So, the Poor Web 2.0 Fool post clearly upset some sensibilities: Eh said:
“stop using meaningless terms. you are an architecture astronaut. i hope you die.”
Firstly, bring it on. I really couldn’t give two rats if you disagree with me, abuse me, rip me a new anus. I Squash because it’s fun. I like to write. I like to debate. I like to float ideas and see where they go. I’ll say stupid things. I’ll suggest ridiculous concepts. I’ll commonly contradict myself from one day to the next. I’ll make a habit of writing they’re instead of their. Very likely in doing all this, I’ll regularly come across as a total, utter tosspot. But. I. Don’t. Care.
I find it remarkable how sensitive so many bloggers are. Are there really people out there who are so used to having people say nothing but nice things about them, that it so offends when someone thinks your a dick.
Quite frankly, I’m not here to be part of the “conversation”. People don’t invite me to polite dinner parties. I’m here to rip it up. So c’mon, engage me. Sock it to me. If we can’t beat each other around the head, from time-to-time then go ahead, dose me up on valium and call me an A-Lister. Let the show roll on…
(Oh, and the term “architecture astronauts” I believe refers to software hype mongerers and I’d defend myself to my dying breath that I don’t fit into that category. Oh, and if that point does come any time soon, don’t worry Eh you’re still welcome at the funeral).