Monday, August 22, 2005

Oh my goodness!

I got an email. Stunning email. Picture this:

I blog what would have been my response to the email I sent to the health authority in Muskegon County, Michigan which was that your email is important to me and I will respond at the earliest possible time - or words to that effect.

Anyway, I sent an email about 5 minutes ago and the autoresponder of the recipient came back with this:

At this time, I am unable to read and respond to your e-mail.It is important to me
and I will respond as soon as practical. GGA

LMFAO!

You have no idea how funny this is to me. It was an email I sent to some guy who appeared on a tv show tonight, a bloke who'd had a life changing experience and went from being CEO of the decade not all that long ago to dumping the business world in favour of taking up the cloth! He's become a reverend. This guy goes on tv to say his eyes have been opened and he exchanged high finance for a life of charitable goodness - and he ends up joining a fucking ministry?? I told him in my email that I found this more than just moderately amusing. In fact anathema was the word I used.

As you know, I have a keen sense of the absurd and this guy's website struck me as just that. Anathematically absurd. Then to have his auto-responder come back with what it did was just far too funny for me not to come here and tell anyone who cares to read this.

Life may be short, but it's so fucking transcendentally big there is nothing for it but to find it insanely funny. Look around you. Then come back here and tell me what you saw.

Go on. Do it now.

1 comment:

ChatRat said...

It is. Now I'm waiting for the girl to get back to me with her intentions in the matter. The fact the Health people took nearly 2 weeks to answer doesn't inspire much confidence, even if the eventual information is useful.

Peter Hoekstra. I wonder if Michael Moore mentions him anywhere.

When one wants something from someone and one is not confident of having one's request met, it's always advantageous to have more information than one's protagonist in such situations - and being the owner of as unfortunate a handle as his - and it does, as you say, have a somewhat comical irony - may not provide leverage sufficient to the purpose for which I would wish to contact him.

And what's the bet he pronounces it funny anyway.