I must have spent too much time fantasizing over my Aaron Burr collection because today I got involved in a blogger's duel, also known as and old fashioned pissing contest. It is not as much fun online as it is on the playground, no kids to physically push you into each other to start the fight, but they children in cyberspace are still there to egg you on.
No need to recount it in vivid detail, so I'll hit the highlights for you.
Said blogger and I exchange greetings on her turf. She plays peacock, struts her stuff while her pals slap her on the back and tell her how smart she is.
I reply and return to more pressing affairs. Later I try to go back to check and see if there is another reply. Said blogger has banned me, so that she can have the last word.
I enjoy juvenile antics so I move to a different computer, all of 10 feet from the first one and produce another reply. A short time later I return to see if there is a response and there is.
She has taken my post and edited it so that she can insert snide commentary, but she even mentions in the beginning that she has edited it. I submit the affair to the judges and she is ruled my property, I win, I own her. If she was not threatened there would have been no need to edit my post.
What wacky world. And now back to your regularly scheduled programming.