Ah, I wondered why I was getting comments all of a sudden. You people like the weirdest shit. So maybe Annti can post here if she's on the masthead? It occasionally helps when nothing else can sort out the permissions. Mind you, that means running the risk that Annti will post actual articles, like anyone would object. (For the record, I would be fucking delighted, if only because I can't read your actual blog, Annti, the color scheme is murder on the migraines). Has this been tried already and my pudding is right about everything?
Sadly, your pudding was prescient. We tried making her a blog author, and it STILL wouldn't take her comments. Technical support has been stumped, so now I'm shopping for an exorcist.
Of course you've tried it, sorry. Yeah, an exorcist would be where I'd head next too. So I don't have anything good enough to say about Peter Falk, but this guy does. My partner and I are in mourning. RIP, Peter. You were a class act.
Someone named Kim at Kraft has replied. This is a shitty week here, for a variety of reasons, and I have lost my funny. Once I get around to checking behind the couch, I'll see if I can come up with a reaction that beats "Fuck you, Kim." Because she probably doesn't really deserve that, even if I do rather suspect she's a sock puppet for a white male intern who actually has to answer the letters.
D., I'm sorry about the week. And I understand your desire to let a more measured response incubate, if only because whenever I hear that so-and-so is a sock puppet, I automatically imagine them as a sock monkey. And that really drains all the vim out of righteous indignation.
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