Dear Beige,

I know you probably think it strange that I am writing you a letter
after all this time.  I am struggling to fulfill myself as a writer, and I am
trying to make amends with anyone I have caused grievance to in
the past.  We are both mature enough to know that arguing won’t
change anything!  For my past actions, may I just say:  I’m sorry.

Beige!  Don't take it this way.  Really.  It’s going to be okay.

It’s
okay that I consider you … plain and...dull.   Millions of people
love you!  Why is my opinion so bloody important?

Now don't let that get you down, Beige!  You're like ...the decorating
equivalent of Crisco frosting on white bread. Or maybe you're
actually a polyester muumuu!  I can't decide which, but that doesn't
mean there's anything wrong with either of those life choices!

Oh, do not let that hurt your feelings for pity’s sake!  Really, you're so
sensitive, and I'm trying to pay you a compliment.  I'm
trying to boost
your ego, so don't get bent out of shape, okay?

However, I gotta ask you just one question.

Why, Beige?

Why, out of all the colors you could have been, you chose to be the
hue of a withered garbanzo bean?  The bloom of a three-week-old
corpse?

Beige!  For once in your life, straighten up!  Ever hear of standing
tall?  Of course you haven't!  If you were here I’d slap you!

You’re such a bore!  Do you help
anybody?  Are you anything more
than the pastiest of fillers?

Get some balls, Beige!!

You’re about as forthright as a Fundamentalist’s wife.

WAFFLER!!

Oh yeah, and Beige?  Forget the entire first paragraph.  I’m not quite
as mature as I thought.  

And hey--- Beige—Don’t take it so hard, Sludgeface.  You are, after
all, the most appropriate color for
vomit.

Sincerely and
Very Truly Yours,

Patsy Spikes Sherrod
Funkeration Freedom Fighter

Cc: Sherwin Williams, Benjamin Moore, et al.



Seriously, man.  I have this friend who loves to bore her eyes into me from
across the room.  She’s not a frequent cohort, mind you; I just don’t have
time to bond with subtle disapprovers.  And I happen to know,
disapproval
is what the eye-borer is all about.  

I will stare at this person with eyes like daggers and see if I can convey my
disapproval.

Does she really think I care?  Is it going to make me do one thing
differently?  The answer, fellow funkerators, is a resounding NO!!!  

What even gives somebody the idea they’re
allowed  to disapprove?

I'm not talking parents and children here. I'm talking about friends…
acquaintances… people I work with… Pretty much anyone that feels it’s
okay to eye-bore!  And eye-boring is practiced almost exclusively in public--
It’s meant to be subtle in a crowd, yet to control.

Think about this nugget.  WE'VE ALL KNOWN ONE.  We've
all been on the
receiving end of an eye-bore at some point in our lives.  This problem is
huge, and there's no easy answer and no federal funding.  I, for one, resent
it.  So I guess the real question is: Are you an eye-borer?  If the answer is
yes, then I resent you too, you unhappy trash.

Eye-zooming cretins who aren't comfortable with others living their own
lives and making their own decisions have no place in my world.  For any of
you flippin' fence straddlers out there, let me make myself clear:  
These
frigid psychopaths hate you
.  They don’t like what you’ve just said, or what
you have on, for that matter.  They don’t like the fact that you've gained a
few or have a zit on your neck.  None of that is okay.

More than that, these optical hate mongers disapprove of
our actions-- the
very
essence of who we are.  They don't like the words that come out of our
mouths or the sloshing of wine from our glass.  They don't like that we cut
the cheese in mixed company, or the exuberant soliloquies we so often
give…  They don’t like any of it!

If you are a practicing, committed eye-borer, consider this a warning:
Next
time I may poke your bloody orbs out.

As for the rest of you, when confronted by an unflinching lid, consider  
picking your nose with your middle finger.  Examining your lowers or eating
the gooey between your toes is also effective; I love to see an eye-borer’s
gorge rise.

I’d like to imagine a world where peace and love are the rule, where
tolerance and respect are the way, where eye-borers have no sanctuary, no
safe haven to practice their insipid habit.   But to accomplish this, we must
work together.

Eradicating eye-boring is a worthy, weighty cause. Please help.  For
information on forming an anti eye-bore group in your town, please email
brains@funkeration.com.  

Thanks in advance for your support.






                        
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