A Complete Meal in a Jar

There is a woman here who has a strangely nasal voice. Despite this, she likes to talk a lot, and very loudly, usually without making a big fetish of content and such. I wish she would come by more often. Her stories are terribly amusing.

It's very difficult to deal with people like that. You can't actually talk to them because they've no idea about listening. If they have some proposal, there's no criticising it. They take it personally because they're not discussing anything; they're on a public journey of self-discovery that mustn't be disturbed.

But this isn't a new thing. Even in the 17th and 18th centuries people would devote themselves to writing pamphlets agaynste popysh bysshoppes and so on. It's pretty much all the same thing to the untutored eye and I suppose it's good that they didn't have weblogs in those days. As it is, these effusions are reasonably argued and contain only moderate abuse because they had to produce a fair copy and have it printed and bound, a matter of some weeks. If they had enjoyed the immediacy of computers, it would have been all "that piece of shyte the Pope", descending into threats of violence.