What happened to the missing blog?

Cate is back from her latest trip and we are all mightily pleased to see her. Well – the cats have not shown much interest but you know what they are like.

With cats you can be gone for a months and they will feign indifference upon your return and not come near you for days.

So I have been getting some emails about a blog that came and went on Saturday.

We had one of those Goat things on the weekend when out of the blue I was subjected to an attack by a ferocious blogger from wilds of France. It started off with him leaving comments on Merisi’s blog asking why she had watermarks on her photos. The comment was:

Your Viennese rose is esthetically pleasant (although a little wilted on the edges of the petals), in a similar to your urban linden trees. These splendid vegetal creatures are better appreciated in a setting such as Gamone… where there are no annoying (insulting, money-evoking) copyright watermarks on my photos.

He then sent that comment and another couple of emails to me and in the process I was called a ‘little nothing…… talking fake shit to fake folk.’ I am apparently a ‘little nothing’ because I have a copyright clause on the bottom of my site - but this is pointless because I am devoid of talent and have nothing to protect.

I thought that the emails were so creatively, gratuitously and hilariously, venomously offensive that they deserved publication – so I did this. But being as dopey as I am I forgot to turn off comments and then went out shopping to see if I could buy some talent.

My fake friends came to my defense and were then attacked by my real enemy. It all got a bit nasty so I deleted the blog. But there is always a trail somewhere – and keen eyed readers were anxious to know the story.

Well – you cannot read the emails until the book comes out. But believe me they are worth paying for – he is a wonderfully creative insulter. (See – I do have something to protect.)

And no – I have no idea why he did this except that he apparently finds me so offensive that he needs to let me know – and I guess Saturday is as a good as any other day to do that.

 

Incidentally – on his blog he refers to his venomous and spiteful attacks as:

 “it was also a fine day to say that "enough's enough" to certain would-be international Internet friends whose pretentious dullness was starting to bore me. They may not have understood what I was trying to say (they certainly don't), but I feel liberated.”

Me? I would have just stopped reading their blogs rather than sending frighteningly offensive emails – but still – who can say what’s in the mind of a old man who lives in the mountains of France with only dogs and donkeys for company.

And enough’s enough of what? WTF does that mean? Do our blogs creep of his iMac at night and bite him on his ancient wrinkly nuts?

On a happy note – as I mentioned in the banished blog – there is a mother duck with 6 very small babies in Stadtpark. Nature at it’s finest.