Originally Posted by
hp94
"Honestly I could care less on what you think is useful and what is not."
Ummmm.... I could also care less on what he thinks. But I think you meant you couldn't care less, meaning you don't care at all. I care about everything people say about me, in person or on the internet. Anything you (The reader) says to me has an impact on me because I don't take it with stride. I stop and listen.
"and expect us to do better, then I pity you."
I expect us to do better, with each video that comes out. And btw, l2spellattheendhinthint. And pity? I respect that person behind the writing, even if he's 5, or 50, or if shes 5, or 50, or anyone in between or not. That writing, those words, didn't appear naturally or by magic, it was written by someone who had thoughts of feelings behind their actions.
"exploits to release to the public for free."
I thought reputation, Iago, was a currency oft got without merit and lost without deserving.
-William Shakespeare, Othello
I don't expect reputation points, I do, for some reason I can't explain, want them, and rent out my time/body on the internet streets for it. Maybe I'm compensating for something. Maybe I'm not. Where is the honesty in this statement? Anywhere? Everywhere? I don't provide answers to everything just mediums to get them - mediums of shorter, easier questions that can lead you to the end result you want.
I hope this post doesn't sound aggressive, or demeaning, to either of you. Because the point I'm trying to get across is not to be aggressive or demeaning to anyone. People are people too. And before you reply to this, remember, my writing, my words, didn't appear naturally or by magic. I'm a person sitting in front of a computer pressing keys, noticing the outline of the screen, the walls behind and to the side of me, the chair I'm sitting on, the desk the moniter, keyboard, and mouse are on, blinking and breathing, and writing these words with thoughts of feelings behind my actions, whatever they may be.
Edit:
Maybe I'm looking out a window at the trees swaying in an October wind.
Maybe I'm not.