it's like meeting the real Santa. no, wait. I think I'm spelling that wrong.

[hth]

I used to think you had to volunteer to be belittled in Joe Mallozzi's blog, but apparently they're drafting people now.

You know, I really thought about engaging with him (if only to correct the clear misreading of the last quote he puts up there -- I hope it's obvious to all of you that I didn't mean you could ONLY care about people you'd met, only that you were BOUND to do so, while it's often a lot more hit-or-miss with strangers) -- and then I remembered that we're talking about Joe Mallozzi, and that the reason I don't communicate with him *to start with* is that I think he's an asshole who treats the fans foolish enough to play that game like dirt. That hasn't changed, so I can't see where commenting would do me much good.

But I thought I'd let y'all know I was being talked about over there. It's practically like being famous!

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I see I have succesfully insulated myself with my selective little f-list on lj. I do not run into this argument...at all, really. I guess I just wonder why he can't except that what he produces is campy fun, not literature. This is why I love people like Bruce Campbell and Sam Raimi so much. There's a certain pleasure in loving creators that have no illusions about what they produce.

I also realized that Joe Mallozzi fell victim to the first rule of wank. That is, addressing your response, not to the original poster or to the others discussing it, but to your own blog where your friends (or fans) will all support you. At least he didn't fall victim to the second, which IS USING ALL CAPS AND LOTS OF EXCLAMATION POINTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!