Jan
It’s like a joke pitching machine in here!
So, in response to my last blog post about the Steven Wells article, someone decided to fire back with some half hearted snark. Oh man I love it when they do that!
I went ahead and approved the comment because quite frankly I think it’s cute. However for my own purposes now I’ll go ahead and repost it here so you, my dear readers, don’t have to bother your pretty little heads with clicking an extra button on a different post.
“silverbullet Says:
January 29th, 2008 at 2:23 pm eum, I think the main point of the article was HUMOR rather than a “book review”. I’m sure Mr Wells is terrified that you’re telling your ENTIRE “punk rock” knitting circle about him. If you’re doubting his credentials…He probably threw up naked in an alley in england with the bands whose bumper stickers you lovingly affix to your honda…”
Okay, grammatical and technical errors aside: I loved this! First and foremost they’re right, I didn’t get the ‘humor’ of Mr. Wells’ piece. Mostly because it wasn’t really funny. I appreciate the attempt at humor, but a few paragraphs of contrived insults aimed at a group of people who have probably never done him any harm doesn’t strike me as funny. If he had followed up his insults with explanations or even a personal story about the time his ex girlfriend left double pointed needles on the bed and he rolled over on one in the middle of the night and skewered his left teste; that I would have found funny.
Secondly, it was in fact Mr. Wells that asserted that he was supposed to be reviewing these books. Which he obviously didn’t do since neither of them is really a knitting/crochet book. The Anti-Craft book is more a general crafting book and Alter Nation is primarily a sewing/alterations book. Both are great in their own right, but really when you come down to it all Steven Wells had to do was flip open a cover and he could have written something that might have made sense.
I did not make my statement about telling my “punk rock knitting circle” (C’mon, “circle”? Please, we’re a “gang”, a “group”, a “posse” if anything.) to strike terror into the heart of the author. First of all, despite all the metal in our faces and ink in our flesh, none of us are very scary. Unless of course you mention there’s a half off all merino yarn sale somewhere, then we’re cut throat. Second of all, we’re in Las Vegas, NV. Steven Wells is in Philly. Except sending him nasty shit in the mail, really what can we do from here? Also, is it even worth the cost of postage these days? I think not. Thirdly, my point for mentioning it was to simply illustrate the fact that there are ‘punk rock’ knitting groups out there. At least two of which I personally belong to, there are literally hundreds if not thousands more else were in the world.
I also do not doubt Mr. Wells credentials as the resident punk rocker on staff at the Philadelphia Weekly. In fact, if you will remember, what I said was:
“…it’s obvious that this man does not craft in any fashion so I’m not sure how these books ended up on his desk for review anyway. Unless he’s the periodicals resident punk rocker, in which case, why the hell would you give him craft books?”
Which in fact does not call into question any one’s ‘punk rock-ness’. I said simply that if his role at this paper is as the resident punk rocker, than why would you give him crafting books? Isn’t he better off writing about all that naked vomiting he did in England? I mean, obviously the man is a literary genius, why bother the poor soul with books about boring ‘domestic arts’ when he could be writing about really interesting things like heroin overdoses and how to make your liberty spikes stand up properly. (I hear glue works wonders, but doesn’t that sound a little too DIY for his tastes? Maybe he should just go to a stylist instead of doing it himself.)
Also, I own a Subaru not a Honda, and just for total disclosure the stickers on my car include: Alkaline Trio, Girl in a Coma and a sticker from a local coffee house in Ft. Collins, Colorado that says “Friends Don’t Let Friends Drink Corporate Coffee”. That’s it. Pretty simple. I don’t wear music like a badge, I like what I like and that’s that.
Please feel free to keep the snarky comments rolling in, this was way more fun to write than a pattern for my knitted tea cup sweaters. I mean, gosh, I haven’t had the chance to flex my ‘Snappy Comebacks’ muscle in a long time.
