|There seems to have been a recent influx of guestbook posters who hate Seanbaby. While previously the guestbook only contained conflict between Seanbaby's fans and Seanbaby's other fans who hate the first group of fans and try to impress him by saying how much they suck, now there are actually people who apparently read the page and didn't like it. There are a couple of explainations for the recent influx of Seanbaby-hate. The first is that some site (possibly a christian web site for the three christians who know how to use a computer, or maybe a puppet manufacturer's personal home page, or maybe even some guy who really dislikes cartoons) has linked to Seanbaby.com and blamed it for the rash of mailbox thefts spreading across the country or somesuch. This caused the site's dimwitted patrons to make posts to the guestbook, revealing that some people don't workship Seanbaby and disrupting my carefully constructed fantasy world. The other explaination, of coarse, is that all those posts were done by one guy. Maybe it was a disgruntled James H. Vipond, maybe it was a Hostess exec trying to get this page shut down in an effort to cover up their embarassing "super heroes" ad campaign from the 70's and 80's, maybe it was Seanbaby himself trying to make the page look controvorcial. (aside: Seanbaby is Lis, Miguel, Chet, Erik, Parade Kid, Richard Nixon, everyone on the reader comics page including me, Sailor Moon, and 70% of all the guestbook posters.)
But I don't have any more time to guess at the identity of Seanbaby-haters anymore. I have to get back to my Seanbaby graphic novel. I'm on page 45.
Some Random Guy
It's unfortunate, but I think all the me-haters are actually
just one bored kid. I pretend not to pay any attention to
people that write in because they're not smart and everything,
but secretly I take every comment into account when I write.
For example, when someone writes in to say "You suck," I
try to stop sucking. And when someone writes in to say, "You're (sometimes 'your')
funny," I try to stop that too.
I admit to loving every piece of fan mail I get, and offer every
friendly reader a taste of my ass. Even badly
spelled notes like this one from someone who won't
tell their name and constantly accuses me of
being english-impaired foreigners would be enough for me to place
most or all of my ass into their mouth and wait in upwards
of 10 to 15 minutes for them to enjoy. And no matter
how big a star I become, I'll continue to take the time to do
this. It's how I was brought up.