God. What a week. First Kevin “Too Fat For The Sky” Smith gets kicked off that Southwest flight and yesterday some whackadoo flies his damn plane into a building with some IRS offices in my fair hamlet of Austin, Texas.
I’m pretty much ready to lock my door, turn off all my personal equipment and hunker down for the weekend with a bottle of Basil-Hayden’s and some Almodovar films until everyone has regained what they have lost of their damn minds.
HOWEVER, before I do that we’ve got a little housekeeping to do:
Comments: Do you know who does the comment admin? ME. And it sucks, because there are always a million spam comments that somehow make it through the filter trying to sell me things that normally would require a fake foreign visa and a cash-only trip to Thailand. The only thing that’s WORSE than spam is having to go and moderate comments from het up readers whose passionate feelings override their better sense when it comes to what is and is not appropriate on the blog.
Francesca, Twistie and I are fair game. I like Twistie so you take your blogging life in your hands if you go after her, but generally speaking you can have at us. Don’t go after other readers with ad hominem attacks or telling them to leave. If your name isn’t on the masthead, you don’t get a say as to who is welcome on this blog. Sorry! (But not really!)
Keep the profanity to a minimum. I love a well-placed f bomb as much as the next gal, assuming the next gal is a merchant marine, but this is a family blog so keep it clean.
There is a reason James Joyce does not post in comments. Sure, technically that reason is that he’s dead, but ALSO he’s long-winded. I LOVE that y’all are erudite and clever and put thought into your comments, but when they run to five and six hundred words? Perhaps a blog with a linkback might be more appropriate. It shows up in the comments field anyway. Also, there is no excuse for a 1048 word comment –not that I’m naming any names, ROBIN.
If you’re going to flounce, flounce and be quiet about it. Listen, we love each and every one of our readers, but there are a LOT of you. Francesca and Twistie aren’t around enough for the care and keeping of your individual heartstrings and I’m too mean to do it. So if you’re going to get your pwecious feeeeewings hurt and you want to leave forever, then just leave. Don’t throw a big hissy about it. We hate to see you go, but we trust your judgment as an adult enough not to try to convince you to stay.
Don’t troll advertise. Dude. We know what you’re trying to do by putting vapid six word comments on every.single.post. with a link to your own blog. If you want to advertise on the blog we would LOVE to take your money, if you want us to link to your blog, send me an email. I’ll check it out and if I like it, I’ll put it on the roll.
Okay, that’s all the admin for this week! Happy trails, campers! I’ll see you on the other side of the weekend.