Ed: I figured that this whole Slate/Wikipedia thing would blow over by the end of the week, and it has, pretty much. The discussion as to whether or not I deserve a Wikipedia entry is still ongoing, but has died down a bit. Before the week is up, however, I wanted to post a really weird bit of email that I received:
John Stamey of New York State writes:
I’m sorry, but I think I missed something in your story. Wasn’t Chewbacca a female? I mean you’d be having sex with a gigantic, bellowing monster from another planet but at least it wouldn’t be a GAY planet.
Forget the fact I’m jealous there might actually be a bunch of teenage girls engaging in anonymous sex with green, upturned collars. Forget the hundreds of dollars I spent on new shirts when I hate green.
Now, here’s a legitimate question. I really want to know, and I’m not fuckin’ with you. Exactly what satisfaction do you get from telling people like me there ain’t no Santa Claus? My self-respect left years ago along with my 3rd wife (not the divorce but the fact I married her) and I never had anything much approximating dignity. I have the memory span of a goldfish, and the dreadnaughts I’ve been screwing lately would tax the ability of a 15-year-old to achieve an erection, let alone a loser such as myself.. All I have left are my tawdry fantasies. Why did you piss on them? It’s not like I’m into Watersports.
