So let's set off some fireworks, shall we?
Go to his link and check this mongo out. The guy's got a fanpage to Conan O'Brien in his Sheen page, for chrissakes, arguably the most hurtful (and funny) of all the stand-up talk-show guys. And he never once caught that, on a much smaller scale, I was trying to achieve the exact same thing. How can a guy who watches Conan be such a dull guy? Has he never been touched by the sweet, life-affirming sketches of the Masturbating Bear and Pimpbot 2000?
By the by, if you're interested in my little battle with Sheenman, you can read the story in its entirety. Just follow this link or check out the "Little Bit of History" section back at the beginning of this section. You'll find a bit more lengthly description of what I now call The Sheen WarsTM. Pretty funny, I think, and I hope you empathize with me a bit after you read some of the emails these gonads sent me. Give it a look, if you have the time. The article itself originally appeared in the fourth version of CSSKD, as a rebuttal to the fifty emails I was getting each day.
Speaking of old, you can check out an earlier, more primitive version of this site at Charlie Sheen Super-Keen Dream. It's spectacularly awful, and is the sum total of everything I can do on HTML. The slick shit you're seeing now is the result of the efforts of a guy I know who doesn't say the word computer like "Com-Poot-Tor." I've offered him a partnership on the site, but for some reason, he'd rather I take full credit for it. Perhaps I'm missing something.
Do I hear sirens?