Priorities
Friends, Gerbils, Fellow travelers…
As you know, I have been pretty scarce around here. I pop in and keep the place running, but haven’t really been around much. Partly because I have been ill, but also partly because I have a lot of things on my plate. I deeply regret that TSW hasn’t risen up the list of priorities enough for me to hang out and be a part of this great community.
While TSW is still on the list of priorities, something that hasn’t seen that list in a real long time has popped up and intruded on my time.
Deborah Frisch. (There, I said it.)
Truth be told, I haven’t really thought about Miss Frisch in a very long time. I suppose I could go back in the archives and look up when I last posted about her, but that would take way more effort than it is worth. She dropped off my list of priorities so long ago that it was a shock to the system to see her again. As far as I am concerned, the mission of DHD was long ago completed. She is as unemployable as ever and best of all its because of her own decisions and actions.
I got 2 emails from “Coyote Mind”, one short and to the point and one with abusive language. It seems someone has been sending Miss Frisch some text messages that she doesn’t like. She’s running down the list of enemies, I guess.
Simple enough, just delete and forget it. Right?
Then I went to check my personal blog and I find this lovely piece of prose:
Dear sinner who [gouda] an epileptic and has a five year old female spawn and is a gamer in Schaumsberg, Ill-annoy:Please stop sending me death threats via anonymous text message to 541 520 2929.
Thanks
My response was to LOL, and IRL too!
First of all, my dear Miss Frisch, my wonderful and beautiful daughter is 8 years old now. I know you probably spent 3 of the last 4 years in such a stupor that time no longer has meaning to you, but jeeze, get a calendar.
Second, my lovely wife has been seizure free for almost 2 years since surgery. Life is good.
Third, why would you think that I would take the time of day to even think of you? I would never spend precious time and money to send you anything. Howard Roark said it best in “The Fountainhead”:
Toohey: Why don’t you tell me what you think of me, Mr. Roark?
Roark: But I don’t think of you.
You see, unlike you, I have stuff to do, people to meet and work to accomplish. Real people, not figments of my imagination. Real, productive work, for which not only am I rewarded financially, I also earn the increased respect of my colleagues.
Normally, I wouldn’t spend even the minimal effort required to refute and displease the good Doctor, but it appears that I am not the only one getting harassed by this piece of human flotsam, That is really too bad because I would prefer to be the shield for the rest of the community.
Gerbil Chell posted to her blog a very nice piece that echos my feelings very nicely:
Dear Deb,
I have not even thought of you, let alone taken precious time to contact you. Put the bottle down and go back to being a distant memory. I prefer the shape of things in the here and now.
This sums up exactly how I feel about it, but then again there is an old Gerbil Saying that is even more on point:
