The irony of the internet is that while anonymity creates a certain kind of fearlessness that enables you to say things that you ordinarily might NOT say, it also makes you a big fucking pussy if you make some sort of snarky comment about someone else's work without actually having the balls to say who you are - and it also undermines the validity of your criticism since you're simply drawing more attention to it.
To recap: Kath and I gave our puppies baths and haircuts and took pictures because they are so goddamned cute it's insane - we took them on short walks outside, too, since they've finally gotten the hang of walking on leashes, and they basically broke about 1000 hearts in the short span of 8 city blocks. We love our dogs; they are essentially our children, they are now part of our family. And so I made a little post about it, since I hadn't written anything in a while and a lot of my family reads this journal.
So if I decide to put up pictures in my blog - not yours, not some sort of public message board, but my own journal that I've spent money on maintaining and cultivating, and you are going to take the time to tell me - anonymously, of course - that nobody cares, you are an idiot. You are an idiot because:
1. You are speaking for everyone, which means you're wrong.
2. You chose to speak for everyone without actually revealing who you are, which means you're a pussy.
3. You chose to tell me that "nobody cares" about my dogs. The fact that you took the time to write a comment in my journal about how apathetic you are and how non-intuitive you are about the world around you means that you're a fucking idiot. If you didn't care about my dogs, you wouldn't have bothered to comment. But something about their cute little faces must've set you off, and so you felt compelled to tell me... that you don't care. And the cirle of troll logic continues.
You also didn't notice that I logged your IP address. So, keep on keepin' on, 126.96.36.199, and be sure to let me know what else about my life you don't really care about. Normally I could give two shits about anonymous trolls in my journal, but in this particular case, since you're talking about my DOGS, you're even lower than low.