Fuckery Indeed
I like going to Regretsy, a site that pokes fun at the crap that clogs up Etsy. The basic concept is that there is excellent stuff on Etsy, made by hard-working artisans, but the odds of you finding it are greatly reduced by the sheer volume of utter crap generated by anyone who can spraypaint macaroni shells and glue them to a piece of barnwood. And because Etsy won't actually allow anyone to say anything bad about anyone's stuff on their site... Regretsy.
I am a member of Club Fuckery over there, a not-very-exclusive club that mostly deals with finding the fraudsters on Etsy, the people who buy stuff elsewhere and then post as it their own hand-crafted merchandise. A while back, the call went out to use club members to design a new logo for the club, with the criteria being (1) find a photo on the internet and (2) photoshop the hell out of it. Roughly a bazillion people submitted designs, and now they get rotated with each Club Fuckery post.
The other day, I was pleased to see my entry being used as the logo of the day.
I was so pleased, I posted this on Facebook (as most of you already are aware).
Among the various congratulatory comments, I got this one from my uncle (my mother's brother): "YUCK....." This would be the uncle who walked out American Beauty fifteen minutes into the film because "It was FILTH!" Every so often I forget I have relatives and co-workers on my friend list on Facebook, and then it bites me on the ass like this. I wish I could simply un-friend them, but then they get all shirty at family gatherings and the like.
In my uncle's case, though, I think I might make an exception and just axe him. Last night, I got a phone call from my mother. "What's this I hear about you being in a Fucking Club!?" I explained it a few times, but I'm pretty sure mom didn't get it.
I'm debating (1) dropping my uncle a note and pointing out that I'm almost fifty years old now, and that if he doesn't approve of something I'm doing he can talk to me about it instead of calling my mommy, (2) revising the above photo to say "Fuck You" and then tagging him in it, (3) doing nothing. I'll likely do #3, because he's my mom's brother.
But #2 is tempting.
I am a member of Club Fuckery over there, a not-very-exclusive club that mostly deals with finding the fraudsters on Etsy, the people who buy stuff elsewhere and then post as it their own hand-crafted merchandise. A while back, the call went out to use club members to design a new logo for the club, with the criteria being (1) find a photo on the internet and (2) photoshop the hell out of it. Roughly a bazillion people submitted designs, and now they get rotated with each Club Fuckery post.
The other day, I was pleased to see my entry being used as the logo of the day.
I was so pleased, I posted this on Facebook (as most of you already are aware).
Among the various congratulatory comments, I got this one from my uncle (my mother's brother): "YUCK....." This would be the uncle who walked out American Beauty fifteen minutes into the film because "It was FILTH!" Every so often I forget I have relatives and co-workers on my friend list on Facebook, and then it bites me on the ass like this. I wish I could simply un-friend them, but then they get all shirty at family gatherings and the like.
In my uncle's case, though, I think I might make an exception and just axe him. Last night, I got a phone call from my mother. "What's this I hear about you being in a Fucking Club!?" I explained it a few times, but I'm pretty sure mom didn't get it.
I'm debating (1) dropping my uncle a note and pointing out that I'm almost fifty years old now, and that if he doesn't approve of something I'm doing he can talk to me about it instead of calling my mommy, (2) revising the above photo to say "Fuck You" and then tagging him in it, (3) doing nothing. I'll likely do #3, because he's my mom's brother.
But #2 is tempting.