I'm always on the lookout for good music sites, and I came across this really excellent thing called "Huevos," at pettingmytapeworm.blogspot.com, written by a really smart and funny 17-year-old from Louisville KY. Bouncing around her various inter-linked sites, I was really impressed, and left her a couple of notes to tell her so. So she wrote back, something like, "Who the fuck are you? Fuck you. Get the fuck out of here."
So on the one hand you have this person who is obviously pretty vain about her work, publishing it all over every conceivable Web 2.0 venue, declaring that she "lives and bleeds" for her blog, and then gets pissed off when someone -- I don't know, I guess someone not in her personal clique at school -- signs up as a fan.
Maybe it's just the creepy old guy thing. But isn't the point of publishing -- especially artistic, nearly professional-quality material everywhere you can think to post it -- to attract readers? Is it all about Gen-Zero?
I'm taking a class at UNM on "The Problem of Evil in World Religions," and I scoff whenever I read one of those God Damned Catholic theologians who says, "It's all just beyond the scope of human understanding. It's a Mystery." Unraveling the most difficult philosophical problems in the history of the world is easy. To fathom teenagers and the web is a wholly different scale of problem altogether.
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:-) Yes.
I suppose if you knew enough of her history it would all make sense. But there's certainly a sensation of being sucker-punched when something like that happens!
I'm flattered by the attention and publicity you've given me and my blog, but there are certain lines that can be crossed.
I enjoy getting feedback from readers; it's one of my favorite things. And even if I come off as a bitch, I have reasons. In short, you make me completely uncomfortable.
It could be because you linked all of my personal websites to the public in one of your twitter posts, and it could be from when you emailed me asking what I do when not fucking Lindsay Lohan (a joke that was only meant to be shared clearly between a close friend and me), but most of all it could be because you are 'following'/adding me on all my personal websites- twitter, tumblr, myspace, etc.- and making touchy posts on your blog about how I told you to fuck off.
I'm fine with talking to folks with common interests, but you made absolutely no gesture to do so. It's totally cool you lived in filming area for Twin Peaks; that rules, not to mention you have a saucerful of other good likings under your belt.
All I ask is that you let me know next time if you're planning to lurk my shit.
A little heads-up would be nice.
and I forgot to mention you're a freakishly old man on the internet! go you.
Well here is where you might consider the implications of the kind of publishing you are doing. The Lindsay Lohan thing came over my Twitter because I had done a search on her name. (I read about her dressing like a vampire on her twitter page.) I laughed my ass off. The tumblr site, (which I bounced to straight off since your tweet contained a link to it) is so well designed, this minimalist dada thing, and the post, a questionnaire with one really bizarre question -- I was very impressed. Now, since you had no mention on there that it was just for one friend, I put in an answer ... trying to stay in the same sarcastic, bizarre vein. And you may not know this, but when you answer a question like that on someone's tumblr account it forces you to sign up and automatically subscribes you to the person's stuff. So far, I was intrigued.
Your tumblr led me to stright to your blog, and music being one of my most all-encompassing lifetime interests -- I even majored in it in college -- (and being very familiar with sub pop ever since my friend who worked at Geffen sent me a promo of Nevermind six weeks before it was released, making me sort of a demigod to my room mate Susie Hitler and all her punk friends) -- yeah, your post on the Vaselines really impressed me. So far, I was merely swept up in the stream I was pulled into by clicking on your Lindsay Lohan tweet. I checked out your MySpace hoping you had good music clips there, etc. but it was a private site, and I don't use MySpace anyway. So interpret it any way you want. But if you intend a tweet to be between you and a single friend, you should damn well send it in a "Direct Message" rather than publishing it to the world.
Way back when we all got on e-mail for the first time in the 80's, when it was still mainly for academics, someone famously said that you should "never send anything by e-mail you wouldn't want to see on the front page of the Chronicle of Higher Education." Even then they could see how it really is a public communication, regardless of who you intend it to be restricted to.
O.K.?
I don't believe fucking dogs is being sarcastic, ya creep.
That's old time army slang for "wasting time." Nothing to do with real dogs. Sorry I didn't make that clear.
maybe if you're from Canada. But we don't talk like that; this is America, we speak Spanish.
Been meaning to take that up. We actually do in NM -- always have, even after the U.S. took it from Mexico.
I really had no doubt about that.
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