-That-Started-Bogus-Religion Day”.
What if I started referring to “Mullet-and-mole guy” and his former band “Not-quite-a-Supertramp”? See, it’s just not the same.
Who are these people to say that my story and I are full of B.S.? The sheer audacity of them, doubting the heroics of the Virgin Prince! I’m supposed to blindly believe that they’re a “Hotel Owner”, “Steve Perry's Personal Assistant”, and “Steve Perry Assistant Tour Manager”? Methinks someone else needs to wake up and find reality.
How dare the buggers accuse me of not being up on my Journey! Here’s the link, I’m going to go play the Journey videogame some more.
Be seeing you,
The Virgin Prince
I hate to interrupt myself in the middle of a story, but there’s something I really have to bring up. I’ve discovered something rather peculiar. I’ve had one of my stories printed up on a fanpage for the rock band Journey. Specifically, the page is for their former lead singer, Steve Perry.
I must say, I’m fairly flattered, as people seem to like my tale, and there’s quite a few nice things printed about me on the page. I do have fans! Take that, ex-girlfriend!
But I’m fairly hurt too. See, they reprinted my story without permission. They made sure to put a link back to my page with it so that I am given credit for it, and I certainly would have allowed them to reprint my story, but I’m just a bit annoyed that no one asked me, or even notified me. An email would have been nice; a link to my email address is rather prominently displayed on the sidebar of my page.
They did a little editing too, something which always ticks me off, particularly when it’s done without my permission. Listen, it’s called Spaceslut and Robot Day, NOT “Spacevery *friendly* person and Robot Day” as they called it. Listen, you have to respect other people, their property, and their beliefs. You do not go trampling over my beliefs by renaming one of the holy days of Festivus. I don’t refer to Christmas as “Dead-Average-Crazy-Guy-That-Started-Bogus-Religion Day”.
What if I started referring to “Mullet-and-mole guy” and his former band “Not-quite-a-Supertramp”? See, it’s just not the same.
Who are these people to say that my story and I are full of B.S.? The sheer audacity of them, doubting the heroics of the Virgin Prince! I’m supposed to blindly believe that they’re a “Hotel Owner”, “Steve Perry's Personal Assistant”, and “Steve Perry Assistant Tour Manager”? Methinks someone else needs to wake up and find reality.
How dare the buggers accuse me of not being up on my Journey! Here’s the link, I’m going to go play the Journey videogame some more.
The Virgin Prince
Friday, January 07, 2005
Bow Your Heads
Wow, has it really been that long since you’ve been able to stare your doe-like eyes at my fine, fine words?
I’ll grant you all a nice long post tomorrow.
For now I want to say a word or two about Will Eisner: WILL EISNER IS THE MAN! It really doesn’t get much better than The Spirit.
Okay, those were my words. For those of you that care, look up Will Eisner, you just may be impressed. I’m pretty sure they even named an award after him.
I myself keep wondering why God keeps taking all the good ones and leaving us with the crap. First Jack Kirby, now Will Eisner; why the hell isn’t Stan Lee in a pine box? It’s not like the world needs the genius behind Stripperella and Backstreet Boys the Comic.
I know, I’m bitter. I’m sure the comics are absolutely great in Heaven.
Ravage 2099, anyone?
I’ll grant you all a nice long post tomorrow.
For now I want to say a word or two about Will Eisner: WILL EISNER IS THE MAN! It really doesn’t get much better than The Spirit.
Okay, those were my words. For those of you that care, look up Will Eisner, you just may be impressed. I’m pretty sure they even named an award after him.
I myself keep wondering why God keeps taking all the good ones and leaving us with the crap. First Jack Kirby, now Will Eisner; why the hell isn’t Stan Lee in a pine box? It’s not like the world needs the genius behind Stripperella and Backstreet Boys the Comic.
I know, I’m bitter. I’m sure the comics are absolutely great in Heaven.
Ravage 2099, anyone?
