Every few weeks -- or even days -- Fatty Mariner has a rage fit over what I write *in rebuttal to what he writes*. I wouldn't bother to write about the cranky old rust-bucket if he hadn't started -- outrageously -- taking offense because I said it was Uncanny Valley when he made his robot more human -- mainly because he isn't really -- human, that is.
To be sure, we're told that he suffers from Aspberger's, but what, that's a license to be an asshole? Not in my book.
Clearly, Fats is going through stressful times as his scale pointer is climbing up and he isn't making those long 8-mile hikes -- and a good thing, as in this heat, he could wind up a statistic, and that would be stupid. But, seriously...*me* obsessed about his health?! Um, no -- he's obsessed, and telling us every blow-by-blow account of every half-pound and mile of sweat and burrito passed up -- it's a traffic wreck, and mainly I don't watch.
Now, many of you know that Fatty Crap Mariner is the brother of Beth Odets. Beth herself often seems to effect a kind of philosophical shrug about her bro -- probably she got used to him being an asshole in the sandbox at the age of four. You would think, that with his own sister facing an awful brain surgery -- for the second time -- he would be saying something coherent and sympathetic. I guess that's where the Aspberger's kicks in?
Instead, he's writing his usual angry, malicious and vicious screed against me. And sorry, Aspberger's or no, sister with brain surgery or no, when you do that to me, I fight back hard, and I get out my dukes and I punch.
And I do this because I think we need a civilized life in Second Life, and we need norms and standards and morals.
So when his grasping user of an ex-girlfriend Eshi desides to hold a fund-raiser for the suffering Beth and -- gosh, go the whole, um, half-mile and give half of her discounted proceeds from a widely-advertised-by-Hamlet dress sale, I cry foul.
I cry foul because Beth's friends and admirers and supporters raised US $13,000 real dollars -- and they didn't raise that from Eshi's methodology. They raised it from people who gave ALL their tips at rock concerts or ALL their proceeds from their dress sales like Ann Otoole or simply a tip of what they could afford, like me, which was symbolic and I take no shame in it. What's important isn't the amount; what's important is the principle of the thing. When your best friend -- supposedly -- has a need like this, you don't have your own hand out scooping up 50 percent of the proceeds. Imagine if I said "half price off rentals, donate for Beth" -- I'd be pilloried. I wouldn't live with myself with the sleaziness of that. So why is Eshi any different? She isn't. Seriously. It's about morality. And it's about standing up for it. If you don't do that, people behave like pigs.
So now, for some answers to the rest of his rant:
Blech. Let her do 8 mile hikes in the heat. (I've got a coat and fur hat I can lend her.)
Um, no? Not in this heat? Or ever? You don't lose wait by killing yourself and suffering and over-stressing, you lose it by having a normal diet and a normal life. If you can't lose weight by cutting carbs and walking normally for an hour and living on something a little more healthy than yoghurt and carrots and diet ice-tea, then perhaps you require the medications you believe you can shed.
You know, with all her shrieking out one side of her beak and cooing out the other over my sister's fundraiser, I'm thinking there needs to be a fundraiser so that she can get brain surgery.
(What does a ball-peen hammer cost at Home Depot these days? Or, failing that fund-raising goal, can she just pick a wall and bash her head against it a few thousand times?)
Um, well, as I said, I insist on morality and ethical standards. Sticking your grasping paw out to grab hundreds of dollars off the effort of raising money for someone in need is not only immoral, it's just in bad taste. The sort of taste that Eshi demonstrably never had. So rather than violence of the most disgusting and malicious sort directed at me, and a big fat pass to the immoral Eshi, think again. Violence of this ugly sort is never justified -- ever. It's disgusting. And my critique of Eshi was valid -- and SOMEBODY had to say it. And thank God most other bloggers outside of Hamlet didn't give Eshi the ink to get her more sales, but gave directly to either Beth herself of musicians turning the whole proceeds over or to the brain tip jar. Look, when the community raises money, there has to be accountability, even if it is the sister of a famous blogger like Fatty with big Klout and Empire Avenue real estate and Twitter followers on two or three or who knows how many accounts. You have to point out where some people are unethical. That just has to be done. The free press is always needed to fight corruption. Frankly, I'd say the same thing for people with their hand out to publicize their do-gooding for the Japanese tsunami victims with a "50 percent of the proceeds" kind of loss-leader crap. Truly, it's wrong.
Wah wah wah there should be a music blog. Oh give me a fucking break already, you jackass. Maybe if she spent less time attacking folks she's jealous of and more time writing about the music she claims she enjoys, she'd become the music blog she's pining for?
