I deleted a comment today. I’m feeling a touch guilty.
Let me start at the beginning. Some of you may have noticed that the comments section has recently been peppered with mysterious messages from “Michael Sippy” stating such things as “i am everywhere” and “all your blog are belong to me.”
I wrote Sippy asking him what was up with him, and he replied
“it’s not me. i wrote this:
Okay, cute, of course Sippy would be the first to have his identity hijacked. The another comment showed up on my blog:
“and I’d like you to call me mike. or mikey.”
This was tiresome. So I pondered– should I delete these comments? Wouldn’t that be– shudder– censorship?
Earlier today chatting with Gabe I talked about a large mailing list I’m on, where people were going on and on– someone had been rude to another person, who then got snippy, and suddenly I had 20 messages in my mail box stating how this person was right or the other was… this argument has now been going on for five days.
I wondered out loud to Gabe why the moderators didn’t step in and unsubscribe them. I would. I did. I used to moderate a mailing list, and I would happily unsubscribe someone who was out of line– anyone who was rude or who used the list for spam. No problem. I just made them go away. I felt a touch guilty at this thought of my early totalitarian ways.
Gabe just laughed.
So I sat in front of the computer tonight seeing another moronic fake comment arrive on the blog. Do I delete? Do I?
and then I remembered the whole point of this site was to filter out all the noise for people who care about what I do– designing usable humane products. Heck, my mailing list is nothing but a way to help people better the signal to noise ratio. And hell yeah, this mock-sippy stuff was noise.
I’m now a censor.
and I’m feeling a touch guilty about my totalitarian ways.