Online Fame | A 'blog written by Chris Rhee

While going through my snail mail (also known as my junk mail), I opened an envelope that was notifying me about a limited time offer, accept-this-or-die-of-inside/out-skin-failure-disease, pre-approved credit card: a Platinum VISA. It had a credit line of $200.

These credit card companies are throwing around more useless titles and buzz words than a brand new start-up company. Call me a rich bastard stickler who feels the need to segregate poor individuals, but $200 hardly seems deserving of the “platinum” title. I’m shocked and appalled. My damn monocle nearly fell out.

What do the gold card members get now? A fellow with multi-colored hair who tags along and lets you borrow from a pocket full of coins?

I’m not impressed, VISA. You’ll be hearing from my Chief Personal Assistant/Outside Communications Director soon enough.

I’m sitting in my girlfriend’s condo (well it’s not hers, but you know what I mean) all by my lonesome. For the past 30 minutes, I’ve been trying my very best to ignore an ear-drum piercing emergency alarm that’s been echoing throughout the complex. My girlfriend says that it’s nothing to worry about and that the sound will cease soon. The annoyance meter is off the charts at the moment. Too bad emergency alarms don’t come with a snooze button.

Yeah i made hemmingway comment sluk like the once Brian has in www.avalonstar.com infact i had made hemmingway luk exactlly like his webiste …

I think I’ll ignore the fact that the guy is talking about stealing a design element from Bryan (which is incredibly lame). Instead, his post urged me to write a message to anyone who writes anything for public consumption on the internet: Please spell your goddamn words correctly.

I fear that the more I’m bombarded by sloppy-ass spelling on the internet, the more likely I will be to make those same mistakes.

I saw someone type the word(s), “orphan edges” earlier today. I guess I can’t be too concerned with someone who doesn’t know that orphanages is a single word when the guy I quoted earlier fucked up the word look twice in one post and can’t tell the difference between once and ones.

Maybe I just expect more from everyone who didn’t fail their English class in high school. (It wasn’t my fault, damnit. Mrs. Wilson was totally out to get me!)

I think the only way my cumulative experience with Comcast could get any worse is if they randomly sent a technician to my house to kick me in the groin. Twice.

If you want to know more about me and my other site, My Mean Girl you should check out this interview that was posted on the 9rules blog. (Thanks to Lindsay for interviewing me!)

I’ve also started another website called been said and you should check that out. I’m going to somehow juggle all these sites one day soon — I just need to get over this sickness that’s been sonning me for 7 days straight. Stay tuned, kids!