Google Is Not a Uniter
Yesterday I learned from Drink at Work.com reader CJo that Scott Stantis, creator of the conservative comic strip Prickly City, mentioned this site in his October 29th podcast. It appears that like many of us do, he had Googled his name and came across a review of his strip in one of our earlier installments of Comic Strip Writing 101.
However, rather than present an argument countering my opinions on his writing or ideology, he focused on the one section of the article that I am by no means proud of--my rather callous remark regarding his college education. Not only was it a cheap shot on my part, it was also unproductive and unkind and I regret it.
So in the interest of leveling the playing field, I would like to share a short list of my many character flaws and foul-ups. Although I have no reason to believe that Mr. Stantis would care to return one personal slight for another, I present the following in the hopes that the two of us can achieve equal footing and return to simply hating each other's strips:
* I cannot swim.
* I learned to drive well after I grew up, meaning that when it comes to prowess behind the wheel I make Mr. Magoo look like A.J. Foyt.
* Although I received confirmation from the Catholic Church, I have never actually given confession.
* People tend to mistake me for being a nice guy when, in fact, I often do the minimum that's required to be thought of favorably.
* According to a few medical tests, I do not possess a sense of smell.
* I frequently draw parallels with what someone is saying to something in my life, not so much to express empathy but to focus on me (re: this very post).
* As a child I was so overwhelmingly shy that a girl who I had shared several classes with from elementary through high school--and knew by name--approached me in the 12th grade and kindly asked if I had just transferred to her school distict.
* I did not have a girlfriend until sophomore year of college. She opted to keep her virginity.
* I write because although I am quite shy, I do crave attention...just not in person.
* As an English major I chose to challenge myself academically by taking Physics--not Oceonography--as my one science requirement, only to wind up with a D-, a grade that I could only achieve thanks to constant instruction from my roommate Drew.
* I had a marketing boss who I loathed to such a pronounced degree that if I were to hear of his passing, I would probably buy myself something nice.
* After a night of grain alcohol and rented outdoor hot tubs on my college campus I awoke to find myself in a piano room of the Music Building, naked (and alone), forcing me to run back to my dorm at 7:30 Sunday morning only to crash into a very nice girl from my floor, her Bible study group and her visiting mom.
* I lost count of just how many times I revised this list for both personal and professional reasons.
However, rather than present an argument countering my opinions on his writing or ideology, he focused on the one section of the article that I am by no means proud of--my rather callous remark regarding his college education. Not only was it a cheap shot on my part, it was also unproductive and unkind and I regret it.
So in the interest of leveling the playing field, I would like to share a short list of my many character flaws and foul-ups. Although I have no reason to believe that Mr. Stantis would care to return one personal slight for another, I present the following in the hopes that the two of us can achieve equal footing and return to simply hating each other's strips:
* I cannot swim.
* I learned to drive well after I grew up, meaning that when it comes to prowess behind the wheel I make Mr. Magoo look like A.J. Foyt.
* Although I received confirmation from the Catholic Church, I have never actually given confession.
* People tend to mistake me for being a nice guy when, in fact, I often do the minimum that's required to be thought of favorably.
* According to a few medical tests, I do not possess a sense of smell.
* I frequently draw parallels with what someone is saying to something in my life, not so much to express empathy but to focus on me (re: this very post).
* As a child I was so overwhelmingly shy that a girl who I had shared several classes with from elementary through high school--and knew by name--approached me in the 12th grade and kindly asked if I had just transferred to her school distict.
* I did not have a girlfriend until sophomore year of college. She opted to keep her virginity.
* I write because although I am quite shy, I do crave attention...just not in person.
* As an English major I chose to challenge myself academically by taking Physics--not Oceonography--as my one science requirement, only to wind up with a D-, a grade that I could only achieve thanks to constant instruction from my roommate Drew.
* I had a marketing boss who I loathed to such a pronounced degree that if I were to hear of his passing, I would probably buy myself something nice.
* After a night of grain alcohol and rented outdoor hot tubs on my college campus I awoke to find myself in a piano room of the Music Building, naked (and alone), forcing me to run back to my dorm at 7:30 Sunday morning only to crash into a very nice girl from my floor, her Bible study group and her visiting mom.
* I lost count of just how many times I revised this list for both personal and professional reasons.
posted by Francesco Marciuliano at 2:46 PM
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7 Comments:
*shakes head*
something similar happened to me in the 8th grade. not the naked part, but i missed 3 and a half weeks of school, and when i got back, several people asked me if i was new. the thing is, when i WAS new, they were never that welcoming.
Interestingly, Scott seems to have the same favorable view of bestiality as Scooter Libby, since a recent series of strips was devoted to Carmen's misapprehension that Winslow had a love jones for her. I'm just saying that it makes more sense all the time why the wingnuts are always talking about Santorum-style hot man-on-dog action: they're just plain into the zoo scene!
I bet that dude at the horse farm in Washington was a big local contributor to the GOP.
Dude,
Scott Stantis can suck my french toasted, oatmeal crusted club sandwich.
And I mean that with the utmost drunken sincerity.
Keep on keepin' on, ya big galoot.
Yours,
E.Bacon
I had to sit through 15 minutes of Scott Stantis's mutual/self admiration society meeting just to get to the part where he vaguely trashes Ces without ever catching on that Ces is a fellow comic writer. I am owed that 15 minutes. And the repair of my eardrums. I will never get that sound out.
I can't swim either!
* People tend to mistake me for being a nice guy when, in fact, I often do the minimum that's required to be thought of favorably.
Soulmates!
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