I can be such a little shit sometimes.
On Monday, I made a rather snarky post about another blog that was using "Like You Really Care" as a subtitle. The author of that site, Erim (neat name), posted a comment:
Well, I guess there are a few reasons I never did a Google search. For one, it's not really the "name" of my site, just a silly tag line. Secondly, my site's been around since 1997, and I don't think the tag line has much to do with anything. Third, it never occurred to me that somebody would feel so possessive about a common phrase.Well, maybe I'm just a pussy, or maybe that deep sense of guilt that my religious parents instilled in me is kicking in, but I'd like to apologize to Erim. While I appreciate the change, I'm very sorry for my public display of kneejerkery.
But, since I'm a nice guy, and I hate so see somebody with their knickers in a twist, I'll change it for you. How about that?
And really, I guess I shouldn't be too possessive about ANYTHING regarding names, considering my parents named me Arlo Guthrie.
So Erim, I'm very sorry. And by the way, I think that "Ephemeral Distractions" is a great phrase and that you are an excellent photographer.
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See what I'm talkin' about, Arlo? When other people actually read what you write and care about what you think - it sucks. It's assault on your natural right to freedom of conscience. I suggest that you ratchet up your offensiveness/arrogance/irrelevance. That way, people will be more inclined to simply ignore your ravings and leave you in peace.
Well, if my back hadn't been killing me yesterday (and still today, dammit), I probably wouldn't have bothered. It just makes me a bit cranky.
But, thanks for the apology, and don't sweat it. I like your blog, and I don't think you need to worry about trying to rachet up your irrelevance at all.
Hey everyone, Arlo's pussy hurts!
You gotta defend your Brand, yo.
Ah, Dague, spoken like a true business-brain... I guess you supported the Donald trying to copywright "You're fired!" Arlo, good tact on the apology. Well done.
Dear Anonymous, in keeping with the LYRC tradition of naming gutless swine that hide their identities behind the anonymous moniker, allow me to christen you:
Sire George Blowhole Felching Shitface
Now, Fock, that's not fair. I mean, he may have disagreed with Dague, but he complimented me. How about something far less vulgar:
Lord Dingleberry of Poopyshire
Ah, lovely Poopyshire, where the zits frolic on the horizon, and the fragrant cornyhole tree blooms in the spring...
Well, Fock... Thank you for sharing all of your sexual fetishes with me while trying to name me. And if you keep writing "W", you might be able to get that first one to work out for you.
Dear Lord Dingleberry:
I have many more fetishes I would love to share with you. I also enjoy long walks at night with my dick hanging out.
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