Diary of an up and coming sociopath

If you’ll excuse the indulgence of metablogging, I’d like to talk about the previous post. If you don’t like it when bloggers talk about blogging, skip this entry, and likewise if you don’t like it when people ramble on about ideas in an attempt to focus them in their own mind, don’t read it either, because this is definitely one of my more meandering entries, and coming from me, that means a lot.

I got quite an odd reaction to that last post. No comments, when I’ve been relatively brimming with them in previous weeks, and yet an unprecedented number of people spoke directly to me in order to tell me they thought it was good, smashing previous records of congratulation. Not only that, but noticing some odd statistics in the webstats, I found that several people had reposted the stuff on some other sites. That kind of thing annoys some site owners, but I’m not bothered really, I don’t care who takes what from here and reposts it. I’d prefer to be identified as the author (in most cases) but then, as I saw with the Muse post last year, bringing lots of people here for any reason seems to be a bad idea. Besides which, stealing things off the internet is practically what I do best, and it’d be hypocritical to go around trying to maintain tangible rights over stuff I’ve put on there myself. I don’t care, who puts it where and whether they have my name with it. As long as I know I wrote it, that’s enough for me. In fact, all the better if people found it good enough to share. The other sticking point tends to be bandwidth, and I’ve got plenty of that to spare, so why not?

Of course where my Muse album “review” subjected me to around a month of abuse from rabid fans of the prog rockers past their prime, in this case it’s met with a more polarised reaction. Some people are coming directly to me in order to say how great it is, other people like it so much they’re putting it about on messageboards for other people to read. Then there’s another group of people who seem to have missed the point that it was a joke, or not found the joke especially funny. One forum goer said “the last three pictures are the same, but different colour…?” when it’s quite plain to see that the last FOUR are the same, and that yes, that was kind of the point. Some people accused me of ignorance, some people accused me of genius, and all in all I’m kind of relieved that, for a change, the inarticulate and downright insulting comments aren’t anywhere near me. A different forum to before described the post as being willfully ignorant of the scientific value of intrasolar exploration, to which I can only say…well, yes, it was. The whole joke, such that it was, kind of hinges on me focussing on the aesthetic value rather than the scientific value. I accept some people might not find it funny, the nature of telling a joke is that some people won’t get it, but it’s the adjectives like “pathetic” and “uneducated” that I find most bemusing. I seem to have actively offended some people by taking the piss out of a bunch of remote rocks.

With that in mind, I’m kind of in two minds about whether to request people reposting stuff (which has happened with quite a reasonable frequency) to identify me as the author and give me a link. On the one hand, I don’t want to deal with morons because, while it’s fun, it always involves me insulting their spelling and them sending accusations of homosexuality, but on the second and final hand, why do I write this stuff in a public place if not for other people to read? It’s primarily for me, but secondarily, it’s for my legions of fans, and the more of those I have the stronger I become, and the easier it’ll be to convince everyone to cast of the shackles of the martian overlords and rise up against local government in an orgy of chaos and destruction that sweeps clean the old ways and brings about a new order. Which I believe is what all this is wokring to, I haven’t quite figured the logistics out on paper yet.

Wait. Where was I again? Ah, sod it, that’ll do. Let’s just hope this isn’t taken as an invitation for people to begin leaving grammatically challenged insults.