WebKittyn Warbles
Friday, March 23, 2007
Well, Duh
Dear Dumbass,
No. I did not read your last rambling missive. I had the basics given to me and it seems I didn't miss anything.
Are you insane? I mean that in the nicest way. Are you insane? I think you mistook us for the love-in down the hall. I should have listened from the start when warned about the "Blog Explosion groupies." Not that there's anything wrong with being listed, it's the rabid dogs that I refer to. And they're all women. Too many women.
My way or the highway. Well .... Duh. Hasn't that been clear from the start? First off, for the sake of accuracy - 'my way' translates to the voice of 4 people with my mouth doing the yapping. Again, allow me. Well, Duh. If you can't follow a few simple things you've always had the freedom to leave. Go. That's the door. Use it.
In defense, there really wasn't much 'my way.' Let us delve for a moment into the horrible things that caused you such duress.
**You had to use a certain format for posting in the blog. The horror. You never did anyway, I had to go clean up after you every time.
**Remembering to post in the blog once a week was too much for you, too hard. Get over it.
**I didn't show up to hear you but two others did who are awake at that hour anyway. Uh, yah. What does it matter if I'm there or not?
**You couldn't make your own rules for events! Oh, the humanity! You weren't allowed to plan all night events that cost extra for us and inflict rules on participants.
**You got called for putting yourself first, for using the place to further your blog following and need to be in charge. What?!?!? Promote the station first?!?!?
**You couldn't even save a file in the asked for format after six months but by then I had given up trying to get you to understand a Podomatic account is limited and there are other shows besides yours going in there.
There aren't many rules. You make yourself sound silly.
That's enough, I've grown weary of you.
I'm not here to be your friend (good Goddess, I sound like Mango there. I guess I see where he was coming from). I'm not here to hold your hand, spoon-feed you, make a life-long friend, support your need to expand your own world. You can be as clingy and kissy kissy as you want with the rest of the world, that shit makes me sick. I'm not here for friends, I didn't start the station to make friends.
Doesn't mean I'm not nice. I show up for the shows I'm at the computer for and don't expect people to be there for mine. I have my own friends online and offline who come to listen. New friends and people are always welcome and over time if it's meant to be a friendship it will be. Don't throw this fake woman thing at me that just because we're all together we should hold hands and chant.
I give time and air-space to people looking to do a radio show. As there is cost involved of over $200 a month and long-term hopes there are going to be rules. You want anarchy go install Shoutcast on your computer, play your songs and hope the RIAA doesn't get you. Eight rules aint much.
If you want love and a friend for life, get a puppy. Obviously you weren't listening when many times I clearly stated what matters is station over personal drama.
I left BE for a reason, I remember why. Ranty woman drama crap. It's up to you to get your own listeners. I've shared all of mine, I can't force them to listen to you. If your own blog readers aren't listening to you and no one outside of your little cadre of cliquemeisters is listening did it ever occur to you it just might be you?
Just go away. Stop emailing owners, stop talking crap, just be quiet. Go on with your life like the past 6 months never happened, that's what we're doing here.
There's a house. Go haunt it.
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Neat
on 03/23 at 08:58 PM
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