Monday, February 26, 2007
La gota que colmó el vaso
" Anonymous said...
I prefered this blog when you found the fun in things you liked, now you just seem to snipe at things you don't. "
I could say the same about you, Anonymous. I preferred this blog when you found the fun in things you liked; now you just seem to snipe at things you don't.
It seems that it is no longer possible for me to post on this blog without some commenter, often an anonymous one, telling me "that's not funny" or "I used to like you better when". I can't even put up an innocent post about the foibles of Aqualad.
That's very emotionally draining to me. Unless you have spent the kind of time and effort that a blogger does to post daily (or nearly so), you can't imagine how unmotivating it is to be heckled nearly daily. Some may be clapping for you, but it still stings just as hard when the tomato hits you.
I'm not sure why people do this. If I don't care for a blog or it no longer interests me, I simply stop reading it. If you wish bloggers to post particular types of things, praise them lavishly when they do. Dissing them when what they post doesn't tickle your particular fancy that day serves only to move them one step closer to quitting.
Which I am. I am walking away from this blog for one month. I'll return in one month at which point I'll decide whether I want to start it up again or not. That should give those who don't like what I post time to break the habit of showing up daily to tell me so; they can move on to ruin someone else's enjoyment of another blog. Perhaps they can also ponder why there are fewer and fewer blogs left for them to criticize.
I am not tired, nor have I run out of things to say. There are so many things I wanted to discuss with you. DC's Heracles versus Marvel's Hercules versus the original Herakles. Groovy Chick Month. The Parade of Temporal Villains. The Big Three as Parental Figures. One-Hit Wonders Who Deserve a Second Shot, and Why.
I hope we can discuss them later.
Sunday, February 25, 2007
The Bride of Goofus
Forget Tula. Forget Dolphin.
You know who Aqualad would be absolutely perfect for?
It would be the perfect union of helplessness and hopelessness.