How Charming

Scott of The Days and Nights of...Me! (and my Dog) alerted me to the fact that someone calling him- or herself Diane Patterson, author of Why Web Journals Suck, had signed in his guestbook with the following extraordinarily charming response:

Yours is a prime example of why the majority of web journals suck. Thank you to my friend who pointed this out to me. I will be sure to use you as an example the next time I update. And I hope that braincell-squashed girl-wonder of yours got over her hissy fit by now. Tantrums are so mature...

I was glad that Scott could tell (or was pretty sure) that I hadn't left this.

For one thing, this comment is a piece of sucky writing, and I am a firm believer in trashing someone thoroughly, not lamely, as in my Reply to Todd Napolitano. I don't insult someone, and certainly not like this.

For another thing, I have NEVER signed in a guestbook in my life. No, wait--I think I signed on the Alan Rickman Fan Page about two years ago. But I don't have a guestbook and I don't sign in them. If I have something to say about someone's journal, I am honorable and either a)say it to their face or b)say nothing at all.

(And, for the record, I think Scott's journal is just fine.)

This "writer" whose taken my name--and I think I know who it is--is an asshole.

If you have received a less-than-charming guestbook entry from me recently, feel free to delete it. But please let me know where I've reportedly been.

Lies, Damn Lies, and Statistics

Ran 1.5 miles yesterday.

Ran 2 miles with Tiffany on Saturday. I didn't do so well. She corrected my form and I got so confused I could barely put one foot in front of another.