Ah, the dangers of the written word. What you write is indelibly preserved in a forum which is infinitely harder to revoke or alter than what you say. And the danger of being removed from the audience of that word is immense and lends itself to the tendancy towards superlative.
Do I think that the Yellow Jacket sucked last year? Definitely. Was it the worst writing that I'd ever seen? Probabaly not. Did I spout off a bit too much at it? Possibly. And are those words now perserved in an electronic format for anyone to see and be hurt by? That's the danger of writing right
there.
Did I mean what I said? Hell yes. Could I have said it more tactfully? Probably. But right now I'm not sure if I care. Should I? Probably. Therein lies the joy of having a two-inch piece of blackened string comprise your soul...
Posted by Vengeful Cynic at May 9, 2003 02:12 AM