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Sniff - Whimper - Whine
Recently I was informed that some people at Neopoet do not like me and believe that I am mean.
My response was:
"Well shit, are they morons or something?"
Once again for the critically impaired:
1. I am not a nice person
2. There are about seven (7) people whose opinion of me matters to me
3. If you ain't on the list, I would have to work to care less concerning how you feel about or view me
4. You are not worth the effort
And then there is the reason I am at Neopoet.com
1. I am here to become a better writer
2. I am here to offer competent critique to other writers
3. If you can't or won't take critique, you are a parasite
4. I have nothing but contempt for parasites
Is that clear? Am I being too subtle?
Oh, and then there's the note I got about how someone was going to drive me from the site, it was their personal goal. Dear God, I was breathless in anticipation, only for the amusement factor though.
There is only one way to drive me from Neopoet.com You have to be the person paying for it and you have to ask me to leave. Unless you are that person, you are shit out of luck. Most probably you are just one of the colony of the parasites who vomit bile and call it gold and then tell each other how much better writers you all are. Bad news, you are already part of the group I dismiss and hold in contempt.
Seriously, what do you believe you could ever say that would be anything but amusing to me?
I am reminded of an incident that happened some months back. Friends and I had gone to see a late IMAX showing of The Dark Night and gotten out about 12:30 AM. I'd not eaten since 12:30 PM so suggested we stop at a diner that was on the way home.
So there we are, talking amongst ourselves, wafting for our food to arrive and I hear from the next table:
"and I am going to kick that grey-haired mother-fucker's ass!"
I stopped mid-sentence, looked over to the table of 10 or so, identified the 20 something child who was doing his level best to intimidate me and turned to my friends with a huge smile and said:
"It's Christmas!"
Then I turned to the child and told him, in my projecting voice that can be heard 50+ yards away:
"I don't know what is sadder, that you are picking on an old man or that you are picking on the wrong old man."
The moral here is, if when faced with the threat of direct and immediate physical confrontation I view it as a joke, what are the chances that anything someone says or does at Neopoet could in any way cause me a second's pause?
The answer is zero for those of you too slow to do the math.
As for the child, he decided to allow himself to be convinced by his friends to leave without making an effort to implement his threat.
I have to admit, I was a tad disappointed.
Does that make me a bad person in your eyes? Good. Perhaps now you understand.
My response was:
"Well shit, are they morons or something?"
Once again for the critically impaired:
1. I am not a nice person
2. There are about seven (7) people whose opinion of me matters to me
3. If you ain't on the list, I would have to work to care less concerning how you feel about or view me
4. You are not worth the effort
And then there is the reason I am at Neopoet.com
1. I am here to become a better writer
2. I am here to offer competent critique to other writers
3. If you can't or won't take critique, you are a parasite
4. I have nothing but contempt for parasites
Is that clear? Am I being too subtle?
Oh, and then there's the note I got about how someone was going to drive me from the site, it was their personal goal. Dear God, I was breathless in anticipation, only for the amusement factor though.
There is only one way to drive me from Neopoet.com You have to be the person paying for it and you have to ask me to leave. Unless you are that person, you are shit out of luck. Most probably you are just one of the colony of the parasites who vomit bile and call it gold and then tell each other how much better writers you all are. Bad news, you are already part of the group I dismiss and hold in contempt.
Seriously, what do you believe you could ever say that would be anything but amusing to me?
I am reminded of an incident that happened some months back. Friends and I had gone to see a late IMAX showing of The Dark Night and gotten out about 12:30 AM. I'd not eaten since 12:30 PM so suggested we stop at a diner that was on the way home.
So there we are, talking amongst ourselves, wafting for our food to arrive and I hear from the next table:
"and I am going to kick that grey-haired mother-fucker's ass!"
I stopped mid-sentence, looked over to the table of 10 or so, identified the 20 something child who was doing his level best to intimidate me and turned to my friends with a huge smile and said:
"It's Christmas!"
Then I turned to the child and told him, in my projecting voice that can be heard 50+ yards away:
"I don't know what is sadder, that you are picking on an old man or that you are picking on the wrong old man."
The moral here is, if when faced with the threat of direct and immediate physical confrontation I view it as a joke, what are the chances that anything someone says or does at Neopoet could in any way cause me a second's pause?
The answer is zero for those of you too slow to do the math.
As for the child, he decided to allow himself to be convinced by his friends to leave without making an effort to implement his threat.
I have to admit, I was a tad disappointed.
Does that make me a bad person in your eyes? Good. Perhaps now you understand.