Well, I guess this means I have truly arrived on the blogging scene. I got my first bit of hate mail. This isn't like some other bloggers' hate mail, no sirree! It didn't arrive in the form of ones and zeros traipsing through the ether of cyberspace. This was a real, honest-to-goodness physical piece of mail, a post card. These senders (yes, pleural) wanted it to be personal. I don't how they got my address, but I know I need to be more careful in the future.
Here is the deceptively cheery front:
Anyone who has read my Science Scouts post knows how I feel about the dolphins. Well, it seems they feel the same way:
Fine. It's on then. I know one thing, you smiling bastards! You aren't so smart on land! Just try to take me! Come on, you know where I live!
Oh, crap. Something just occurred to me. The writing on the post card was surprisingly legible... That means... OH NO!!!
(Thanks to she who has yet to choose a 'nym. I'll call her S. for now. Maybe she'll comment?)
[Dangit! I was trying to schedule this for tomorrow, but it didn't work. Oh, well.]