[An actual screenshot, from my actual email.]
Typically, the first words you see are MAILER DAEMON. First off, what is a "daemon," is that like a Demon named Damon? Some sort of hybrid? I don't appreciate the half-hearted spelling. And quite frankly, I don't get it.
Next, you see something like, "I'm afraid I wasn't able to deliver your message to the following addresses."
I just don't appreciate that kind of transient sympathy. I'm in my late twenties for Christ's sake, don't you think I question my success enough...now I have a blinking, midday reminder that I'm a failure. It's really no way to get the creativity flowing.
The next line: "This is a permanent error; I've given up. "
One of the breakout stars of this project has been one of my guy friends who serendipitously provides me random sound bites about being an adult, and he dropped another totally unsolicited pearl of cynicism on me today. He said, "It's just the way the world works. Sucks, huh? I never thought it would be this way when I was younger. No wonder there are so many cynical assholes in the world." (This came from the same person that told me as we grow up, people only get together for weddings and funerals.)
I can't say I disagree. But that's not to say, I wouldn't go back for seconds or thirds in the buffet of life. (Sorry, Golden Corral is on my mind after driving around Orlando this weekend.) I guess I'd rather be told I'm a failure, then never try in the first place. And although this may be a permanent error, I have not given up.
I would ask for comments, but clearly...our efforts are futile. So I'll just say thanks to all the random people that do occasionally read our blog. And for those that do give a shit enough to comment, you'll be the ones with the walk on roles when it becomes a movie. Because it will. Fuck yeah.
We've probably all seen one of these pop up in our inbox before. A typo in an email address, or the address doesn't exist anymore, and you receive a friendly automated message.
Typically, the first words you see are MAILER DAEMON. First off, what is a "daemon," is that like a Demon named Damon? Some sort of hybrid? I don't appreciate the half-hearted spelling. And quite frankly, I don't get it.
Next, you see something like, "I'm afraid I wasn't able to deliver your message to the following addresses."
I just don't appreciate that kind of transient sympathy. I'm in my late twenties for Christ's sake, don't you think I question my success enough...now I have a blinking, midday reminder that I'm a failure. It's really no way to get the creativity flowing.
The next line: "This is a permanent error; I've given up. "
Great, you've given up. That was the last viable contact I had at HARPO Headquarters, and now what am I supposed to tell my client..."I've given up!"?
It takes you through all the stages of grief in a matter of moments. Then the sassy, albeit well-mannered automated email, concludes with a, "Sorry it didn't work out." You're sorry?
It takes you through all the stages of grief in a matter of moments. Then the sassy, albeit well-mannered automated email, concludes with a, "Sorry it didn't work out." You're sorry?
It's tough to be a grown up. That--we've all come to understand pretty quickly. But I think what's more difficult is to keep on being a grown up. To make the conscious choice to keep getting slapped around by the turns of fate everyday, and going back for more. To not become the guy on the couch at your friend's house, or the person that moves back in with your parents, or the girl who decides to become a cocktail waitress instead of working the 9-5.
One of the breakout stars of this project has been one of my guy friends who serendipitously provides me random sound bites about being an adult, and he dropped another totally unsolicited pearl of cynicism on me today. He said, "It's just the way the world works. Sucks, huh? I never thought it would be this way when I was younger. No wonder there are so many cynical assholes in the world." (This came from the same person that told me as we grow up, people only get together for weddings and funerals.)
I can't say I disagree. But that's not to say, I wouldn't go back for seconds or thirds in the buffet of life. (Sorry, Golden Corral is on my mind after driving around Orlando this weekend.) I guess I'd rather be told I'm a failure, then never try in the first place. And although this may be a permanent error, I have not given up.
I would ask for comments, but clearly...our efforts are futile. So I'll just say thanks to all the random people that do occasionally read our blog. And for those that do give a shit enough to comment, you'll be the ones with the walk on roles when it becomes a movie. Because it will. Fuck yeah.
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