Fuckwits? I rather think not

Creamboy was the initial winner of my dinner competition, the judges declared it so, I would have picked a different entry myself. I phoned Creamboy and after some discussion he decided that he would graciously allow the runner up to attend the dinner because Creamboy is a vegan and the menu did not cater for vegans. I had (and still have) no problem with this.

I left this information out of the announcement because I am The Captain of My Blog, sorry, I just like saying that. Several people commented and it seems that Creamboy has taken these comments as personal criticism which in my opinion is ridiculous for several reasons:
  1. People did not know who they were commenting about,
  2. People did not know exactly why the offer of dinner was declined,
  3. I was clearly not angry or in any way discombobulated about it.
Come on now Creamboy, don't be a brat.

Comments

TimT said…
Ah, the pseudo-anonymity of the internet wounds another ego!

Creamyboy's reason for declining dinner seems entirely reasonable, and all is explained re: dinner competition post. Still, there's nothing at all offensive about the comments in same post. Only one or two mildly critical comments, that's all.

On the scale of Great Blog Stoushes, it hardly rates.

*Stomps off muttering like the old blogospheric codger that he is*
DS said…
Is all very odd. I am fairly certain that Creamboy is not a fuckwit.
Anonymous said…
Alright, I have been on the defensive a little lately. I apologise. It just seemed unfair that not all the information was there and that people were jumping to conclusions.

I would also like to add that I originally intended not to enter the competition because I am vegan, but was asked specifically to and so thought it impolite to decline. And that in deferring to the runner up, I thought they would enjoy the full unrestricted menu more than I would be able to.

Here is my reconciliatory gift: clicketty-click.
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DS said…
Michael Bolton! Oh dear.
Anonymous said…
It's a classic Internet misunderstanding loads of us make in this world of Blogging, I'll take a doggy bag though, when your down here in Melbs Dale.

xo Rups
DS said…
Ah Rups, unfortunately I have not yet set a date for the dinner. It will most certainly have to be when I get back from Melbs. I'd be happy to bring a paper bag to the pub and pop your beer in it though. Maybe I'll float a foil swan in the top.
Shelley said…
Does anyone else wonder how Tim is going to remove the fence from his arse..?
Anonymous said…
This seems hardly a matter for taking sides and digging trenches, nailpolishblues.

I agree with Tim. Nothing in it. Cam overreacted and apologised.

Oh, that fence feels good.

(wolfish grin)
Shelley said…
I'm doing neither - I'm simply teasing Tim. I couldn't care less about the whole matter.
DS said…
I agree with Mr Anonymous and of course I should say apology happily accepted. Everyone is entitled to overreact once in a while.

I might do just that right now.
My fucking phone will not fucking download my fucking photos. I hate my fucking phone. I hate it.
NWJR said…
I'm glad I'm an omnivore. It makes dinner planning much easier.
DS said…
I wish I could eat cheese. I would eat only cheese and sometimes milkshakes and then things with milk in them.
Anonymous said…
Not to worry. I'm simply teasing you...

(wolfish grin)
DS said…
I would just like to take this opportunity to say GAAAAAAH! Still can not make phone and computer talk happily to each other. Fucking phone.
Why does no one care about this incredibly important disaster?
Anonymous said…
That last comment wasn't supposed to look like such a non sequitur. Damn. Where'd all those dairy based posts come from?

I hate it when my teasing backfires. I HATEHATEHATEHATE IT! ARRRGH!

Ok. I've had my turn now. Goodnight.

(wolfish sleepy purr)
Anonymous said…
Oh. What I meant to say was I care very deeply about said disaster.

Goodnight.

(wolfish snore)
DS said…
Wolfish snore?
(amused snort)
Shelley said…
Oh, so that's what it feels like...?

Disaster sounds bad. It would sound bader if I could remember what it was. It would sound baderer if I wasn't about to fall asleep.
TimT said…
Fence firmly wedged, I'm afraid Nails. The best I can hope for now is to decorate said fence with attractive galingales and fringes of ivy, put in a few gates so that passersby can visit either side, and make the best of it.
DS said…
Daisies look fetching with fences, depending on fence type. I am rather fond of pink federation daisies and white picket fences. Don't tell anyone.
Dan said…
I would love to read the comments here, but I keep getting distracted by the Slamma lips!
DS said…
Dan don't be creepy.
Anonymous said…
Good lord. This is the 24th comment. I do try ever so hard not to overreact, but sometimes I see red and my fingers do the walking.

To do list: grow extremely thick skin and/or shell like tortoise. Preferably like that massive ugly tortoise from The Neverending Story. It's name was Morla, I think?
DS said…
Perhaps you could paint your shell an attractive colour or would you consider a wallpaper? Flocked might be nice.
cath said…
Morla was cool but always had a cold if you remember. You could get certain thrills from sneezing on pretty young boys and horses I guess...