Ah, look who else came of the woodwork! The lovable, occasional bad-girl Carol Mak, is currently up to some sort of crazy-ass human geography shite in Guyana (where the hell is that, right?) Wicked cool!
Well, not entirely; why am I so envious of everything my friends are doing? Klippenstein's crazy-ass adventures in Casablanca, Paul's trip to the insanely-expensive, seven-star hotel in Dubai, Derek's Canadian cross-country road trip with Carol and Matthew... Am I not doing enough exciting things? No, it's not that - because I definitely don't feel like my life is devoid of excitement and adventure (in fact, I'm in quite a manic upswing as I'm writing this).
I think the key to my problem that most of my friends go to exciting places with other people, and you, my readers, probably realise which person I am missing the most by my side, wherever I go and whatever I do, the ticker-tape in my head printing "Wish you were here...wish you were here...with you were here..." over and over.
Oh yeah, and remember my recent debate on censorship and self-deception with Tom and his wife and with My Little Pony? Well, not only did Tom's wife recovered the further comments I made on their blog (in order to ridicule them and misinterpret them in a strange, pseudo-feminist direction), but she started a thread on her own blog, discussing the issue and attacking me for all the wrong reasons (for instance, misinterpeting my phrase "real man," which I used in the context of "the man which is physically present at the time of the debate," as some sort of macho statement, as trashy feminists often do, clinging to any excuse to debase their opponent, or, as Ms. Solanas taught them, cut off their penis, before engaging them in actual argument).
Now, the latter is entirely beside the point here, because I am not generally known for rational and reasoned debate and am not afraid to get down and dirty (especially with women, heh; having said that, I do not hate you, ladies; to call me a mysogynyst is absurd; I hate feminists, with a passion, but one has nothing to do with the other). I am excited because the same person who said she would not tolerate (and would censor) anything she saw as offensive, or any discussion of censorship with regard to those offensive subjects or objects - in order to protect the "innocence" of her parents and friends - is now recovering my old comments (presumably, because of pangs of conscience that are telling her that to censor a debate is hypocritical and self-deceptive, just as I had expected), is now replying to me full-force, full of conviction, rallying friends for her cause.
I am not of the stripe of people that set out to teach others moral lessons or change others, but if something pisses me off, I say so. This, it surprises me how a little conflict brings out so much honesty and passion in some people. This, ladies and gentlemen, is true blogging, public journalling, public discussion, which is done with an open mind and a clear conscience; for that, Tom's wife, if for nothing else, I congratulate you.
Not that i know her or anything but if i were her, i would have resurrected your comments not out of guilt of preserving some truth but because it needs to be said. you're an asshole. and a bit of a misogynist (and i know you're gonna correct my sperring). and riled her up.
and even though i know you (perhaps better than most people) reading what is said there, it seems so petty. sure she might have mistaken what you said. sure she might be totally delusional. but then... what business is it of yours? she did not attack you, because we know that she's referring to someone she believes you to be but most people in this site know you not to be, but some big bad monster that ires her. it's her... grendel so to speak and she projected (on a person that is somewhat almost there).
walk away. be the bigger man. we here love you. who cares about them.
and if this really pissed you off "Unless you are Paul, Mite, R, Boon, Tom or My Little Pony, off-topic comments will be deleted." you remove Tom's name from this. but i suspect just like tom's wife, you're fighting some big bad monster in your closet. let it go eh?
I feel bad. as though i have betrayed you. Everytime i go over to tom's blog, I feel compelled to apologize about you. i dont of course but still...
i know how you are. i like how you are.
but i still feel compelled to soothe things. to apologize. to just settle things.
actually the tom being referred to in that statement is a different tom. one that lives in the states i believe
It's hilarious to me how everyone and their dog feels the burning urge to make me admit I am a royal asshole, whereas I do not hide this fact, but hold it as the flag of my disposition, in fact.
Mhumm. I now see what the excitement is all about: you actually think the Internet is a real place. The moment I get off this chair, what I have said in here and what I say in real life can be (and often are) two very different things. The Internet is a wonderful place for squabbles, insults and exchanges of artistic insanity. These days, I wouldn't think of starting a shit storm of these proportions out in the real world, precisely because it would be incredibly petty.
Having said that, I guess I'm not the only one who sees that Mrs. Kartmazov projected some personal dæmon on my Internet persona and attacked it, although I have, of course, coated this observation in less-than-palatable terms, bien sûr.
To answer your question "Who cares about them?": ironically, I do; I am concerned about the Kartmazovs' personal philosophies of self-deception and censorship. Would I start anything with them if I didn't give a proverbial flying fuck?
"Offtopic comments" refers to people reading an ironic found poem about fake university diplomas and posting "Hey, how much would one cost?" in all seriousness (a few of those might still be up, I think). That aside, Microserf is right: this is a different Tom; I actually never got to adding Tom (dopehead) to the "OK" list; if you look on my blogroll lists, however, you will find his blog is still there.
Mhumm. I feel bad too - if only because you took everything so seriously and now I feel as if I offended you (which was unintended) alongside offending Tom and his missus (which was intended). Moreover, I guess I have to watch out what I say around here for your benefit now, eh? Kidding. ;) That's not something you would want, I know; because you believe in leaving people be to say whatever they want - and I believe in forcing people to say what they really mean. Different means to the same ends?
At any rate, one thing I can do for you, love, is to go over to Tom's blog and attempt to say something as neutral and final as I can muster. Deal? ;)
This is why I love meine kleine blog, ladies and gentlemen, because so many people that matter to me can come here and take me apart in a thoughtful matter; that can be good for my ego, every once in a while. I feel like one of those Japanese eel dishes...what do you call them? Mmm. Scrumptuous.
unagi. :)
Mmm. I am getting various phallic and yonic images from that.