The past couple of weeks have been both good and bad.
Good because I’m still excited about the Textile review, still excited about blogging at the Houston Press, still excited about all the wonderful meals and glasses of wine I’ve enjoyed with friends lately, still excited about writing articles for the Press’ upcoming Menu of Menus edition and still excited about being able to balance everything — work, home, writing, etc. — without too badly damaging any one area in the process.
Bad because I fear that I won’t be able to continue this balancing act, because I’ve been overwhelmed with work from all sides (no, seriously, I do have a day job, despite some peoples’ fanciful ideas to the contrary, and it continues to be quite demanding) and because I’ve been letting the trolls and negative comments — both on my blogs at the Houston Press and on blogs that don’t even belong to me — get me down in spite of myself. I’m not linking to any of the comments; it’s not worth it and they don’t deserve the attention. And I’ve begun immediately deleting the particularly nasty ones that discuss things like sex acts and contain vicious personal attacks on my character, as if the trolls actually know me from Adam.
I had a nice discussion with Houston Foodie last night over an amazing dinner at Gravitas, though, which gave me much needed perspective on the whole issue. This morning, he sent me a fascinating New York Times article that takes a look into the psychologies of trolls. It makes me sad for what are essentially very damaged and/or very deranged people, taking out their frustrations in the ultimate passive-aggressive medium and cowering behind anonymity.
I’m not new to the Interwebz. I’m not new to trolling. I’m not naive or stupid and I usually don’t rise to the bait when I see trolls performing their socially awkward little dances on forums or blogs. So I’m more disappointed in my own behavior and childish responses than in anything these few people have said, but the only thing to do now is to follow my own advice to countless other people and let them haters hate. Rising to the occasion only makes me look like the asshole.
So let’s put all this nastiness behind us and instead focus on today’s Tuesday Trivia (or, as I’ve been reminded to call it by Groovehouse on the non-Q&A days, a “survey”). Let the games begin!
- How do you take your coffee? Don’t drink coffee? How do you take your tea? Don’t drink tea? Good God, man, what do you drink?
- My university was practically owned by a bizarre combination of Drayton McClane and Dr Pepper. We had Dr Pepper hours every Thursday and it was the only carbonated beverage poured on campus. As a result, I have Dr Pepper coursing through my very veins and would choose it over any soft drink, any day of the week. What’s your favorite soft drink? Or, for you Texans, what’s your favorite coke?
- Food and wine pairing is a given. Do you consciously pair your food with beer?
- What’s your favorite beverage to cool you down on a hot day? To warm you up on a cold night?
- It was always a huge treat on the rare occasion that my mother put those little silver Capri Suns into my lunchbox as a kid. What was your favorite drink from childhood?
…and I’ve inadvertently turned this into an all-beverage survey. No matter. Drink it up and pour it out in the comments section below.