Cap for the Toothpaste, Ketchup for My ShoeAstute readers of this blog may be thinking "Whoa, hang on there. What's happened to that last post?"
I took it down. I've actually never done that before, I don't think.
In writing about my recent layoff, I was attempting to make some sunshine out of a tough situation. I crafted something immediate that was written quickly and passionately -- and meant nothing but good things towards all the people involved. It's come to my attention that those very people didn't take it that way, and I'm really, really sorry.
Ever see the original 'Frankenstein', the Boris Karloff/James Whale version? There's this scene where the monster is kneeling by a riverbank with a little girl who is picking flowers and throwing them into the river. In an honest, well-meaning attempt to play along, the monster picks the little girl up, snaps her neck, and chucks her corpse into the river.
It kinda went like that. Or maybe it didn't -- but in my paranoid, oversensitive mind, it did, and that's the only reality I've got.
Blogs are awesome and terrifying because you can put your foot in your mouth faster than ever before with long-lasting results. At the moment, I feel like I've deep-throated my entire leg up past the knee. Involved parties know who they are, and I hope they know I'm really sorry.
Have you guys, my dozen loyal readers, ever really crammed a foot in there in a public forum? What did you do, and how'd you handle it?