Zander and his too-big-for-his-head ears. Adorable.
However, this isn't one of those feel good stories. And there is some questionable language involved. So God-fearing women and respectable types like our Miss Ginny should probably read no further. I've provided an adorable picture of the pup and I'll wish you a happy Friday. Heiko, Mr. H, JJJ, and B. - read on.
So for a while I had been active on one of those "self reliant" online forums - you know, like minded folks chat online about what they are doing down on the farm, share tips on how to garden, and occasionally get into virtual alterations about the price of tea in China or what not. It was fun, I learned a lot, and a met a lot of friends I am extremely happy to know.
But the mood of the forum started to change. And I realized I was spending a lot of time there - which really only helped someone else's business. Just in case you don't know, the owners of these kinds of websites make money off all your chatter. They get paid for each "page view" when readers are looking around. The advertisers pay "per click" - which is a great business and yay for them. But I woke up one day and realized that maybe I should concentrate on my own efforts instead of "working for free" for someone else.
And then a lot of weird stuff happened. Then the flimflam started. Pretty soon it was an all out hullabaloo, not to mention the fur was really flying. Then blah blah blah and yadda yadda yadda... I could go on and on. The long and short of it was that I chose to abide by the immortal words of my favorite uncle when he said, "They told me to f*ck off, so I did." I didn't necessarily go away mad. I just went away. Mostly laughing and proudly wearing my 35 demerit points on my sleeve.
And no, it doesn't matter which homestead/self reliant forum it was - so I'm not saying. And sure the Facebook basically works on the same ad-revenue generation principal - but I'm the only moderator there. Unlike. You know.. other places.
So mistakes were made, feelings were hurt, and I really don't think that trying to mend fences while you're drunk on turkey is the best policy. Was I on my best behavior in all of this? Nope. But instead of an honest attempt at reconciliation, the lowest blow came when I found out that The Management felt I had stirred up trouble by telling lies and fabrications. I did not tell these lies. I made no fabrications. Instead of asking me directly or extending a hand of peace "they" just believed the worst. So guess what?
Guess what? Puppy butt. Smell ya later, forum who shall remain nameless.
Puppy butt. And that is what I have to say and that is what you're gonna see as I saddle up my circus and ride on out of town. As one very smart friend said, "The interweb is a big place." And so it is.
Anyway. My point is, I joined the Facebook so I could stay in touch with my friends. And I hope I can "friend" you folks also. I already found a few blog-pals- Chai Chai, Sonja, and Dave - and look forward to finding more of you. The blog remains, of course and is still my central focus for the goings on around here. Of course this means that I'm gonna have to learn to use the Facebook.. maybe I'll ask the youngest neighbor kid how to run it, he'll know.
That's my story and I'm stickin' to it. We'll return to our regular programming next time. Until then, Happy Friday!