If what you’re unhappy about is my dislike of the show, as you say yourself, the “Bibleman” sales figures overrule any opinion one tiny blogger in a sea of bloggers might share. The truth is, you could have left that comment to yourself, and left this blog post more obscurity than it already has; by commenting you fuel the great engines of the internet to see what all the hubbub is about.

I’m all for healthy debate, but I’m not slandering the Bible, nor even Willie Aames who I hear has had a rough go of it lately; I’m sharing an opinion of a show I worked on, which happened to have what I thought, pleb that I am, some of the weirdest design aesthetics I’ve ever seen.

So I don’t see any vomit. Integrity is debatable, I suppose. People I know think I have a great deal of it; people you know may not think so. And if you had not become inflamed by my brief memory of Bibleman, you may have discovered that I am encouraging the good–re-visiting Walt Whitman, one of our great American bards, and looking anew at what constitutes “art.”

And clearly, since you’re here for the first time, you haven’t read any of the other pieces I wrote. If you had, you would have noticed that many of the pieces are about death and dying. Living with sadness and impermanence. Family and love, illness and loss. So you can take your well-worded but ill-informed opinion of my character and put it with your opinion of Bibleman: on a high shelf, far above me.

Your perception is just your perception. Why don’t you find the good in the world instead and be an encourager to people who read your blog. Isn’t life hard difficult enough without spewing vomit on people? Your blog doesn’t equate to integrity. Please get some.