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Tonight's Vent-Hole Rant Meta: It Was Something I Said.
I suppose that what I'm about to say here would qualify as meta, so I've added a
meta tag just to be on the safe side. Nevertheless, I need to say this, and do it honestly.
I'm approaching my third year on this site. When I came here, I hadn't much to say because I suppose I was just finding my place. Once I became comfortable, I opened up more. And now I get the feeling that I say too much. I have a perception—perhaps false, but it is my perception—that people are less than enamored with what I say, because now I always have something to say about every damned thing in this place. That I might be annoying people, or pissing people off, or even worse, thread-jacking. That perception, whether true or false, bothers me.
That's why I'm going to start dialing it back. Save for my Wednesday overnight space here, I'll be more of a lurker than a commentator for the foreseeable future. Do not take that to mean that I'm quitting the place; I'm not. I'm just STFUing for a while. I'm still hosting this community diary on Wednesday nights; I enjoy it, it's fun to do, and a honor and responsibility that I take seriously—thanks for allowing me to do it.
Outside of that, however, I'm rarely going to be seen. I'll rec and tip, but won't post as much.
This had nothing to do with any of the recent Falme Wars or puritanical battles in this place; it is a personal judgment call that I've been thinking of making for about a week or so, and decided would be the best course of action. It's this weird sixth sense I have, where I can read people in a room and find the one or two people who can't stand my guts. I'm sensitive to criticism, whether stated or unstated, and if I get the sense that I might be annoying; that I am doing something wrong, needing to be corrected? I more than likely am, and I need to thus be corrected, or correct myself. Hence, this decision. Perhaps if I can be less of the voice in the room, I could give my words more of an effective punch.
Maybe I'm wrong about all this. And yet, I still have this feeling about it. A feeling that says maybe I tried too hard to be witty and chatty. Maybe I tried to be the focus of conversations that hadn't much to do with me. Maybe I said things in an angry streak, or something out of line that didn't take into consideration the feelings of others. Or maybe I'm just annoying, over-bearing, or bombastic.
Sorry about that. My bad. Maybe now, I can start doing better. Maybe by saying less, I can be better.
Mebbe. (with a nod to Man Oh Man.)
But enough about me. This here diary is about Craig Ferguson. And all of you.
Scheduled on tonight's show: Helena Bonham Carter from "Alice in Wonderland", and actor/comedian Sinbad, who will be appearing on "The Celebrity Apprentice" when the 2010 Winter Olympics have ceased hijacking NBC television.
Here are the Highlights:
The Intro:
Then the Monologue:
@CraigyFerg's Tweet of the Day, unedited:
Helena Bonham Carter during a commercial break. Girl is batshit crazy. I loved her
CatM wondered who this group was, so...here they are...Your Lips Your Lips. I don't know them, either.
And we end it here: