I have been given to understand that this site is boring, and that I merely
tick off insults and lob baseless accusations -- which you commingle with tangentially related song lyrics, feigned, world-weary indifference, and snippets of whatever book you've be [sic] reading that you think might impress your site visitors.
Yes, pointing out the uninflected copula means there's a serious spelling or grammar error coming up soon. It's how the universe maintains balance.
Well, no more of that sort of thing. From here on out, it's nothing but Buffy quotes, anime, manga, Sanrio and San-X characters, and talking about my Neopet (speaking of which, I earned 200 Neopoints for referrals. In your face, Jessica Linker!).
(Then again, she probably has seventy-quindrillion points, and her Neopet can kick mine's neglected ass, so perhaps I should refrain from doing the "We're Superior" dance. . .)
What? Nobody complained about that, so those topics must be ok, right?
Oh, and breast cancer and female genital mutilation, but I really don't have much to add on either subject. Despite a teenager dying of the latter in Sierra Leone on Monday.
Or does dismissing deaths count as "feigned, world-weary indifference"?
Best to ignore the issue altogether, like most people. Remind me to edit that reference out later.

Yawn.
From a previous comment, again quoted out of context: "You leave frequent, asinine comments on my site -- which is what I was referring to when I said you bore me (I don't read your site often enough to know whether what you write here bores me, though I can guess)."
Couldn't even get that right, could you?
You're a bum
You're a punk
You're an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scum bag
You maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it's our last
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing 'Galway Bay'
And the bells were ringing
Out for Christmas Day
Kirsty MacColl was not a black gangsta rapper, and was not killed in East Coast-West Coast gang-related violence, if you were wondering.
You even crib your insults! That's perfect...!
You realize of course that were you not real, I'd be forced to invent you.