I told Bobby at lunch today that I have pretty much popped my "getting flamed" cherry. No one likes getting flamed, wuss or no wuss. But hey, its bound to happen. The strange thing about it is that I feel it has validated my existence in the blogosphere. Sure I've been blogging for a couple of years, but no one has tested my point of view before. And I have always been a firm believer that your opinions are valid only when they are tested. Which is why I choose to accept comments on my blog.
I choose too, to delete parts I find offensive. But all comments are welcomed. However, or wherever, they are coming from.
Last night while looking for an appropriate picture for a post, I came upon this swell website by Mr. Mike Reed called Flame Warriors that features caricatures of the different species of Flame Warriors in the blogosphere. Bobby and I laughed ourselves silly looking through all them and eventually I asked myself, "Now which Flame Warrior am I?"
I want to be a Kung Fu Master and be able to crush opponents with devastating blows, but deep down I know I am an Eagle Scout, without any discernible killer instinct.
Eagle Scout cartoon snagged from here.
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