I've been through the whole list twice (!), and I can't find them.

...and it resulted in my kneeling before the porcelain god. For hours.

Do you have any idea what kind of legal trouble to which you've exposed Salon, Manjoo? Do you?? Yeah, didn't think so. I can't believe that this is what passes for journalism here. And tell me, what exactly does this have to do with technology? Please don't tell me it was the book scan. That shit is so 1997.

"Respond and prove me right."

Man, that's got to be the oldest one in the book. Clearly you, like myself, are a veteran of flame wars going back at least 13 or 14 years - not that you'd admit it, of course. You're far too high-minded.

Well, I'm NOT. Attacking the idiots who actually think the shit flung up on Video Dog is funny is kinda like a sin tax. You know, penalize the users' in hopes of eliminating the product. It probably won't work, but it sure warms the cockels of my heart.

Now go have a nice cream soda and fuck yourself in the ass.

...you can bet your ass that the "hardhats" would be standing right beside them. The "Reagan Democrats" have learned a brutal lesson over the last 25 years.

Grab hold of a sense of humor in earnest, before you dry up blow away.

But not as stupid as this cartoon. And you know what you can do with that pickle, right??

I'll admit the, er, production values were better, but then that's not saying much when you consider that there are hundreds of art schools around the country brimming with talented people.

But I still think my modest pun, and its execution, are miles above the shit that's flung up Video Dog. And I'm aware that's not saying much, though it speaks volumes about the dereliction of editorial duty around here.

Deleting even those postings of mine that were relatively benign. Again, this is just the kind of chickenshittery I've come to expect.

This from a person whose website features a photo of fornicating snails. Yes, David, we are surrounded by a Brotherhood of Brilliance.

But look on the bright side. Soon we shall have the ribald pleasure of testing our Groucho skills by jackhammering the "Salon staffers" who will be providing content. Heh, heh, hehhhhh..... >:-)

Yes, Salon's Video Dog once had the opportunity to feature YouTube's "God, Inc." series, but thanks to the quick action of Video Dog's crack team of Keystone Editors, that one is gone too. "God, Inc." has been bought by the Sci-Fi Channel. Congratulations to its creators, actors and writers, who have more talent and creativity in their pinkie nails than Tony, Sean, Scott, Jackie and Dunlap have in their entire bodies.

Yes, indeed, it takes a real man to shoot at lightly armed peasants while hovering 500 feet in the air in an armored helicopter firing twin miniguns. Yep, that'll put hair on your chest.

Nothing like my grandfather, trying to disable Panzers with an 8" howitzer in the middle of broken lines, with Panzergrenadiers shooting at his crew from literally every direction. Nah, doesn't compare.

Any wife and daughter I would have would think it was pretty damn funny. But that's beside the point.

You think this represents a lack of control? Think again. Often times I'll take several minutes to carefully parse out exactly how and with what words I will respond to some idiot's missive - including those from writers and editors of Salon.

I thoroughly enjoy my work over at Video Dog. I've even found a comrade of sorts who is enviously locquacious and a master of snark. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to go pound the living shit out of that hack Farhad Manjoo.

I'm sorry, but when J.K. Rowling was sitting in her unheated flat sweating out the plot details, characters, narrative flow, subtext, settings, place and character names, and dialogue for Harry Potter she was "collaborating" with NO ONE. The same goes for poets, sculptors, painters, sketch artists, pen and ink artists, wood carvers, muralists (with some exceptions), fashion designers, songwriters, symphonic composers and playwrights. You read that correctly: playwrights. If you don't believe me try, as an actor or even a director for hire, to tell a playwright to make changes and what those changes should be, and then come tell me about it. Assuming your head is still attached to your shoulders.

The ONLY art that is truly collaborative at its base is filmmaking, and for obvious reasons. Now of course there are always the exceptions that prove the rule, the two times that Stephen King and Peter Straub collaborated being one notable example.

Someone upthread mentioned that once a writer publishes their work it no longer belongs to them. That is partly true, but only to the extent that once a work is published it is let out into the world of readship, and readers will interpret it in ways that can set a writer's teeth on edge. But "writers" of fan fiction take this notion to its illogical and, to my mind, obscene extreme by actually including their own mediocre words as a sort of unauthorized addendum. It makes me physically ill just to think about that.

I strongly suspect that those arguing most vociferously for the "end of authorship" and how "all art is collaborative" in defense of fan fiction are people without an ounce of creative talent. Only someone deeply ignorant of the creative process generally and particularly how a given artist must hone it for their own purposes would ever even consider such a line of argument.