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Like I said a while ago, when I was telling you the totally incomplete story of my week of misbehavior (The Redhead, by the way, who wants her own section of this blog for her awesomeness and just may get it, is on me to tell the rest of the story. Mostly because she knows she’s the star of it), wait, what? Anyway. When I was telling you that story, I mentioned how I was pretty laid back and non-confrontational.
But there’s one thing that kind of gets me (besides the super rude collections call I got yesterday for an issue that had already been handled, I stomped outside to rip that guy a new one on my cellphone, ’cause I know his life just isn’t miserable enough as someone who makes collections calls all day), and that’s people who either can’t read, or try to abuse my blog for their own google-crawling purposes and think I’m too stupid to catch it.
It’s not like I have The Great Flood of comments coming in here, people.
Anyway, I remember a particular incident back when I was writing crimeny.net, where I wrote a post that got a good bit of responses, mostly because I’m hysterical (it was a story that started with a popsicle stick and ended with me being called a “godless jezebel with no respect for the environment,” so let’s consider this an imagination exercise where you fill the rest in with any amusing detail you so choose), but one comment because people are idiots. And I know that some people are idiots, and I largely forgive them. But when you come to what is obviously a personal website, I mean, OBVIOUSLY, people, look in the wayback machine/internet archives if you don’t believe me, and leave a comment asking me about my “sugar free fudgesicles” and if it’s okay for you to eat several of them a day, and request a response from my company, believe me, you’re getting a response.
So right, by this time in the life of my old blog, I couldn’t handle all the e-mail anymore, and I was a bit frustrated with blogging in general, but this woman’s comment caught my eye in such a way that she was on the receiving end of a pretty sharp tongued tirade accusing her of not being able to read, questioning her intelligence (she thought she was asking a POPSICLE COMPANY if EATING THEIR PRODUCT was okay!) and basically demanding she pack up her computer and mail it to me so I could give it to someone who wouldn’t be a hazard to the internet.
And I was reminded of this incident because recently, someone decided to pimp their own “casey serin” site in the comments of one of my earliest posts, in a way that said “I didn’t read any of this page, or even this really short entry, I just googled this casey guy so I could find places to stick my link to direct your traffic to me, but I’m also going to phrase my comment in such a way to fool you into thinking I’m really speaking to you.”
Well, Mr. Fake Address, now your carefully placed link (which you were kind enough to put in the comment twice!) directs readers of said comment directly back to me.
So right, as I was saying, I’m a calm, peace loving individual who will take advantage of the anonymity of the internet to be a raging bitch to people I have never met, who will go about their day bewildered by why the popsicle company is calling them an illiterate dumbass, and I will feel a little bit better and have to kick one less puppy on my way home from work.
Well, I never claimed to be NICE.
