I'm going to go out on a limb here, and those of you who write blogs probably will recognize this one.
I love blogging, I love commenting on other people's blogs, I love the little social milieu that has grown virtually and tangibly out of this little san-pan I set upon the high seas almost two years ago. I love it when a lurker comes out of the bushes to say hi, and I love it when regulars chime in: it just puts a little wind in my sails.
But what I dislike about blogging enough to actually title my post today with such an anti-social sentiment is when people google transporter in here, lob a hateful comment or find fault with me and my life, and then leave (I need to go back and close comments more often).
Typepad sends me lots of lovely emails telling me that people are responding to my most recent posts, but then every once in awhile, I get some random dirtbag calling me a stupid bitch because they found something I wrote two months ago that rubbed them the wrong way, and it wasn't even about politics. I don't write about politics too much because I can't take the heat, and you guys probably know how I feel, and you don't all necessarily agree with me. That's cool. I would expect random dirtbags to disagree with me on subjects of that nature, but it's always about smoke alarms or my wallpaper or the way I raise my kid. It's never about knitting. Does this really fulfill people's lives, to flame mommies on their knit blogs? ::shaking head:: Damn.
I also hate when people find one of my free patterns linked from some dessicated Knitters Review thread and ask me a question that I always take the time to answer, and then never NEVER say thank you (okay, once). It makes a girl want to just slam down that delete button. It's completely why I will never send a pattern into Knitty, even if I thought I could get something like the boy's Daylight Express Sweater accepted. I just hate how people don't observe the rudiments of social exchange.
So, if you want to play nice, by all means, hang out and have some coffee. I know that if you're reading this, you will. Thanks, and Welcome. You're a peach.
But if you're a random dirtbag and never bother to get this far, I'd rather that you just go home.
A fat lot of good that'll do me, I know. But it feels good to have it said.