Theater of the Soul

I love it when I get shit thrown at me from out of nowhere.

I recieved an email from a friend asking for help because his blog was down. I provided help, along with several other people. I happened to be the one who found the solution. I made a short post stating that the issue was resolved and a short comment stating what the solution was. End of story…or it SHOULD have been. Instead I get an email this morning pointing me to this:

Or, maybe it would prefered that I engage in a stand-up pissin’ contest over who fixed who’s blog first.
I’m NOBODY’S “minion”, and I’d have to be a pompous biotch indeed to crown my self “queen” of any domain.
FUCK THAT.
I’m not a “girly” kinda girl. I will not engage in a bloggy “cat fight”. I’d rather meet you in a parking lot and kick your ass, fair and square. Mmmmk?

Well, sweetheart…you SHOW me where *I* started a pissing contest. You say you won’t ‘engage in a bloggy “cat fight”‘ but you’ll sure as fuck START one, huh? YOU yourself made a comment to the effect of “It doesn’t matter, as long as it’s fixed”. Right? Sounded like good logic to me, but apparently you can’t take your OWN advice, huh? Besides, Paul was back there too and it’s entirely possible that HE did something to fix the blog. In the BIG scheme of things, does it matter? Rob’s site was fixed and that WAS the main objective, wasn’t it? It damn well SHOULD have been.

And if I were to start a pissing contest over it, my comment to you would have been somewhere along the lines of, “Uhh no you silly cow, there were no ‘crossed posts’ or ‘fucked up timestamps’. I had been sitting here for twenty minutes looking at a working blog before YOU finally remembered to refresh your page”. But did I do that? Fuck no. You know why? Because you’re a friend of a friend and that was good enough reason for me to keep my thoughts to myself. I’m not into public humiliation, as I’ve stated before.

Hooting and hollering and generally making an ass of myself isn’t in my repertoire. Attacking someone behind their back also isn’t my style. If I’ve got something to say to you, I have NO problem at all saying it to your face. Just ask this woman. I’m pissed off at her…no doubt about it. But I can still hold a civil conversation with her without resorting to behind-the-scenes backstabbing and name-calling. [EDIT: Apparently she is as incapable of this as she is of pulling herself out of her perpetual pity party. There, Livey. NOW you have a reason to be pissy.]

And did you really threaten to kick my ass? Do you even realize how fucking juvenile and moronic that makes you sound?

Don’t some of you women have a fucking life or something else to occupy your time? Christ almighty. Ya’ll find the dumbest shit to fight about. If I spent half as much time as you assholes spend creating drama WHERE THERE ISN’T ANY, I wouldn’t have time for anything else.

Get a grip…or a life. I don’t care which, but leave ME the fuck out of it.

Update: Oh, and the ‘Queen of the Mindless Minions’ thing? It’s a joke, Toni. A very OLD, very silly joke. ANYONE who agrees with Rob on ANYTHING is automatically labeled a ‘mindless minion’ by his detractors. I was labeled the QUEEN a long time ago by a very bitter and delusional woman and it’s always kind of cracked me up. It still does. As I said before, if you don’t think they call YOU a mindless minion behind your back, you’re seriously mistaken.