Thursday, March 16, 2006


Today I received an email that nearly caused me to have a seizure. I want to hunt down whoever originally generated it and beat them with a dead mackerel.

The subject line featured the message "Fw: Fw: Time?" and I wouldn't put it past the gal that sent it to have forwarded it without even reading it. It's not unusual for her to send a block of over a dozen emails at once to everybody in her address book. We love her, so we forgive her and joke about it when she's not around.

Lately I've taken to deleting every email in my inbox that includes the words blessing, friend, happy, love, buddy, cute, sweet, and/or special without even opening them. Ditto if I see brighten your day, Maxine, Garfield, Christian, this is funny, please sign and forward, thankful or prayer. I know what they're going to say, and I'm not about to inflict them on ten people. I'll just have to do without that mysterious phone call that's supposed to happen the instant I hit send, the warm fuzzies I'm supposed to get or the miracle that will occur in three days ("I didn't believe it, but I sent it to ten people and within an hour Ed McMahon was at my door!").

I also trash anything that requests I send it back to her. (It always claims I will "know why" when I "read it," but this has never been the case. Nope, still baffled as to why anybody would want to see that crap twice.) Luckily, Mom wades through these ghastly time-suckers and sends me the ones that are really worthwhile, usually because her WebTV won't play .wmv files or anything made in PowerPoint.

Anyhow, today's message included some terrible poetry, the words "If I don't get this back, I will know you really didn't read it," and the following image:

Does this remind anybody else of the Chicano paintings featuring Popocatep├ętl and Iztaccihuatl? Is that a signature down there in the corner? Good thing I can't decipher it. This piece of artwork irritates me on so many levels. The proportion sucks. It's tacky. It's a Christian cliche. The colors are hideous. It's not remotely believable. I think symbolism works best when it's subtle, and its obviousness makes this image agonizingly juvenile. I think I'd feel a little better if the ectoplasmic Saviour was carrying a librarian in gray tweed and orthopedic shoes, instead of an actress in a satin slip. What's with the D-cups and the gold bangle? I know God loved even Popocatep├ętl, but please.

I wasn't going to post the rest, but I'm in a truly foul mood and I want to inflict it on others. Check out the clever title:

I knelt to pray but not for long,
I had too much to do.
I had to hurry and get to work
For bills would soon be due.
So I knelt and said a hurried prayer,
And jumped up off my knees.
My Christian duty was now done
My soul could rest at ease.....
All day long I had no time
To spread a word of cheer
No time to speak of Christ to friends,
They'd laugh at me I'd fear.
No time, no time, too much to do,
That was my constant cry,
No time to give to souls in need
But at last the time, the time to die.
I went before the Lord,
I came, I stood with downcast eyes.
For in his hands God! held a book;
It was the book of life.
God looked into his book and said
"Your name I cannot find
I once was going to write it down...
But never Found the time"

Now do you have the time
to pass it on?

"Too bad that the person who sent it to me did not know ten people who would admit to knowing the Lord.

If I send this to you (you mean, at this point I still have a choice?), please send it back so I will know that my friends do know the lord.

I know ten people.
Do You Love Him?

This is a simple test:


If you want to keep me in the fold- flimsy as my faith is- don't create guilt-inducing emails featuring hideous art, ridiculous poetry, and terrible grammar.


Blogger dorothy rothschild said...

Ah ha ha ha ha ha!

I like the whole do it or burn in hell aspect of the whole thing. Nice.

I have an aunt and uncle who no longer speak to me because I somehow got on their email list to receive stuff like this and I wrote my dad (to whom I no longer speak) an email asking him what I should do that included some rather colorful language, including something along the lines of "tired of getting crap forwarded from their idiot coworkers," among other gems. I may have blasphemed a few times, too. My dad, being the suave and savvy person he is, just forwarded my email to them with "Ditto for me too" underneath it.

My sympathies, darlin'.

March 17, 2006 at 11:42 AM  
Blogger A said...

Thank you.

I hope she doesn't happen by the blog and get her feelings hurt, but really, if I send it back to her, she'll send it to me again. So jeez. Sometimes a girl just has to rant.

March 17, 2006 at 1:44 PM  
Blogger a572mike said...

Oh good, I'm glad that I'm not the only one who hits delete when these damned things come into my inbox!

March 19, 2006 at 10:37 PM  
Blogger A said...


March 20, 2006 at 12:38 PM  

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