april fools, my ass.
Apr. 1st, 2004 09:33 amOne day I'm going to make up a horrible 1 April gone all wrong story and tell it to anyone who tries to play a prank on me. Like (this story is not true), when I was in college, my mom called me to tell me the cat was really sick and did I want to come home to say goodbye before they put her to sleep. And I thought, since it was 1 April, that it was a prank. So I didn't come home. And my cat died all alone, so these pranks make me remember this time when I was a shitty person. And then I'll cry, when I tell this story. And the prankster will feel shitty, too.
It'll be like counter-fools.
It's such a mean-spirited holiday. Okay, in the French tradition of sticking a fish picture on someone's back, it could be kindof harmlessly funny (in a very "we love Jerry Lewis" way). But people telling loved ones they're pregnant, fired, dying, won the lottery, whatever? That's just fucking with them. Of the lowest order
I choose, instead, to celebrate National Call Someone, Say "T.S. Eliot" and Hang Up Day. In which, in a nod to Joseph Heller and Prufrock, you call someone (or email anonymously) and say only "T.S. Eliot". It's funny. And not mean or emotionally exploitative.
It'll be like counter-fools.
It's such a mean-spirited holiday. Okay, in the French tradition of sticking a fish picture on someone's back, it could be kindof harmlessly funny (in a very "we love Jerry Lewis" way). But people telling loved ones they're pregnant, fired, dying, won the lottery, whatever? That's just fucking with them. Of the lowest order
I choose, instead, to celebrate National Call Someone, Say "T.S. Eliot" and Hang Up Day. In which, in a nod to Joseph Heller and Prufrock, you call someone (or email anonymously) and say only "T.S. Eliot". It's funny. And not mean or emotionally exploitative.