Continue Doing What You Weren’t
I decided to reopen my blog to comments after thinking short and easy about it. This should be welcome news to all of you who read my blog but never leave comments anyway.
I’m one of those persons who never (or at least, rarely) got the party. Through the years, fellow and fellowette workers stopped by my desk and asked me to contribute to someone’s birthday or going-away party, yet no one seemed to notice when my birthday rolled around; and whenever I left a job, no one seemed to notice. Perhaps they noticed at some point after I left, but how would I know that? I suspect the party may have also occurred after I left, and I’m okay with that.
Anyway, I really don’t like comments, especially when they disagree with my point-of-view. No, I don’t think there’s only one side to every story, or that I’m always right, but I’d rather just say what I want, and if someone disagrees with it, then they disagree with it. See, the problem isn’t that there are two sides to ever story; the problem lies in the fact that there are probably thousands of sides to every story. The yes-buts and the what-ifs may present some interesting viewpoints, but mainly they simply amount to a lot of useless clutter. I figure if you disagree with something I write, then go write your own blog to set the readers straight. You’re even welcome to leave a trackback, as long as it’s intelligible.
For the individuals who repeatedly attempt to leave questionable trackbacks or comments, I should make it clear that my site’s policy is to accept no links (even reciprocal links) to sites promoting or offering prescription drugs, gambling, or anything of a pornographic or offensive nature. This is in line not only with my personal views, but also within the required guidelines of the companies of which Barrier Island Art is affiliated.
I publish this blog for one main reason, and that is to entertain. If you don’t find it entertaining, you’re welcome to not read it. On the other hand, I continue watching CSI Miami, even though I consider David Caruso one of the worst actors of all time. Forget the shades, the silly posing, and the melodramatic talking - I just wonder why someone working mainly outside in Miami would wear black all the time? My point is, if you don’t like what I write, but read it anyway, I understand.
Mainly, I hope I can bring a smile to the faces of most readers, and I really don’t care why you’re smiling. If you sit there laughing because you think I’m an idiot, that’s good, because I might even agree with you. Probably not, though. If you sense outrage and throw your mouse at your dog, that’s bad, and you’re missing my point.
Anyway, today is Easter Saturday, and we’re expecting snow here in South Jersey. This could mess up my plans of traveling to Tennessee to buy some carbon credits from Al Gore.