Wear Clean Draws  (because there’s 5 million ways to kill a ceo)

hmmm. what part of the month is it anyway? ha ha

i just read some comment to my comment on a post at amber’s blog:
http://www.beingamberrhea.com/2009/06/03/quote-of-the-day-44/comment-page-1/

hexy says something about “her experience” and then says, “you’re quite right about migrants”.

fucking irritated. and since i’m in the mood to be a pissy cunt bitch, let me just say: i really hate ambiguous assy comments.

first, WTF is she talking about? vague. did my post nym translate as “mind reader” to her? is there some top sekrit code in there that i must decipher?

second, it’s followed by “you’re quite right… though”. WTF. i take this to mean that, WRT her first comment, something i’d said was wrong.

excuse me? i was writing about someone else’s fucking book.

i can be wrong in my interpretation of the book’s findings, in which case you’d have to read the book to determine that and then point to evidence.

anecdata? how in the FUCK does her anecdata have much to do with migrant sex workers? especially since “in my experience” is described by …

nothing

???

is she a migrant sex worker? if so, then WTF is her experience. i have no clue, because she didn’t illustrate.

ok, so her experience as a sex worker contradicts that described in the book. is that it?

would it be so hard to explain what the hell she is talking about? WTF

whatever. smoke another bowl of chill out or something, down a bottle of wine, knock back some mojitos, tear up some shrooms, pop some pills. whatever floats yer boat. and keep in posting more assinine, vague shit. wheee. how fucking fun. blogging is so cool like that. i can drop in and say stupid shit, hard to distinguish me from a spam bot, and wow: we have said something deep and meaningful.

translation: i was at work, blowing off time on my employer’s dime (expropriate the expropriator!) and i thought i’d blow of some meaningless piece of shit as my act of human interaction for the day and call myself a blogger.

i was telling the blogger at work today what a fucked up world blogging is. i was telling him about amber’s comments about some run ins she’s had with business bloggers.

the guy, the blogger at work, cracks me up. he runs around bragging about how many twitter followers he has for the company’s blog.

I can’t believe it, he said. I didn’t have to promote it at all and all of a sudden dozens of ppl were following

i fucking rolled my eyes.

fucking bonehead.

i said yeah, like that guy following you who’s babbling on and on about real estate investment schemes. i’ll just bet he’s hanging on your every word.

company blogger then says that, yeah, there’s all these business bloggers with a line to sell out there following everyone else’s twitter, just so they can get noticed and get others to follow their twitter.

i smirked.

yeah nimrod. that is why having 1200 twitter folllowers means jack shit!

jesus aych christ!

we then get in a discussion where i point out that the traditional msm *rolls eyes* has its virtues and downsides and how the blogging world has its virtues and downsides. i said that i refused to jump on the band wagon where there was something about blogging that was so great that it coule move beyond the MSM.

he says, so what, you’re a relativist. everything is relative. is that what you are saying?

oh stick forks in my eyeballs and knives in my ears! i asked, wtf does relativism have to do with anything?

i’m telling you, there’s nothing about blogging that is such a great advance over the msm. there are some advantages, but they come with disadvantages. same thing with the msm.

with blogging: there’s so much of it, how do you wade through the cacophony. through it all, a hierarchy with emerge and filters will happen, filters which you have little control over, just like you have little control over editors at the MSM.

but it gives you choice, he says. you can listen to bloggers or not. choice. freedom. that’s what it’s all about. (because apparently, you have no choice with the MSM right?)

whee.

did I not say I was in a mood?

heh. also in that convo, he’s talking about journalism. i pointedly said, well yeah, that’s journalism. what you’re doing isn’t journalism: it’s marketing, branding, pr.

it’s not journalism.

i found another way to repeat that. now, he was an english major and i know he knows exactly what i mean. and i know he knows that he couldn’t possibly claim that he’s a journalist.

and so he had to say it and agree — that what he does is pr, marketing, branding.

of course, if he wasn’t such a freakin pinhead, he could point out that 90% of what we call “journalism” is actually pr — by which i mean that the articles in a paper are actually composed from press releases. (I’ve forgotten the exact percentage, but it’s high, of articles that are actually composed from press releases. i read the study a couple of years ago…)

but what was funny, to me, is that he really really wants to call himself a blogger and therefore adorn himself with a kind of journalism label. blogging as the up and coming journalism, and since he’s a blogger, then… it’s journalism. or, at least, he can try to get it to rub off on him.

and you could see him grimace when i refused to let him fly around on his fantasy like he’d ride the 50cent mechanical horse in front of Kmart.

like i said: i was in a mood. still am.

nighty night.