A Uniquely Selfish Page of Blarfs
TRUTH IN FICTION by SUPER SARAH
When the makers of Tupperware started making their traditionally plastic containers out of glass, they decided to market their new phenomenon as Glupperware. That's pretty much the end of the story. Really, who wants to eat leftovers out of something that sounds like a childhood nickname for some sort of swamp monster?
The word "blog" is similarly repulsive. If you want to write about your life on the internet, by all means do what makes you happy, but please don't flatter yourself by calling it a web log. And don't, please god don't call it a blog. It makes us want to throw up.
Which is why these uniquely selfish online autobiographic stories will heretofore be called our BLARF(s). So enjoy reading about the poignant, emotionally-fraught, subtly-woven and highly-humble narratives of our lives. And don't miss our guest writers who seem to be chock-full of good advice.
Thanks for reading! Have a blarfy day!
When the makers of Tupperware started making their traditionally plastic containers out of glass, they decided to market their new phenomenon as Glupperware. That's pretty much the end of the story. Really, who wants to eat leftovers out of something that sounds like a childhood nickname for some sort of swamp monster?
The word "blog" is similarly repulsive. If you want to write about your life on the internet, by all means do what makes you happy, but please don't flatter yourself by calling it a web log. And don't, please god don't call it a blog. It makes us want to throw up.
Which is why these uniquely selfish online autobiographic stories will heretofore be called our BLARF(s). So enjoy reading about the poignant, emotionally-fraught, subtly-woven and highly-humble narratives of our lives. And don't miss our guest writers who seem to be chock-full of good advice.
Thanks for reading! Have a blarfy day!
