(From McSweeney's)
WEB SPITE
By Jim Stallard Sadie,
Sorry about my little lie in the subject line. No, this isn't an e-mail from your mom, but it's the only way I could get you to open this. You ignore my phone messages, my poems get sent back to me, and the re-enactment I tried to perform at your office parking lot almost got me killed. (Thanks for almost running me over, by the way.)
Because you've cut off all communication, you still haven't come to grasp how thoroughly you've wrecked my life. So I've tried to get the point across by making it interactive.
If you go to www.sadiesux.net/beta you'll see exactly what I mean. I know you'll resist at first, but sooner or later curiosity is going to get the better of you.
The site ties together the spatial, auditory, and visual elements of your 15-month crime against me. I've laid out the architecture so that it's really intuitive. I'm quite proud of this. Let me walk you through some of the sections:
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