Ahem…OK

After a few false starts, and an abrupt arrival at the conclusion that I don’t necessarily need to write a custom template for this site, I think I’ve got it pegged. Done screwing around with Movable Type, for this weekend at least.

The snow is over. We got somewhere in the neighborhood of two feet — basically all the storms we didn’t get in January, rolled into one. As far as this weekend goes, the snow and the Olympics were the biggest news, my UConn Huskies stomping hapless Seton Hall flat was hardly even newsworthy.

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Online, I was lightly amused by the incoherent pissfit that Gillmor threw at Stowe Boyd, apparently for having the audacity to part with blogger groupthink regarding RSS. One problem with the circle-jerk world of a-list bloggers and the brainless sycophants that eat their spew raw is the inevitable ego-bloating of those raised up on blog pedestals. I derive a disproportionate amount of pleasure whenever one of them does or says something extraordinarily stupid. I know I’m not alone in this, given the huge popularity of that other, largely semi-coherent blog that I contribute to.

This instance was funny, because Boyd (by far the most lucid and readable of the whole ’social media’ set) didn’t even say anything particularly provocative, by my measure. Gillmor, for his part, broke every rule of blog etiquette by jumping right to code-red sissy-boy slapfight mode, skipping right past the requisite ‘patronizing line-by-line dissection of the offending post’ stage and jumping right at the ol’ jugular. Faux pas.