Hell, I’d say yes. At this point, it would be a step up.
Go to the Gawker site for the, uh, 50+ comments (did I mention I’m a Gawker commenter now? Well, guess what? I’m a GAWKER FUCKING COMMENTER NOW, bytches but I’m all, like, cool about it and shit) but I will repost the whole letter here. Hell, I’d even include the real name if I knew it.
“Bonnie Fuller“?
From the mailbox, presented without comment:
Gawker,
• I’m trying to be #2 at US weekly, and have a paradigm shift for achieving this; my intuition is that if you could be on the staff of US, you would take it
• My soulmate is a hollywood actress, and I’ve been waiting patiently for her, for almost 5 years; I can demonstrate that we’re soulmates and I’m infinitely confident she would say yes
• I receive concrete signs from GOD, and can offer proof to ANY reporter in REAL TIME; I’ve been getting signs for over 4 years – I can assure you I’m not crazy or delusional
My goal is to reach the editor of US weekly, Janice Min, and present her with my signs as well as my new paradigm for the success of her magazine. In exchange for your help, I promise you that if I get on the staff of US weekly, so will you. I have a bold new idea that I believe will be extremely popular and very invigorating to implement. It will be very rewarding and life-affirming working for US.
I have an intuition about you
, as well as your website, that’s why I’m proposing this arrangement (US) to you.
Can we have an e-mail dialogue? Can I send you some of the signs?
Sincerely,
[xxx]
Is it so wrong of me to hope they say “yes”?
From Gawker, who no doubt posted something raincoaster-swipe-worthy to celebrate my new status as a certified (and certifiable) Gawker commenter. The few. The proud. The ones who read the open invitation on Sunday night and emailed just before passing out.
Sunday I saw Abe Vigoda putting the moves on some broad who couldn’t have been more than 60, on a bench in central park outside the Delacorte waiting for Macbeth. I was sitting next to him when I called a friend and told her Abe Vigoda was alive and well in central park. After I hung up, the dame said, “is that who you are, Abe Vigoda? Weren’t you Luca Brazi in Barney Miller?” and he said, “No, I was Sally Tessio in Fish.”
by request. A cross between Shakespeare in Love and Star Wars.
MOM?!?!?!?!?!
raincoaster 