It was ill-intentioned and it *hurt* people and I don't feel unjustified for having said something about it, nor do I feel any of what I said has been in error, considering the source material.
Good. Dude, Happy Holidays, and many cookies to you (a few extra for the ego, and can I maybe fold out that couch for you both...), because wow. Wow. My eyes have lodged themselves in the back of my head at this point. I may be Grinchy, but clearly Christmas left people long on overseriousness and short on things to use as a shady excuse to launch flimsy personal attacks, because I haven't seen that sort of unexpectedly negative mudslinging on such a teeny tiny pretense in ages. Even if I disagreed with you/denied your right to complain about it (which clearly I don't, and the incredible prescient talents that lead me to predict such occurrences as the ones that upset you are what keep me far, far away from Santa projects in any fandom [well, that and their innate Christiassumptivity], but that's my personal choice and doesn't make the occurrences themselves any less comment-worthy), I let people screw up in my estimation four, five times before I start insulting their mamas! Or, you know. Start making sweeping -- and, based upon my mo' bigger experience with you than they have, very wrong -- generalizations about their personalities.
PS - calling something a kerfuffle does so make it cute. Try it! "Kerfufflers! Aww, wook at da wittle kerfufflers..."
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Date: December 26th, 2002 11:30 am (UTC)Good. Dude, Happy Holidays, and many cookies to you (a few extra for the ego, and can I maybe fold out that couch for you both...), because wow. Wow. My eyes have lodged themselves in the back of my head at this point. I may be Grinchy, but clearly Christmas left people long on overseriousness and short on things to use as a shady excuse to launch flimsy personal attacks, because I haven't seen that sort of unexpectedly negative mudslinging on such a teeny tiny pretense in ages. Even if I disagreed with you/denied your right to complain about it (which clearly I don't, and the incredible prescient talents that lead me to predict such occurrences as the ones that upset you are what keep me far, far away from Santa projects in any fandom [well, that and their innate Christiassumptivity], but that's my personal choice and doesn't make the occurrences themselves any less comment-worthy), I let people screw up in my estimation four, five times before I start insulting their mamas! Or, you know. Start making sweeping -- and, based upon my mo' bigger experience with you than they have, very wrong -- generalizations about their personalities.
PS - calling something a kerfuffle does so make it cute. Try it! "Kerfufflers! Aww, wook at da wittle kerfufflers..."