Put down the poker and nobody gets hurt.
I confess that, in these days of blogroll amnesty, I worry how much longer I’ll be able to claim a spot on the rolls of both the Valve and the Weblog. (Have neither of them noticed how far behind I’ve fallen in the reading? Even the title’s secondhand!) —Ah, well. I can just go cue up “Sailing Day” again, and if that doesn’t do the trick, there’s always another fight elsewhere.
First Molly, now this “And as for you, well, you will always have a resort when you are at your wit’s end”
Looks like the same old seven-year-old fight to me, helmed by the same asshats as ever. Remind me again, why a temper tantrum by idiots in a gilded veal pen should be any more likely to wrench an “apology” from me than it was the first 4,673,999 times ? Seven years later, they have still learned nothing, and still have my open invitation to go fuck themselves.
Happy V-Day.
— ms_xeno Feb 13, 08:37 PM #