“Tim” apparently has nothing better to do with his life than to sit on the internet all day and look at people’s personal blogs. He might just as well start spending time on the baby blogs or, to get a bit retro, to spend time blasting the family photo albums of random strangers. If your blog had an agenda (radical or conservative politics, religious, or otherwise) by which you were holding yourself out as representing more than just you, then I might understand your being a lightning rod for “reviews” from people who might wish to hold your agenda to account. But it’s not, and this guy is a complete wanker.

Tim: “Benjamin & Sarah’s Baby Blog is one of those blogs that disgusts me simply because of its…incredibly trite writing style, lack of detail, poor use of pics and worst of all its ‘nutless’ ability to actually say what it really means when it comes to baby spit-ups, poopy diapers and quality onesies. And, as a card-carrying NAMBLA member, I think it is unfair that there aren’t more bathing photos.”

Tim writes: “Why doesn’t the Taipei Kid have the balls to say Carnegies, where he hangs out obviously if he’s a witness, and if you’ve ever been there have you ever seen and innocent female in the place?”

Translation: Carnegies is my favorite bar in the world — it’s where I pick up dirty women I pay for sex, usually by throwing money on their crying, shuddering, bruised bodies after I’ve had my way with them in alleys where I’ve followed them. After all, there are no “innocent” women there — just the sort of whores my mommy warned me about.

Tim: “There is no way in hell that all the dumplings in Taiwan taste the same! I pity the people who skip the Din Tai Fung experience thanks to his pointless ramblings.”

Translation: Despite the thousands of former DinTaiFung employees circulating through local restaurants making some excellent dumplings, I am going to stick by what my tourist guidebook tells me. I don’t like to experiment with new restaurants EVER and expect all local blogs to parrot my view or else face the sort of consequences usually reserved for the painted-lady cunts I like to beat into submission on Friday nights.

I think I did pretty well on that bit of translation. I guess my prayers to St. Jerome have finally come true!

Actually, no, I don’t. One blogger dissing another blogger seems just accents the pointlessness of the whole thing (as is commenting on the subject).

Thanks for coming to the show last night; always good to catch up.