Don’t you hate when you have nothing to say?
April 10th, 2007 by Atomictumor
Sometimes thats my problem. See, I’ve learned of myself that I have very little impulse control. If I get the urge to do something, well, it’s pretty much going to get done.
Now, I have this large audience, that checks in on a daily basis, evidently hoping that I’ll have something to tell em, and on days like this, when about the only thing on my mind is a headache, well, its hard at acquiesce. However, the problem is, that blank spot under the “Write” header starts to mock me, insulting my lineage, and telling me that I’m lower than dirt.
We can’t let that happen now, can we?
I suppose I could talk about the many faceted smack down that the Oak Ridger’s publisher, Richard Esposito, gave today in his editorial. He manages to address problems with retail in Oak Ridge, small mindedness in the world, and dumbasses on the internet in a way that is both masterful and wicked awesome.
See, I’ve mentioned it before, but I kinda cut my internety teeth with the Oak Ridger (no, not the April Fools thing, although so far nobody has sued), but on the old skool Oak Ridger forums. This was about 3 or 4 years ago, and it was great to see a place filled up with people in this weird little town, discussing the issues of this weird little town. Before that, there was the newspaper, and that was about it for folks like myself that weren’t ‘connected’ with the town. I started posting on there, met some good friends there, and enjoyed it. Over time, different elements of folks started rolling in there, people who weren’t interested in intelligent discourse, but in berating other users, and continuing mindless tirades against certain people, for reasons that I’ll never understand.
Around that time, we started the Tumor, and the friends we had on the boards starting coming over here, or starting their own websites, and it kinda picked up from there. Meanwhile, the trolls and jackasses on the Oak Ridger forums started multiplying, and we had to deal with one or two of em here as well. I always kinda enjoyed that, as the beauty of having your own website are the multitudes of various ways to deal with mean people, which might be why we never had many of em.
Unfortunately, these days the playground we all used to enjoy is filled up with weeds. I made a very short attempt to head back there, along with Daco, and Joel, and a few others, and try to steer the forums back into a place where theres a remote possiblity somebody would enjoy being there, but I gave up. Lots of people blamed the mod of the forums, but I don’t. I’ve met the guy a time or two, and got along. He’s a hired gun, and I doubt he has any power to do anything to clean up the place. Frankly, I get the feeling he dislikes the place as much as I do, but he has to keep going back every day. Sucks, huh?
By this point, the plane has crashed into the mountain. There isn’t any saving those forums.
But my headache’s better…
April 10th, 2007 at 2:41 pm
Sounds like you need a trip to the compound. Nodbob is coming up.
April 10th, 2007 at 2:50 pm
Just remember, they killed Ceasar at the Forum. Was it a good or bad thing? Who knows. We will see if Espos’ dialectic attempt has an effect.
April 10th, 2007 at 2:52 pm
Those forums are a lost cause at this point. Filled with trolls that are still attempting to bait those of us who finally gave up back into that quagmire of ooze from the Black Lagoon from which they suck swill. Or at least they suck.
April 10th, 2007 at 4:12 pm
I still visit there on occasion….for a few laughs, but it seems like there are’nt many laughs anymore….just boring crap.
April 10th, 2007 at 4:56 pm
Funny though, none of the namesakes mentioned in the article have posted diddly-squat over at the weed-infested playground today, as they usually do.
Wonder if he dissed them and banned them at the same time? Naaahhh, couldn’t get that good. Still, I loved the column.
April 10th, 2007 at 7:19 pm
Oh no!! Maybe you caught my headache!
(Which turned into a nasty cold by the way.)
I’m glad you’re feeling better.