I've started to write two different posts about people saying things I disagree with, and ultimately decided I'm sick of playing this role. I wrote a response to Darren Barefoot's complete failure of vision and imagination (as well as most of his commentors), but I chose not to publish it. How many times can I say the same thing over and over again? Bloggers who think that only the communication written down into ASCII text is of value are rapidly rising up my list of the most tedious fuckwits in the known universe. My day is full of entertainment and edification in a wide variety of media - written, video, audio. Do all those audio-hating bloggers dislike poetry perfomances and author readings because you can't skim them as fast as the book? Yaaaaaawn, next.

Then I wrote a response to Barry Dobyn's earnest but flawed piece on podcasting as an echo chamber but again I trashed it. It's too beautiful a day to be negative, and my enthusiasm for both pieces has been inverse proportional to the amount of sunshine coming in through my window. Besides, both of the above have already been addressed, the former by Mike Dunn, the latter by Georgia Popplewell.

Instead, I've got new episodes of both Dr. Floyd and Claybourne to listen to. Too bad the two together are only nine minutes long. I'll concentrate on what's right today, rather than what's wrong. For once I'm going to light a candle rather than curse the dorks.