About This Blog
A blog about my life, universe, etc. At any given time you might find something endlessly interesting or just me ruminating on something else, which no one (not even myself) finds interesting. That's the way blogs go, I suppose. Anyway, I was eleventh in line, and you weren't. Hah!
Scripture of the Moment 2 Nephi 2:27 Wherefore, men are free according to the flesh; and all things are given them which are expedient unto man. And they are free to choose liberty and eternal life, through the great Mediator of all men, or to choose captivity and death, according to the captivity and power of the devil; for he seeketh that all men might be miserable like unto himself.
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-- If I mention something that's been published and is still available on the Internet, I will link to it. Well, if I know it's there, anyway.
-- Once I've posted something, I will not make substantive changes to the body of the post. Any changes will be noted with an "EDIT" tag at the bottom of the post in question, or will be noted in a subsequent post. Typos, stylistic errors, and link updates will occur, without time limit (though if it's been a while, I'll let you know). If I really really regret a post, it's likely I'll post about cats or something for a while in pennance. You've been warned.
-- If I find something through the efforts of another blogger (in fact, of anyone I can link to), I'll credit them with a link (the style of such a link is pretty much up to my mood, so don't expect consistency in that area).
-- My comment policy is listed below.
I like comments, and I'll keep them activated. HOWEVER, if you want to start a flamewar, go somewhere else. If you want to get me to start arguing with you about Ohio State vs. Michigan, whether Mormons are Christian, how stupid being spoiler free is, or pretty much anything else inflamatory (inflamatory is in the eye of me in this case -- if you don't trust my judgement, too bad), go somewhere else. All links to pornography, all instances of vulgar language, and anything else I don't think is appropriate for my sisters, brother, neice, and nephew to see (ages 1-18), or quite frankly appropriate for ME to see, will be edited as I see fit (probably with links to something else, or alternate words, or what have you). All spam comments, including blatant off-topic self-promotion, will be deleted. If you've been banned, feel free to email me; if you're uncivil, please know that I'm interested in finding out exactly how many people I can add to my killfile without bringing my processer speed to zero, and don't mind using your address in my experiments. I reserve the right to delete and/or ban anyone I want. If you need to say it that badly, go get your own blog. They're free, you know.
A Note About Chatting and Emails
I'm not what you would call an extremely social or extraverted person. As a matter of fact, I tend to test 100% introvert on Myer-Briggs and other personality profile tests. Therefore, please be aware that most of the time, if I don't already know you (either in person or through weeks/months/years of email contact) the chances are I won't be very talkative if you IM me. I like having a long time to consider what I say, and that goes double for what I say to total strangers. Please don't think me scary, rude, hateful, or even just someone in a perpetual bad mood, if chat efforts are unsuccessful. Quite frankly, it's probably better for you to go find someone else to chat with, unless you have something significant to say. And if it's that important, you should probably email me. Which reminds me to let you know now that if you do choose to email me, it might be days, weeks, months, years, or never before I email you back. It takes a lot of energy for me to come up with replies to random inquiries from strangers, and most of the time there's something I'd rather be doing instead. Your understanding is appreciated. I'm not saying don't try, I'm just saying -- have minimal expectations, okay? Thanks. Oh, and if you DO know me, don't treat this statement as an excellent excuse not to talk to me. You know who you are.
It's not just CBS that needs a good talking-to...
No sir, Entertainment Weekly, that paragon of mediocrity in a field hardly known for it's outstanding committment to journalistic integrity and basic human decency, is just asking for a smackdown. Fortunately, about 150 of Wil Wheaton's readers are willing and able to provide it (note: there is some mature language on Wil's site). Now, I'm not one to condone or advocate an un-Christian approach to dealing with slights and insults, but in this case, I think a good old-fashioned complaint letter is in order (I sent this email today, to firstname.lastname@example.org):
I just read the blurb you call "Whiner of the Week" in this week's edition. I have to tell you that I stopped buying Entertainment Weekly regularly some time ago, and I'm even more satisfied with that decision today than I was at the time. I suggest that you take the time to actually read the words of authors you criticize and mock, before actually putting your unfounded assumptions into print where thousands of people can see you prove just how unprofessional you are. In particular, I'd like to welcome you to read more than the first thirty pages of Wil Wheaton's most recent book (and any of the pages from his first one, "Dancing Barefoot"), so that you're more adequately prepared to present him with the apology we all know he deserves for your treatment. Your future success depends entirely on your reputation amongst your audience and sources; egregious misrepresentations like this one will only hasten your downfall. And I, for one, won't be sorry to see you gone, as your magazine is currently occupying space that would be more beneficially allotted to, well, anyone else.
Gotta love the sound of columnists and editors squirming in their seats. For heaven's sake, how long will it take people to figure out that annoying the heck out of geeks, nerds, and intellectuals with internet connections is just... bad for one's sanity? posted by Sarah at 8:02 PM. |