"Tone It Down, Cha-Cha"

(Oh, my title? Something like what Dennis Miller would have said... back when he was still funny.)

So. I've been poring through various rantz from my David'Z RantZ days, reprinting those I deem deserving of a second go-round... and I've noticed something.

Either I totally immersed myself in my "character," my ranting persona back in 2008, OR... I was a much angrier person when I wrote them.

Quite a few insults spewed out. Quite a few profanities, "softened" by asterisks. (As if no one knows what "s**t" means, for example.)

Here's an example, talking about organizing one's album collection:

"The Beatles?" Easy. File under "B." (Anyone who files groups like that -- or book titles, or song titles, whatever! -- under "T" for "The" should be shot and hung on a meat hook for public display like they did to Mussolini.)

I'm wondering if reprinting this kinda stuff will scare off some of my newer readers.

So, fellow babies, I'm wondering now whether I should edit the old entries to be a little less angry, because...

Well... because I'm a little less angry.

When I started my David'Z RantZ blog on Blogger -- there was an earlier, seldom-updated version on a site called Diaryland -- I had just left a pain-in-the-butt day job which had consigned me to eight years of next-to-no creative energy. In the space of eight years, that job had started as a really good job and morphed into THE worst job I ever had.

I suppose my vituperative RantZ were a reflection of that. (And that's the closest you'll ever get to autobiographical soul-searching on this blog, so enjoy it while you have it!) I had a lot of anger to burn off after having left my Crappy Day Job.

But there's no reason to make you suffer for it after the fact, is there?

I know, I know, I'm over-analyzing again...

Thanks for your time.