TWG: Tier II

MiltT, thanks for vote of confidence and kind words! :)> When I really slip a cog and freewheel into insanity, (i.e., use an avatar of a knife-wielding maniac and mis-spelng ny worsd) I want you to oversee my treatmunt.

I withdrew the critique on my own initiative. No one forced me or told me to or even suggested it. Screw it. My ego and my reviews are not so precious they can't take a hit (or 10). They aren't worth hurting someone else unnecessarily. (If I put the boot to someone, it's for good reason, not to buff my giblets.)

There've been people in the past (not referring to christine) who posted absolute spew (usually masquerading as--o my God--"poetry") and flounced off when I said so--I'm sure you recall them.

Not everyone who complains about my reviews gets my sympathy. If you post here on T2, you open yourself to all level of critique. Caveat poster.

This situation is different. I *did* violate T2's TOS and it was proper I be called on it. So I was, and so I tried to make amends if they were necessary, and I apologized. It wasn't easy. As I've said in the past, I have an ego the size of a Buick, and add to it I'm enormously shallow and self-centered, and that ain't a recipe for Ghandi. You get a cross between Dom DeLouise and Donald Trump.

This doesn't mean I'll stop reviewing, and I'll always skate as close to the line as I can because the TBD admins get so bored in their San Francisco penthouse office--Robin and Kat are playing paperclip football and David is moving penny stocks around on eTrade. I figure I keep them honest--and awake.

As you can see, I'm a giving kind of guy. Mr. Sensitive, A frigging prince. Really.

Ken, I'm relieved you'll never stop reviewing. REALLY! Hearing the truth about my cliches and silly adverbs and overactive passives is a good shot in the arm. I see above, you can apply the painful truth equally to youself. That's what I love about you.

Ego the size of a Buick? Really? (Are you still charging two-bits per cliche)?

It's different when *I* do it. ;)>

Ken, You have hit me over the head with those rutabagas more than once. Every time you did, I learned something. Peace