“Break their nose and they’ll just say sorry; now tell me what kind of freaks are that polite.” Weird Al Yankovic – Canadian Idiot

Well, I reckon I ought to add my two cents worth in regards to our review by Keywork over at Ask and Ye Shall Receive; especially considering I’m the one who asked for. And boy did I ever get it. I’m sorry you did not enjoy your visit to our establishment.

When I first submitted The Redneck for a look-see by those guys I kind of had a feeling that it might not be the most positive review ever (just judging by some of the others), but I guess deep down I was hoping I would be wrong and that they would say it was the greatest thing they had ever read and that they now had a new yardstick (or metre stick as we say up here) with which to measure all other blogs. I guess my first instinct was the correct one.

But it wasn’t all bad; Keywork starts out by saying, “Redneck Bar and Grill is not the worst blog I have ever read”. Then he goes on to say that he’s not being complimentary with that statement. However, just two posts under our review on his site is a review of another blog. He calls this one an “incoherent, slimy sac of anal seepage”. When you compare the two statements, I think we were complimented.

Now seeing as I’ve almost lost sleep over what he said about me being a “pretty good writer”, I feel I just have to defend myself. Keywork said, ” Never, ever, ever, ever, claim to be a ‘pretty good’ writer. Let someone else tell you that.” I’ll have you know that one time I asked my mom if she thought I was the greatest writer to ever walk the face of the Earth and she looked at me in the special way that moms do and said, “You’re a…pretty good writer, dear.” Plus, the Ninja that I wrote the story for told me, “thanks for the story Ernie! its amazing! haa”, and then she said, “…..didn’t you wet your pants at all this weekend?!” I’m not really sure what she meant by that; I have never soiled my pants in my entire life…well, except for that time I was cuddling the wet beaver on my lap, but that’s a different story.

Anywho, I would also like to point out that yesterday we received 45 views of The Redneck with iwillfrakingtearyouapart and keywork as the referrers in addition to all of our regualr patrons. It wasn’t all that long ago that 45 views would be our total one day traffic, yesterday it was around one-fifth. Some wise person once said, “Any publicity is good publicity.” So thank-you very much, Keywork, for the relatively kind words and all the attention. Anytime you want to come on down to The Redneck Bar & Grill and hang out for a while the Blue Beaver Beer will be on me.

A couple days ago, I had to do something terrible. At first I didn’t want to talk about it. I was afraid what others would think if they found out. Now, I’m ready to face the truth. I’m talking about Old Blue, our faithful companion of over a year.old-blue

He was just a little pup when Ernie and I took him in. Old Blue barked for joy whenever we gave him a post to chew on. We didn’t know what to do with him at first; his energy and limitless possibilities were too much for us. I made header images and had him try them on one after the other. Ernie told him stories about real life. As he grew bigger we were forced to get him a bigger hosting plan, since Old Blue didn’t fit into the old one anymore. He howled when we told jokes. Not sure if he liked them or not!

He used to run out and fetch us readers from the google swamp. Sometimes visitors talked to him, and Old Blue really liked it when they scratched him behind the comments. He growled if one of those spammers got too close, though! I took him for walks in the park over by Technorati Town every chance I got.

It doesn’t take long for a critter like Old Blue to grow old. He was starting to get gray around the edges, and his pages loaded a little slower in the morning than they used to. But he still ran out the door every day, looking for adventure. He loved it when Gerri, RT or Captain Picard stopped by to play.

One night, I came home to find him lying on his side, panting. Drool was running out of his mouth. I knew right away what had happened. A pack of 35 spammers lured him in and laid the boots to him. They left their telltale comment marks all over him.

I called the vet right away. Ernie and I hauled the beast down there, only to find out there was no cure. Once the infection set in, there was no way to stop the comments from spreading. We tried blocking the users, but the virus just mutated to a new address. It was heartbreaking. We took him home to live out his remining days in comment moderated comfort. I even let him sleep on the bed.

We gave him posts, and he pinged them, but we knew he was just trying to make us happy. Another spammer came banging on the door, and he couldn’t even get up to growl. He just let out a little whine. We didn’t know what to do. His spirit had been broken, and things just weren’t the same.

I checked in on him one morning while he was sleeping. I pulled Old Blue’s stats up and saw he’d sank even lower. There was barely any traffic, only a couple Google hits per hour. Old Blue was in a coma.

I talked it over with Ernie. We decided we had to pull the plug. I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. Finally, I worked up the courage and logged on. I pushed the ‘Delete Dog‘ icon, and a popup window appeared. “Are You Sure You Want to Delete Dog?” it asked. “We cannot undo this action. All your dog’s comments and posts will be permanently removed from the server.” My fingers shook on the mouse as I clicked ‘yes’. It was over.

Looking back, I can see that picking any old stray for a companion blog was a bad idea. I should have researched, and looked into different pedigrees. Maybe if we had paid a little more to start with, we would have gotten a pet with a tougher immune system. Thank God we never took a Blogger dog home!

If you read this Hari, I used my Graphire Tablet to draw the pic.