Geez…
Apparently, if one were to believe what one reads, we here at Bridge City have somehow offended most of the woodworking planet… sure seems like we should expect a visitor with an explosive vest packed with ball bearings soaked in rat poison… (I am exaggerating, but apparently not by much…)
Caveat; it’s late, I’m tired, and I don’t get it.
Australia:
UK
USA
USA:
and if this doesn’t satisfy your voyeur instincts, Google CT-17 yourself to fully integrate yourself in the sewer of the internet…
What the hell? I really don’t get it.
It’s been going on awhile.
I always believed that the ultimate vote was with the pocketbook. Does anybody who reads the crap on this blog get all the antipathy? Because I sure don’t and it is really wearing on our staff, and me. And before you think this is some lame-ass appeal for sympathy, forget it…not a single response to this blog post will be approved to be read by others.
From my perspective, our work either resonates or it doesn’t–we respect that. But all of the cheap-ass shots that our staff has to wade through, and the emails from customers who are wondering why WE don’t respond is really getting old.
Damn, I feel better–not really.
That said, there is a about a 99% chance I am going to die broke because of my art addiction–here is my most recent discovery…
If you are prone to self-reflection, love the out-of-doors, and are looking to support somebody who is talented, check out this artist. I just received one of his pieces, which at $150 I thought to be extraordinarily priced and somehow, in the always familiar way, makes everything I have ranted about go away… this is the piece I want to crow about.
And thanks for listening.
Best-
John