This morning I had breakfast with Russell and we decided we were going to have a BLOG WAR!!! He hasn't gotten over the fact that he dresses like a lawyer, even in India. It wasn't hard singling him out since on his first week he was wearing slacks and a long sleeves polo shirt when he entered the shala. Only a lawyer would wear something like that. At least now he wears jeans instead of slacks. His still holding on to his long sleeves polo shirts though, maybe one day. I believe in miracles. Being the lawyer that he is, he did point out that even if he gets Indian clothing he would still stick out like sore thumb. He's been considering some tattoos and piercing so he could blend in a little more. I don't think so.
Since meeting him a couple of weeks ago his been trying to figure out what he has to say about me. He wanted to tell me that I dress up like an accountant but he knows that's not true. I'm expecting an all out onslaught soon so I decide to take the first shot. I think I've bitten more than I can chew. Lawyers are known to go to war on a daily basis and Russell has the battle scars to show for. That seems to be their favorite past time. Accountants just count the dead bodies for them.
My friends have to told me to be careful with what I say. He might just sue me. I told them not to worry, I'll just get myself any lawyer down the street. I know I won't need a very good one.
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When my new friend and fellow blogger Joey agreed over breakfast to have a “blog war,� to give us something to do in the afternoons, I expected something challenging, even warlike. Imagine my disappointment when his first salvo essentially was a repeat of his previously lame and blatantly false accusation that I “dress like a lawyer.� Yes, like just about every other male in Mysore over the age of 12, I wear a western-style shirt, and sometimes pants with cuffs (on the rare occasions when I am not wearing jeans). Joey said that I am in “serious need of Indian clothes,� but I don’t know what the hell he is talking about. Indian guys, unless they are in a parade, generally don’t wear “Indian clothes.� Those are reserved for western wannabees and very senior citizens. I should also add that Joey is a total hypocrite, since he never wears “Indian clothes.� He always dresses like an accountant on a "wild" vacation in Vegas. Which is understandable, since he is an accountant to the bottom of his soul. At breakfast this morning, and just about every time I’ve seen him, he simply cannot stop talking about things like the difference between S corporations and C corporations, or the current dollar/rupee exchange rate, or retirement plans, or budgets, or in short, many of the things that all of us but Joey came to Mysore to get away from.
As for his extreme and indeed libelous allegation that I was wearing a “polo shirt,� I wish to state for the record that I have never worn a polo shirt in my life.
With regard to his pathetic attempt to artificially create sympathy by portraying himself as some kind of hero who is risking litigation by taking on a lawyer, let me say this. One of the prerequisites for any litigation is injury. Joey, honey, get a clue. You haven’t hurt anybody but yourself.
Posted by Russell | December 30, 2004 5:49 PM
Posted on December 30, 2004 17:49
The two of you need to learn to use the Trackback feature or, I suppose, I will have to get in on the blog war action and mock you for your lack of technical skills ;) (kidding)
Posted by Julie | December 30, 2004 8:55 PM
Posted on December 30, 2004 20:55
Good luck, Joey... I have a feeling that you're gonna need it... miss ya... love.... Vincent
Posted by Vincent | December 30, 2004 10:06 PM
Posted on December 30, 2004 22:06
Um, this is like when the Soviet Union invaded Afghanistan.
Posted by gene | December 31, 2004 4:50 AM
Posted on December 31, 2004 04:50