Shit OD, sorry. Ok, I’m not real sorry. I did try cross posting stuff; you were a bit temperamental about it. I am not sympathetic to the bi-annual exodus, the staying away in droves from OD. When I find myself to vested in my digital life I get vaguely embarrassed that I should be outside playing.
I mean that really is the flipside to the whole keen and mew of “When we were kids we didn’t wear helmets …” We aren’t kids and instead of throwing lawn darts at each without helmets on we’re bitching about how it used to be. There’s no small irony in blogging about how kids today spend too much time texting, on computers, playing video games and the like.
I have not abandoned OD, couldn’t in good conscience even if I wanted too. As an objective an observation as possible; the whiney titty babies who grab the barf bags at the slightest turbulence are not a population you hate to see go, and they’ll be barfing and calling for a steward on whatever flight they transfer too.
I try my damnedest not to be exclusively reactionary, it’s a shitty way of going about things, it puts the locus of control in unkind and external hands. My crime is the opposite and likely just as damaging; it’s not a bratty “I don’t have to do what you say” it’s more of the “I won’t do what you say because you said it”. Yeah, no, that hasn’t worked out that well for me, and it’s with that objective humility I say reactionary equals shitty.
In my own lexicon the opposite side of a coin means the same argument from an opposite direction. A partisan argument, for instance, involve the opposite side of a coin; it’s a very thin layer separating them. Republican vs. Peach Ice Cream are two different coins, republican vs. democrat is the same coin and conservative vs. liberal is change for that coin.
My opinions regarding OD and prosebox are Peach Ice Cream and copper Ore. They aren’t in competition. It’s easier to walk to the corner and plop the IOU that US currency has become and get a quart of Peach Ice Cream than it is to drive to the UP and lower myself into an abandoned copper mine. I’m sure someone sells copper Ore close by. I’d never consider that an either/or, mutually exclusive sort of thing. I’ve never thought of a bad streak of color in the rock as indicative of all copper being tainted or that freezer burned Peach Ice Cream has somehow contaminated Peach Ice cream for all time.
I stay at prosebox because I like prosebox; I stay at OD because it’s OD. There are people who live in Los Angeles who are scared to death of earthquakes. They live there anyhow. The worst OD hiccup of all time did not knock a single picture off my wall. If People living in LA could afford a skiing cabin in Lake Tahoe (some can and do) they wouldn’t (and don’t) feel obliged to abjure LA. Not a great example, I just miss the west coast and the big old whiney titty baby in me can’t even say Oregon without my voice cracking like a teenage boy at his first prom.
Huh. I guess this better be cross-posted. There will be people offended on both sites, or there would be if anyone paid attention to my kvetching. I’d be in a bit of a quandary if folks did pay attention; use those powers for good or insist even harder that I don’t pander which is the same side of the same coin as pandering. I don’t get how the word pandering came to be legal parlance for pimping. It’s not like you can pander-slap a ho, or buy a big floppy purple velvet pander hat.
Yeah, ok, the coffee and other assorted drugs in constant flux in the body Dawg are all listing leeward. I’m spent.
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