Semi-intentionally vague open question

[t_e_d_a]

Have I been blackballed from something? I can't shake the feeling that I have been. If any of you know of anything I've been blackballed from, let me know. I think you're supposed to let someone know when you do that. Get back to me on that, ASAP.

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[t_e_d_a]

Well what's it going to take to get from blackballed to blacklisted is there a form I need to process or

Maybe I've been blacklisted? Maybe I've been spaceballed? I'm pretty sure I haven't been any of the above (I know I haven't been spaceballed because I haven't started choking and had a black man explain WATER MY ASS GET THIS GUY SOME PEPTO BISMOL) but now that I know you can be blackballed and not even know it the possibilities boggle. I just kind of got a sudden feeling that somewhere someplace someone got together with one or more someones and decided I will never be in a particular aspect of something again.

Oh shit I hope it's not the Blowjob Cabal. I haven't paid dues to them in like, forever. This could get bad.

[x9]

I have blackballed every man, woman and child on Earth from my nightclub because I am drunk with power but that is maybe not what you're asking. As Fermi said, I got nothing.

[t_e_d_a]

Well I haven't doubted that since the night you made me walk all the way down to Brooklyn to get you a cheesecake. That was when I lived in Ohio, no less.

[auntiec]

Did someone sneak into your room in the night and paint your balls black or am I missing something here

[t_e_d_a]

I just got home from work today and suddenly got the feeling that something was terribly wrong. My balls have kept up their recent blueing but that's nothing new. Anyways, there's still plenty of chance I may find out later this week I am no longer welcome to do something or be somewhere. It's like Clue, only I give a shit.

[sallybanner]

I have eight-balled you if that helps

[t_e_d_a]

Well yes and no. This wasn't really fishing for a HANDS UP WHO LIKES ME sort of thing more like of an informal HANDS UP WHO AM I DEAD TO inquiry and as of late Thursday afternoon it's apparently still all in my imagination which makes me even more embarassed of myself. Like the alternate ending of Memento where right after Guy Pearce pastes Joe Pantaliano's poor man's Steve Buscemi head all over the wall he turns around and Carrie Anne Moss and Dodd and Sammy are there wearing birthday hats and holding a huge cake with candles and they are all "Sur...prise?" and the twist ending is that his wife died of insulin shock and they're all really his friends giving an amnesiac the surprise birthday party of his life. Or the time I tried to convince Amy on our second date that I shit in the shower (sorry friggle).