you don't just "work in haskins."
either i've traumatized you or i haven't.
don't be a fucking poseur.
See?
See, now this is exactly the kind of attitude I was talking about in my founce.
Soooooo didactic about the "proper" way to invoke his special, superior name. Sooooo smug and cock-sure about the level of trauma his rudeness might have inflicted on a wide-eyed newbie like myself. Soooo overbearing in his command that I refrain from being a fucking poseur, when this is the U.S. of A. and I have a perfect right to be a fucking poseur if that's what I choose to be.
Well, Mr. Haskins -- IF that's your real name -- you may think you're some kind of god here at AW just because you have 21 kajillion posts and are specifically referenced in the flouncing thread. But I'll tell you who doesn't think so.
The lurkers, that's who.
Yes. They've been emailing me in droves since your rude message this morning. PMing me. Repping me. I had to wade through a hip-deep pile of candygrams just to get the newspaper this morning. And let's not even talk about the voicemails. And they're all saying the same thing.
Who. THE FUCK. Does. This. Haskins. Guy. Think. He. Is.
No, seriously. Until now, I pretty much figured you were a myth. I mean, Rolling Thunder's mentioned you once or twice, and of course I read the flouncing thread. But, ya know, I figured you were just some kind of bogey man they used to scare newbies. Like that Bloody Mary chick who's supposed to appear in your mirror when you say her name three times, but actually she never really does because I tried it at a sleepover when I was like ten years old and nothing happened except that my best friend wet herself thinking it might and then she was totally embarrassed and everyone called her Betsy Wetsy until she was like fourteen and they only stopped then because she moved and wasn't there anymore.
Anyway.
It's nice to meet you.