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Thanksgiving was a nice affair, with us not cooking and going out and all; I got some time in on the website and found out that hey, my hosting isn’t expired after all. Yay for me! While I don’t think it will be up by this weekend (things went to hell at my job with a new co-worker, and so now I have to cover more shifts), it will be up soon.
But let me get this off my chest:
I verily have wanked. I have wanked in the most floral-language this side of a pontificating oxford man; I have droned on in the most exretious of manners and on subjects that others have insinuated and alleged that I have no bearings of. For shame have I, that I have gone on in great length and to bore those of whom have skimmed these pieces of code, these bits of html. Their virgin eyes should not have endured this torture that is this times-new-Roman purple prose, these sentences of nothing more then warm gasses as those who have held the great balloons aloft. Mere run-on sentences and pages of paragraphs can not express my sorrow and woe that I have produced, much less spewed forth on the world, a group of text so long that people scanning another person’s blog would be compelled not to read; but to comment that they could not read, for such is the power and toxin of the length of my statement that it would burn the very retinas of the viewer; and bore them unto a death of the most fearsome sort...
Which is my way of saying, “hey sorry about the mess there; but you’re about as tactful as a steamroller sometimes hon”. Also I knew those old Victorian bodice-rippers would come in handy someday.
And you know; I could have handled things a lot better. I did really want to see both sides of the issue, but also my defensive instincts kicked in… plus I have a thing about a post that isn’t at least thrown through Word’s spell/grammar checker. Another fact was that someone chimed in with, “what right do you have to ask questions?”
Excuse me, what? I’m pretty sure that’s how you get to the bottom of things right? You say, “hey that’s a new angle, got anything to back it up?” now I admit I did weigh the issue against the girl, but like I said; I go by the motto that the prosecution’s got to damn the defense, innocent until proven guilty and all that.
But I guess the biggest thing that irked me was the tl;dr bit. Okay; at the least offensive the phrase is redundant, “I don’t have time to listen to what you have to say, but I do have time to tell you that I don’t have the moment to look over what you said.” Again; what? In that time you just spent telling me that, you could have looked over it. On the other side of the spectrum, it comes across as, “I don’t give a shit about your opinion and I refuse to take a look at what you must have taken a bit to type; but I can sure as hell berate you for taking the time to actually express yourself. Saying long things is uncool; that’s why I use only letters in this cryptic code that makes me look like I had a spasm on the keyboard.” See how that might ruffle a few feathers? Now let’s think of a way to express this point without making that impression…
That’s right! Not answering! Not giving a response shows to the person that you don’t care what they’re saying. The person sees no yay or nay’s from anybody and realizes that she was in the wrong and stops typing her next follow-up manifesto. Problem solved. A perfect example of this would be my journal. There’s tons of entries that have no responses, and I assume that’s because nobody cares about what I’m saying. And I’m fine with that; I get the message, I move on, there’s one less rant post the next day about someone making a redundant and/or annoying messages at me.
I mean, if the individual had just said “I disagree because you don’t have the full view of the situation (and here’s why with facts and such)” then I’d have no problem with it. I like other views popping their heads up to visit, makes the day all enriched and stuff like that. It’s when people come in to say that they have nothing to say about the conversation, but that I don’t know anything about it and thus need to shut up (again; without explaining WHY I don’t know something vital about what I’m discussing.); that’s when I get all ranty.
But let me get this off my chest:
I verily have wanked. I have wanked in the most floral-language this side of a pontificating oxford man; I have droned on in the most exretious of manners and on subjects that others have insinuated and alleged that I have no bearings of. For shame have I, that I have gone on in great length and to bore those of whom have skimmed these pieces of code, these bits of html. Their virgin eyes should not have endured this torture that is this times-new-Roman purple prose, these sentences of nothing more then warm gasses as those who have held the great balloons aloft. Mere run-on sentences and pages of paragraphs can not express my sorrow and woe that I have produced, much less spewed forth on the world, a group of text so long that people scanning another person’s blog would be compelled not to read; but to comment that they could not read, for such is the power and toxin of the length of my statement that it would burn the very retinas of the viewer; and bore them unto a death of the most fearsome sort...
Which is my way of saying, “hey sorry about the mess there; but you’re about as tactful as a steamroller sometimes hon”. Also I knew those old Victorian bodice-rippers would come in handy someday.
And you know; I could have handled things a lot better. I did really want to see both sides of the issue, but also my defensive instincts kicked in… plus I have a thing about a post that isn’t at least thrown through Word’s spell/grammar checker. Another fact was that someone chimed in with, “what right do you have to ask questions?”
Excuse me, what? I’m pretty sure that’s how you get to the bottom of things right? You say, “hey that’s a new angle, got anything to back it up?” now I admit I did weigh the issue against the girl, but like I said; I go by the motto that the prosecution’s got to damn the defense, innocent until proven guilty and all that.
But I guess the biggest thing that irked me was the tl;dr bit. Okay; at the least offensive the phrase is redundant, “I don’t have time to listen to what you have to say, but I do have time to tell you that I don’t have the moment to look over what you said.” Again; what? In that time you just spent telling me that, you could have looked over it. On the other side of the spectrum, it comes across as, “I don’t give a shit about your opinion and I refuse to take a look at what you must have taken a bit to type; but I can sure as hell berate you for taking the time to actually express yourself. Saying long things is uncool; that’s why I use only letters in this cryptic code that makes me look like I had a spasm on the keyboard.” See how that might ruffle a few feathers? Now let’s think of a way to express this point without making that impression…
That’s right! Not answering! Not giving a response shows to the person that you don’t care what they’re saying. The person sees no yay or nay’s from anybody and realizes that she was in the wrong and stops typing her next follow-up manifesto. Problem solved. A perfect example of this would be my journal. There’s tons of entries that have no responses, and I assume that’s because nobody cares about what I’m saying. And I’m fine with that; I get the message, I move on, there’s one less rant post the next day about someone making a redundant and/or annoying messages at me.
I mean, if the individual had just said “I disagree because you don’t have the full view of the situation (and here’s why with facts and such)” then I’d have no problem with it. I like other views popping their heads up to visit, makes the day all enriched and stuff like that. It’s when people come in to say that they have nothing to say about the conversation, but that I don’t know anything about it and thus need to shut up (again; without explaining WHY I don’t know something vital about what I’m discussing.); that’s when I get all ranty.
