Man oh fucking man, are people annoying the piss out of me or what today.

I’m irrationally wounded by foolishness over here. Clearly, I can write shit to death, and for better or worse, the sentences can be long and use more than single syllable words. Once again, an anoymous detractor from my greatness felt it necessary to point that out.

Once upon a time, there was a guy, some would call a psychopath, who contributed to that bulletin board, and who would harp on my long-windedness or pedantry. The thing is, though, as fucking harsh as he was, he did it with finesse, and he was often laugh-out-loud-even-though-you’re-reading-a-stupid-website funny. He was pretty ecumenical in his skewering, so no matter what he wrote that was intended personally, it ultimately didn’t cut me fatally. He did it to a lot of people. He’s since been banned for both his psychosis and more political reasons.

Now, what’s left is imitators who fall back on the old insults without the undeniable funny, while hiding behind a fake identity. It’s synthesized down to formula, I write beyond some theoretical retard’s comprehension, ergo I’m boring. I am boring, ergo I am not funny. I am not funny, ergo I bring nothing to comedy and should stop (or perhaps die) and admit what a fucking loser I am.

And, right, I should be taking advice and killing myself or stoppng writing entirely, because some wanking fuckhead says so, anonymously. I mostly hate myself that I ever get goaded into trying to explain myself.

In an effort to self-medicate whatever twitch causes me to post at all, I asked the sys admin for the site to delete my identity from the bulletin board. To the Comedy Studio “Kvetchboard,” D-Rob is dead. Thank fucking Christ.

As I wasted energy on that sink hole of pointless despair, I also let myself get aggravated a little closer to the real world. After months of committing to help a company with a weblogging project, I was finally given access to install some software myself on a test site (and thus end an inexplicable, yet massive, delay in installing something, anything).

Now, the guy who was theoretically going to help me set it up, is insisting on testing it to make sure I did it right. OK, testing is good, I guess. But, he seems to have spent a little energy today in insisting stuff was broken only because he doesn’t understand how it works. Frustrating all around (probably for him, as well).

Not sure how I’m supposed to handle the bit where the people in charge told me I was moderator and are looking for me to write, but he seems to think he should have the admin privileges, not me.

(He ended the convo with something about my having access to set stuff up, but how he will then change the passwords, etc. to close the access. Little tough to moderate or edit without access; maybe I could just type “nah unh” after everthing that should be moderated.)

I hope he was was only referring to overall website security. Still and all, though, not sure why he needed to challenge me about it.