"Real meaning of life...stuff" - Daniel Jackson
Friday, September 30, 2005

     Today I got two…count them, two letters post-marked from Hong Kong.  They are both in Chinese.  One of them bears my instructor’s picture.

 

     I have no idea what they say.  My guess is, nothing good.  Something about multi-faced bad people and not being qualified to teach Kung Fu, and that my father smells of Elderberries.  Most likely an assertion that nobody else in Kung Fu will ever train me.  Perhaps a vague threat about having me “dealed” with.  Whatever.

 

     I’ve gotten to the point of being amused and not taking them seriously.  I look forward to seeing what Chinese stamps might be on the envelopes.  I have quite a collection.  These each bear a selection from the Children’s Stamps – Anderson’s Fairy Tails collection.  The selection?  The Little Match Girl.  Its denomination is $3 – presumably HKD.

 

     But what continues to mystify me is why would they bother to continue this harassment for so long?  What possible motive could they think this will achieve?  Obviously, it’s not going to stop me taking classes from my instructor, or I would have by now.  Obviously, they don’t have the guts to actually do anything to stop me, or they would have by now.

 

     So I am left to wonder, ultimately, what is the point of spending the time, money and energy to send out these letters?

 

     It just seems so pointless and more than stupid.  It seems desperate, lame and pathetic.

 

     Every letter is just one more piece of proof to me that I chose the correct instructor.

 

Friday, September 30, 2005 10:39:42 PM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [4] | #
Saturday, October 01, 2005 6:52:30 AM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00)
Maybe it's the love of exotic stamp collecting. Next time you'll need to piss off someone who will send you exotic post cards with vague threats.
dracut
Saturday, October 01, 2005 7:46:22 AM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00)
Presumably, the percentage of the population that can be this pissed off by someone choosing another person's business over theirs is so small that statistically, I am never going to meet another one.

But you never know. Maybe I can find a psychotic video store owner who will send me angry notes scrawled on the backs of collectable marquee posters just because I rented at Blockbuster.

Or a Schwan's guy who will make his displeasure known by precicely etched Haiku in the frost of giant tubs of premium ice cream.

Ooooooh Oooooh! A mad chocolatier. THINK of the possibilities.

I think that the angry mullet has established that this is, indeed a world where anything can happen.

Trees

Trees
Sunday, October 02, 2005 7:38:00 AM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00)
Seems to me you've got the makings of one to several Stone Soup films mocking the snot outta these idiots. I mean come on, intra-school rivalries the master and the student opposing one another, mullets, it practically writes itself. I see something wherein someone gets beaten with a non-traditional weapon, perhaps a pair or tube socks tied together or some sort of rubber chicken.
Bob Wagner
Sunday, October 02, 2005 3:47:50 PM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00)
You go to Blockbuster? That's so sad...
The Evil Cub
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