Credit where credit is due. I realize that I’ve blasted you a bit in the past (although I’m not alone in that regard). Okay, more honestly, I’ve insulted you with terribly mocking and boisterous posts, most often having to do with what I perceive as your attitude when you deal with us, your customers.
However, I think it is important that I tell you that I’ve discerned a notable change. Your recent handling of the suspended poster was, I thought, professional. The note you left when you closed the thread was completely snark-free. It was purely informational, and had no tone of condescension or anything like that.
I realize I could have PMd you with this comment, but since I’ve criticized you in public, it is only fair that I praise you in public. Good job. And thanks, from one of your longtime posters. (And honestly, given many of our past interactions, one of your friends. We have had our good times, you know.)
I logged on to see that my beautiful thread was locked and shut down, and a cold yet burning anger blew through my soul at this injustice. In the interests of peace I decided to forgo any retaliation.
But now, seeing Liberal offering congratulations to the committer of this atrocity, I realize that there is only so much I can countenance.
For when there is no justice, and insult is added to injury, “Vengeance” is spelled S-C-Y-L-L-A.
Yeah, thanks. I gotta give my wife the credit, though. She’s the one who insisted that I get something done about my OCD. How she put up with me for so long is something I’ll never understand. Our house used to look like a museum. Now, it isn’t messy. But it’s homey, if you know what I mean. I mean, there’s no dishes in the sink or crap like that. But the cup handles are turned just all kinds of ways (instead of all at 30 degree angles). And the “throw” in the great room is draped over the couch in whatever manner it happens to fall (instead of folded into a perfect triangle, and draped over the left arm — never the right). The most important thing to me is that my relations with my wife have improved a hundred percent. And the funny thing is, now that I don’t get upset over piddly shit all the time, she listens to me more and is more ammenable to trying things my way. Strange, that. But there’s no question that there was some kind of imbalance in my brain that a calming and relaxing tranquilizer solved. It isn’t a cure; it’s a treatment. But intellectually, I’m beginning to “catch on”.
I’m just kidding around because it’s fun to complain. It’s not your fault. I fully understand why the thread was closed. I don’t actually care, and even if I did, it seemed that the actual topic had run its course.
None of this of course gets you off the vengeance list.
Apropos of nothing, I am genuinely offended that there was such a great thread (minus the stupid hijack that shut it) and I was not invited being that I had a GQ-turned-GD thread on the matter. Next episode is the finale and my crystal ball says that it will end with sad music and a black screen with explanatory text. Please PM me for that thread since I no longer read the pit.
I could answer all those questions but we don’t have internet in Nirvana so I will make you a favor and not tell.
This is a catastrophcally cataclysmic calamity of seismic size.
I want the old TubaDiva back. I loved her, but now it’s too late for both of us. To think of my dear Tuba sliding down the slippery slope of snarklessness is just more than my poor heart can bear.
The only way I can be cheered up is for Tuba to come in here and tell me to go fuck myself. Only then will I believe she can yet be saved.
(this is meant in a joking, friendly way). You’ve come a long way, Lib.