mailer-daemon... its time for murder.

so i send out a "hey facebookers, check out my blog" email and the usual suspects decide its the right time to respond... kara, kristin, kiwi, you know... the favorites. still waiting for all the state workers to reply (if in fact this is not a blocked site) and they will eventually...

but when you send out a mass email to friends and family you always get a notice of who in fact did NOT get the email. for free no less... and that daemon guy seems to always have his finger on the trigger the second i hit "send"... he's always there no matter how long your email is to tell you "don't bother asking Bill what he thinks of your email cause Bill moved on past you and decided not to send you an update of his email address so just make it known to your shitty life that Bill isn't in it anymore..." ipod contacts: delete Bill.

is there any wonder why the USPS is going out of business? i liked throwing my mail into the mailbox, reopening that tiny door to make sure gravity still worked, and letting my letter go far and wide across the country to anytown, USA... and like clockwork it arrived there. and just like your swatch, or um, rolex, the battery sometimes died in the USPS's clock and your letter was basically a message in a bottle waiting to be found. the greatest thing though was that noone was there to tell you it wasn't delivered. at that point its their fault.

i think this daemon guy's message needs to be corked and sent on his wet, wild, merry voyage, and leave us believing that everyone always got our emails, so we always feel good inside, like the USPS does... this is a free service provided by daemon, which is not far from "damian". (err, lucifer himself...that book's darth vader. . . maybe it'd be better if james earl jones told you your email didn't make it... )

yet usps is going away slowly but surely, unlike the price of stamps, which never goes down. imagine if your reply to the publisher's clearing house had the golden ticket yet some dude dressed like chuck cranston after the big fight with wren showed up at your door to tell you ed mcmahon wasn't around the corner with balloons for you... you'd wanna kill him too.

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