Oh, fuck you, you nasty old cranky douche bag. I am absolutely right to point out there should be a music blog. It would be a good thing. Someone might do it. And many praised the idea and my treatment of it, in fact. And it's find to open up the discussion, because live music isn't a subject owned by your mouldy fat ass, you know, fuck face? Seriously, it is not. I don't myself have any pretentions or desires of starting a music blog. I don't have the time and I'm not a music appreciation sort. I blog or send pictures up sometimes when I find something enjoyable. Somebody else with a better understanding of music in general and the SL scene would need to do it. My job is to point out the obvious: how awful a lot of it is, and who the failure to admit this is part of what doesn't let the good stuff surface.
And here's the amazing thing about Fatty Mariner. Every day, he writes these 100-word stories. Every day, he goes to concerts. Every day, he takes a picture of a musician with all the fancy camera work that his fancy graphic card enablers. And yet, like a spastic who can't put his hands together, he doesn't put all three of these things together in one thing called "a music blog". For months on end he bored us with his granulated telling of how he was making a tunes kiosk and putting it on, and ENDLESS bad blood and grievances about how nobody appreciated him. In the end, he took a fit because apparently somebody else horned in on his turf. But it was all stupid and he could have just let it stand and come back to update it later if he was burned out, and if he had any sense of life outside himself and curiosity about the world, he might put those three things together -- but his sheer nasty poisonous SPLEEN prevented him from doing that.
I've seen dozens. They come, they go... people write, they stop... they try, they get bogged down... they enjoy, they get tired of the fingerpointing and drama and egos... real life gets in the way (Beat Chicks Podcast, for instance)...
Dozens? Oh? I gotta wonder about. I never saw any -- not even that guy in the comments Zippity or whatever his name is -- and he may be made up (had you ever seen his blog?) I think a lot of the blame game is on the issue of the backup tracks, and if the blogger would simply be agnostic or at least charitable just on that score, he could accomplish a lot.
But in every way, shape, and fashion, by his daily venting of his toxic spleen, this *creep* stands in the way of what *could* be -- and even from him. So he has absolutely *nerve* complaining about *me* as I claim no knowledge or support or inclination about the music industry in SL -- and he does.
He then makes a nasty spleen-filled list of commentary -- making it seem like one person is involved in a perpetual "begathon" -- although he himself likely helped her beg. Like there's something wrong with a begathon when you play music and hope to make a living? And so on. Making it seem like a crime if someone has deep pockets and an SL hobby or groups their friends to pool the expenses. But that's how it will be done. Yet -- all of it needs media, and that means a music blog.
The one factor that's common throughout any not-unsuccessful music venue in Second Life is a love for the music, love for the musicians themselves, and a love for others who appreciate the music as well, warts and all.
It's a business. And the more people realize they are in a small business and market themselves, the better they will do -- all this love doesn't pay the bills. I happen to be on a mailing list of a local musician who plays her heart out constantly with her band in three states and multiple venues every week. She works HARD. And she constantly sends out emails and Myspaces and Twitters and whatever there is -- Facebook, too. Messages, pictures, tunes, clips, news about concerts -- it's endless. And she sits and does this *herself*. She doesn't have staff. And that's real life, where it is harder to travel to venues in three states and you need gas money! So what's your excuse, when all you do is teleport?
Which is why she's so stymied when it comes to looking for a "solution" to "the problem."
Um, I'm not stymied, asshole. I identified the issue, I wrote about it critically, and that's what is necessary. Someone else may pick up the ball; or not.
Even when she acknowledges the fundraising effort for Beth, it's an attack on Eshi (who is a friend of Beths, from even before SLCC 2008), an attack on me, an attack on people sharing and working together through technology without ego as a form of "technocommunism" or an attack on someone.
I've already explained what a user Eshi is, and I don't care if she is a "friend before SLCC" -- and it's simply FALSE to claim that I called people sharing and working together as "technocommunism". Instead, some birdbrain in the comments called this "socialism," and I said "No, voluntary help in keeping with the precepts of the world's religions is hardly socialism".
Always attacking, always looking for an opportunity to strike, ever coiling, turning, fangs out...
She wouldn't know what love is if it bit... no, it wouldn't bite.
And that's all she understands.
How utterly fucking sad.
Oh yeah? Projection much? Fuck off, fat boy. Stop obsessing about me. Stop venting your spleen in the most obscene and stupid and violent way. I will not stop pushing back if you don't, but you really need to lose more than 200 pounds -- and that's *me*. Get over your fucking toxic obsession, get over your sadistic glee. Get a fucking life.