Creamboy was the initial winner of my dinner competition, the judges declared it so, I would have picked a different entry myself. I phoned Creamboy and after some discussion he decided that he would graciously allow the runner up to attend the dinner because Creamboy is a vegan and the menu did not cater for vegans. I had (and still have) no problem with this.
I left this information out of the announcement because I am The Captain of My Blog, sorry, I just like saying that. Several people commented and it seems that Creamboy has taken these comments as personal criticism which in my opinion is ridiculous for several reasons:
I left this information out of the announcement because I am The Captain of My Blog, sorry, I just like saying that. Several people commented and it seems that Creamboy has taken these comments as personal criticism which in my opinion is ridiculous for several reasons:
- People did not know who they were commenting about,
- People did not know exactly why the offer of dinner was declined,
- I was clearly not angry or in any way discombobulated about it.
Comments
Creamyboy's reason for declining dinner seems entirely reasonable, and all is explained re: dinner competition post. Still, there's nothing at all offensive about the comments in same post. Only one or two mildly critical comments, that's all.
On the scale of Great Blog Stoushes, it hardly rates.
*Stomps off muttering like the old blogospheric codger that he is*
I would also like to add that I originally intended not to enter the competition because I am vegan, but was asked specifically to and so thought it impolite to decline. And that in deferring to the runner up, I thought they would enjoy the full unrestricted menu more than I would be able to.
Here is my reconciliatory gift: clicketty-click.
xo Rups
I agree with Tim. Nothing in it. Cam overreacted and apologised.
Oh, that fence feels good.
(wolfish grin)
I might do just that right now.
My fucking phone will not fucking download my fucking photos. I hate my fucking phone. I hate it.
(wolfish grin)
Why does no one care about this incredibly important disaster?
I hate it when my teasing backfires. I HATEHATEHATEHATE IT! ARRRGH!
Ok. I've had my turn now. Goodnight.
(wolfish sleepy purr)
Goodnight.
(wolfish snore)
(amused snort)
Disaster sounds bad. It would sound bader if I could remember what it was. It would sound baderer if I wasn't about to fall asleep.
To do list: grow extremely thick skin and/or shell like tortoise. Preferably like that massive ugly tortoise from The Neverending Story. It's name was Morla, I think?