Getting Panned

Check out this comment somebody posted last night regarding what I wrote yesterday:

At 10:39 PM, Anonymous said...
That was hands-down, without question, the absolute worst and most disappointing blog post since this blogs inception. My day revolves around a solid blog reading, and tonight the spinning has stopped.

How could you say that, anonymous? My posts on November 17th, November 18th and December 7th, 12th and 20th were all indisputably weaker than yesterday's. If you're going to write a scathing comment at least do your homework. Though your words were harsh, their bite was tempered by the fact that you said that your world revolves around my blog. To me that means one of two things: either your comment was in jest-in which case I'd suggest you work on your sense of humor seeing as how right now it comes across more as unbridled cruelty, or the other possibility is that you are a psycho. That is a much more exciting possibility. I'd be flattered to have an internet psycho/stalker. That's a sure sign that you're on your way to making it. I also can't deny the beauty of the metaphor you created what with the spinning of your world stopping and all. That's powerful stuff. Just a quick tip grammar tip, blogs as used in "blogs inception" could stand an apostrophe. Keep up the constructive feedback pal.

I initially read the comment late last night and I wrote a much meaner response in which I let anonymous know that I hoped his/her first child would be stillborn, but in the light of day I've realized that type of nastiness isn't fit to print.

I don't think it's cool to blow your nose on tissue paper and then crumple it up and put it in your pocket for later use. Especially if you aren't extremely extremely poor. That stuff is made for single-use only. C'mon guys, tissue paper is actually quite inexpensive. You can get napkins and toilet paper for free from almost anywhere. You look dirty and disgusting when you take that crusty, bunched up snot rag out of your pocket and put it to your face again. I'll buy you a pack. I don't care if you're a complete stranger, just don't subject me to that. If you're married to blowing your snot into pre-existing hardened snot for whatever reason, at least buy a handkerchief. Not that they're not also gross, but at least they are designed for multiple uses.

If only I had galoshes today.

Have a blessed weekend. Especially you, anonymous.