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Scott Kurtz and I kissed and made up at the
SDCC 2006.Even the slashficcers didn't see
that one coming... though they shouldn't have been surprised.
Say what you will, say what I will, Scott knows how to extend the olive branch. I mean, greet me warmly on Friday, call me a friend
and tell the Image guys "anything on this table is free for this guy?" Sold!
What flamewar?
Though I didn't quite have the temerity to bring it up, I suspect we laid the groundwork for this rapprochement when I disclosed that I was leaving Clickwheel and the reasons why. If I may retain a facade of public discretion, let it suffice to say that those reasons disproved, decisively, certain notions that Scott seemed to carry about me, which in turn permitted him to disprove notions I carried about him. Misunderstanding, I remain convinced, is the source of most conflict in this world. Bloggers in Israel and Lebanon: keep building those bridges.
(The Rant Which Started It All is still on Scott's blog as I write this, but if he's anything like me, deleting outmoded blog entries is not high on the List of Priorities.)
You didn't hear about this.
Nobody mentioned it on their blog. It never came up in a podcast.
The New York Times remained strangely unmoved. Fiddy didn't put it in any lyrics. Your local pastor didn't quote Matthew 5:9.
Partly because
it wasn't important, and partly because it was
boring.At best, it was a rehash of the Tycho-vs-McCloud anticlimax we got
last year. Remember
that hullabaloo? Remember how it
trailed off into an insubstantial bubblegum backbeat? Me neither, and I
wrote about it.
And oh, yeah...
I didn't see a reason to tell you until now, either.
Find out why... IN OUR NEXT INSTALLING ENTHRALLMENT. Part Two, coming... soon.