TV must be really boring. There must be no good books left to read. Perhaps all the zoos have closed down and the Ice Cream trucks are under quarantine.
I can’t think of any other reason why someone would pretend to be a friend of mine, use that person’s name and come to my blog to stir up a fight between the two of us.
That seems like the single lamest way to spend five minutes of your time, to be quite honest. Well, maybe not “lamest” (some people do write 7th Heaven fanfic…) but it’s up there.
I have a weird relationship with blogging lately. I found myself more and more involved with it as my health deteriorated…it gave me a feeling of keeping one toe dipped in the pool of society while I patched up inside. Since I took so much from blogging, I decided to give back. Of course that didn’t go so well so I decided I’d recede into the shadows for awhile. Especially after strangers decided to say hurtful things. Who needs it, really? But of course, I still write and I still have my opinions. So I’m quietly (?!?) over here jabbering away about this and that like one of those strange ladies in cardigans at the grocery store’s organic section, muttering about the soy milk. I try not to go too far out of my way these days.
Which is why I’m so amused that someone–a big fan of Velvet Jones, apparently–decided to go to all the trouble of routing a stupid comment on my blog through an anonymiser. How bored must that dude be?!? I thought anonymisers were used by people who wanted to look at porn at work. THAT I can understand. Not that I want to look at porn at work OR at home. (I think porn is kind of boring, frankly–it’s like watching monkeys type. Yeah they can do it and it LOOKS real, but you know it’s all a setup.) I just can see going to all the trouble of being secretive for that reason. Not to come here and pick a fight.
No matter what happens between me and blogging, I remain amused by the antics of the bored.