I’ve had some weird comments in my day. I am still particularly tickled about that time I was accused of being in the pay of Louis B. Mayer’s family and I have had to deal with infestations of overzealous Valentino fans but this particular comment takes the cake. All the cake. There is no more cake because of this comment.
What is this great devourer of cake? The twelve-part, 3,760 word comment left on a 2,100 word review. Yes, it was neatly labeled PART ONE, blah blah blah blah, END OF PART ONE. Heaven forbid it should be read out of order.
I made an offhand remark about a particular author’s work not really being my cup of tea and apparently unleashed some kind of writing frenzy. I was lectured on my clear lack of taste, my inability to enjoy older entertainment (let that one sink in) and given a full biography of the author in question. I didn’t publish the comment because of course I didn’t. (If your comment is longer than the original piece, may I suggest starting something we on the interwebs call a “blog”?)
I’m not exactly sure what this person was trying to accomplish. If they had said something like, “I am actually a huge fan of the author in question and would like to share some of the things I enjoy about their work” then we could have had an interesting conversation. As it was… I backed away slowly and tried not to make any sudden movements.
How about you? Do you have a crazy comment story to share? (Remember, this is a family friendly site so please keep everything to a Pixar PG.)