Funny {ha ha ha} how my thoughts turned as I read through that. Reality television seems wholly based on the premise that people want to watch their fellow men make fools of themselves/ writhe in self inflicted agony of the ego/ exhibit genuine distress. I couldn't help feel by the end that what that chap had written could possibly be a brilliant conscious pitch to that precise format. But do not know because I am not a television executive. (And perhaps it's because I do not know that I will never be one...)
Top stuff on the site lately - makes me laugh. Get that novel printed.
That' an eastern Washington State area code.
Love,
Flash
Thanks, Latté. I think I may be with you. As poorly written as the pitch is, it really just adds to the freak factor, which gets MY attention, anyway. Just thank God you're not a television executive. Don't hold your breath waiting for the novel, though. I'm pretty confident that it will be published, but it's bound to be a long, unpleasant process.
Flash - Do you think that might have something to do with the fact that the person lists a Spokane mailing address? Dimwit.
I found myself laughing historically just now. It was quite disconcerting, as I needed help to get the suit of armor and stovepipe hat off.
For me it was a big Elizabethan frilly collar and a big Southern Belle hoop skirt.
I'm not claiming to be an english teacher. I'm just trying to get my idea on the air. However, thanks for your feedback.
Best regards,
Victor Kinswa
Another thing is, OUTtv pay for air time, not for production or producing ideas.
Best regards,
Victor Kinswa
Also, Patton Oswalt does not look like a retard, jerk.
Fuck. I guess there goes part two. Goddamn people, and their actually existing and having feelings and such.
Then again, it WAS spam...
Fuck. Goddamn digital age, bringing us all closer together. Goddamn my having both a conscience and an unremitting desire to make fun of everything. Not to mention lots more of Victor's proposal still left to pick apart. Bastard world. This is proof of God's existence and His infinite cruelty. Damn it.
Bob "Web Master":
I broke up with you, get over it! You verbally, mentally, and physically abused me. Like a fool, I gave you my money to help support you. I told Wayne that you keep calling me. He's not to happy with you. Please leave me alone. I wrote up a police report about you.
Victoria
Damnit, now I'm really intruiged...
Dear Vic: You have me confused with somebody else. Frankly, I think you have a lot of things confused with a lot of other things. We've never met, I've never called you, and you are now the one harrassing me. I was sent your stupid spam, I made fun of it, end of story. Nothing personal, just business. Best of luck to you, and send my love to Wayne.
If your not Bob, why did you mention Wayne. You always say smack behind his back, but your a scared little boy in front of his face.
This is shaping up to be just like North by Northwest--you write about some humorous mistaken-identity e-mail, and next thing you know you're hanging off the face of Mt. Rushmore with Eva St. Marie.
Ever since the Great Space Coaster petition guy came after me, I'm planning on never writing about a real person again.
Dear Victor,
I am not Bob. My name is Rob. I have never met you, I have never met Wayne. I have never been in Washington State, and I hope I never am, because I am pretty sure it is filled with weirdos. I would never have heard of you if you hadn't mass e-mailed that ridiculous TV proposal to presumably thousands of strangers. Leave me alone. If you do not want to be made fun of, do not e-mail your stupid ideas to strangers.
Bye.
Ian - That made me laugh, because it was funny.
Non, mais, it is all a big joke, right? Rob, you wrote this yourself?
I wish. Well, not really. But no, I only wrote the parts that are attributed to me.
"Rob":
You created this comment box with me in regards. So, this is an invitation for anyone's thoughts. Oh, by the way, I've received two threatining phone calls since you posted my idea. It sounds pretty peculiar to me.
Victor
Yes, this is an invitation for anyone's thoughts. No, I did not create anything with you in mind. See, I don't KNOW you. To me, you are a stranger who spammed me. I'm sorry that you've received threatening phone calls, but I suspect that has more to do with YOU EMAILING YOUR FUCKING PHONE NUMBER TO GOD KNOWS HOW MANY STRANGERS than it does my posting that same email here. I imagine you sent that email to a lot more people than read my shitty website.
However, if anyone out there is making threatening phone calls, STOP. There. That's the best I can do. Enough of this already.
I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm masturbating right now.
I wasn't, but now I am.
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