The Michael Swayne Story V: King of his Castle

Before I move forward and talk about my day, I must post this. I want to do this before it is taken out of context.

I'll have you know that you have never been blocked. The most I have ever done to limit your contact with me is have my blog moderated, and that lasted for only two days because I found that I never received a notification saying that there were messages to be moderated.

Another thing, I don't hate you, and never did I say that I did. You assume overmuch. I just chose to never respond to the PMs you sent me because I wanted to end the situation. However, you continued to vent your frustration toward me because I didn't respond to them. The truth is, you had posted your "Michael never replied to my PM" rant before I even had a chance to read the message you sent.

Now, you can think what you want, but really there only two things I have against you. The first is that you decided to go and put something out in the open that I thought would be best solved privately between the two of us. And the second is that you thought it would be beneficial to do so not only on TFF, but also on Eyes of FF. So, to put it simply, if our relationship level was like one on The Sims (a scale from -100 to 100), then you are only about -5, maybe -6, and nowhere near the -75 to signify that I hate you.

Feel free to share the information I have provided however you choose.

This is my recent VM to noxious.sunshine. It is there for the world to see. And knowing her and what she has done in the past, it will probably also be posted over at Eyes on FF as well. Now, on to how I spent Thanksgiving. I just want to say that I have never blocked anyone from contacting me. I have been blocked by others most likely. I don't block because in the event that I am mentioned, I want to be able to know what was written about me. Otherwise, I'll have to find out from someone, then unblock whoever it was, read the message, and then re-block them. See, it's a waste of seconds on my life. So, if there are problems with sending a PM to me for the voting round of this year's awards, it is possible that I am on your Ignore list. And just to point out, how would noxious.sunshine be able to read my blog if she was blocked. She's listed in my Recent Visitors, and has been for months.

Moving on...

I woke up to my brother checking the stove. I didn't want to wake up, because I was up until 4:30am working on the article. And the article turned very well. If only I could link you. But I can't. Anyway, I have to run it by the editor and then I will be free to post it. I do have an article on my favorite Square Enix character that will be up at midnight (Eastern Standard Time of course). I wrote about Vivi. All of the other site staff that have written for this article series chose Kingdom Hearts characters. Granted, they are all younger than me, so they would naturally have an affinity to characters that they grew up with. That may not be the reason, but it's the one I'm going with for now.

I didn't go to Grandma's for Thanksgiving. I got busy. I had to bring in firewood, and wash the dishes, and then do more finalizing of my articles and then I worked on a few more of the banners. I found some great pictures for the Nicest Male/Female categories. I am almost done with them. The majority left to finish are the bogus/fun awards.

My brother ended up bringing me a plate of food home. My favorite part was the pie. Everything else was just food. However, the best part was that I managed to keep everything. Which wasn't something I can say I did for the lunch I ate. No, I bent down to pick something up that I dropped at my desk, and my lunch hit the floor before my hand did. It wasn't much, and I did manage to prevent any other portions of what I ate from leaving the way it came in. So, that's always good.

My sister finally stopped by to get her mail. And the Christmas tree that she had in her closet. I guess she needs it? I don't know. It was nice to see her for the three minutes that she was here. She got herself a new coat.

Anyway, I have Not-So-Mega sitting on my lap right now. He was crying at the window, and I was getting aggravated from hearing it so I gave in and let him in. He's perfectly fine once he's in. His cries turn to purrs, and he's just happy as a...uh...cat sitting in my lap. Occasionally, he stretch out a paw and put it on my chest to let me know to pet him. And once I do that, he drift off to another quick cat nap.

Well, that's all for now. I hope to see you around the forums, and until then...

Later!

Michael