Ok so here's the deal. Chris in NF and I got into a bit of a banter about not liking Nickleback. Or rather, how he doesn't like Nickleback and I do. And I think I may have taken it a little too far when I said something about the book One Hundred Years of Solitude. And the reason why it bothers me is because it's written by an author that he really admires. By saying it was hard to read, I may have offended him.
Which I didn't intend to do.
And of course, as luck would have it, I had two hours to kill in the ride home tonight and all I could think about is what an ass I can be when I think I'm being funny. Ergo, crossing the line.
So Chris, if I offended you, apologies. I will try harder with the book. I think my problem is that the prose is so descriptive, and normally I like to imagine the setting in my head, so I'm getting lost in that and losing the real sense of the book. Which I will try harder to appreciate.
I'm still standing by my Nickleback feeling though.