It's All About Me
by Scott Hardie on December 27, 2006
I regret if my rantings around this site have come across either whiny, as I coped with illnesses and a busy schedule, or hypocritical, as I griped about Christmas cheer while still participating in the holiday. I don't regret if they came across as self-centered.
Three Replies to It's All About Me
Amy Austin | December 31, 2006
Hear, hear!
(Though, I did reply in another post with a question on why some of these things aren't started as discussions in TC... particularly, the news items. It makes perfect sense to me for a blog to be about yourself and your personal life -- perhaps eradicating the TC category of "Life"? -- but other events seem to ask to be on the forum. Oh, well... what the hell do I know about it.)
Scott Hardie | January 5, 2007
Good point, Amy. I struggled over whether to include the Hussein hanging item just now in TC, since people will probably want to discuss the subject there. But the thing I want to say about it is the only thing I want to say about it, and it's such a personal statement that it doesn't seem to be part of a group statement.
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