Shoot yourself in the groin while standing up.

Comment moderation bites.

Especially if you're a former geek whose
visage of a hard core geek has all but faltered
into that of a sit-around-the-table-and-fool-noobs
sort of geek.


Which was the reason for the dearth in comments,
of late. I had unwittingly enabled comments moderation
without knowing how to work through the whole thang.

Which left me reminisce of a damn fool shooting at his
scrotum with a BB gun, whilst complaining to the doctor,
of a stinging pain in his balls.

Or some sort of innuendo filled metaphor like that.

I turned off comment moderation and have replied
to all the comments, anyway. Go read, if you're
interested in finding out how much interest I have
in you by gauging the interest level in which I've replied
to the comments of you oh, so interesting people. Assonance,
interesting how such an interesting way of transforming prose
will be met with disdain by the community who're by far
and large too damn interesting to be irritated by such a
wondrous form of communication.

Interesting, it'll have to be something I'll ruminate on.


Right after I conquer the mountain of books that I've procured
in an attempt to raise my standards of the noble English Language
and become that guy at the centrepiece of the conversation,
who can rattle off pointless and meaningless facts that'll
no doubt still impress the pants out of impressionable fools,
namely, you, you and you.

Untill then, I'll be brushing up on my old world
chivalry with,
Geoffroi De Charny-A Knights Own Book Of Chivalry.
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PS: I've replied to my comments already.