Sunday, May 25, 2008
Eurovision: A joke.
Eurovision: What is the point?
I fail to see why our UK entry, was voted least compared to the Spanish entry... which was just pure rubbish.
The UK funds a big majority of the Eurovision Song Contest and we are always granted a place in the finals.
However, in the recent years, well, ever since the war in Iraq, the voting has not been about the best song, but just pure polictial voting and block voting.
Thank you, Ireland for giving us 8pts. Thank you San Marino(sp) for giving us 6. Malta, you didn't give us anything, you disappointed us. We'll remember for next year... if we choose to particpate.
If Terry Wogan walks, then so will many others within the UK public.
No more Eurovision, there is no point. It certainly wasn't worth pushing Dr. Who back a week.
Though, well done Latvia! The Pirate song was very entertaining. I shall download it now.
Our entry was the best in years, though, our entry was the only black singer. Mmmm.
Well, that's alright, rest of Europe, the United States will always be friends to the UK, and vice versa. So, poo on you, Europe. Our weapons are better anyway, so we don't need your stinking contest.
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Thursday, November 22, 2007
Comcast: Makes me wanna go back to dial-up
Comcast. Yes, the ISP that everyone is complaining about. As a Comcast user myself, I can def understand as to why.
http://mashable.com/2007/10/19/comcast-corporation-not-ne...
If you google: comcast is shit, You'll get some pretty good results, more against Comcast than in defence.
My connection has been utterly shite after about a month of having their Broadband. When I use Skype, my connection drops. If I am on Second Life for too long, connection drops. If I am listening to Raphsody, which as a Comcast subcriber is free to use, connection is dropped. Now, it's gotten to the point to where I am having trouble staying connected to Google. Speaking of which, I just found a site:
http://mashable.com/2007/04/30/comcast-yahoo/
It's gotten to the point where I am 'scared' to use any of my messenging programs, for fear of that blasted green blinking light, when no others are lit up.
I had contacted Comcast about this problem, via over their 'Chat Live' service. I told the rep, 'I have to hurry and explain everything to you now, because the connection will drop' And right when I pressed the enter key, yes it dropped.
I called and their answer, which is always 'the answer' they most often give is: 'We can send a tech out.'
What are they going to do? There is nothing wrong at my end, my wires are fine.
It's you, Comcast. You refuse to give into the net neturality idea. You just want to censor and 'rule' the Internet.
As Subscribers, we pay for a service, so we demand the services in which we signed up for. Bandwidth limit? You say there isn't one, but really, aprntly, there is... though it's 'classified'.
Whoever is the sulking evil behind Comcast, must be a sadist, because having Comcast as an ISP is absolutely torture!
I am going back to Knology. Knology may be just a tid bit slower than Comcast, but honestly, I'd rather have a reliable service than a service that is more 'moodier' than me.
You fooking plonkers!
Anyway, I found this poem about Comcast and I thought it was entertaining:
Comcast Connection Blues The link is below:
http://chris.pirillo.com/2005/12/15/comcast-connection-bl...
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Thursday, January 18, 2007
I am not lagging for you anymore!
Alright.
That's it.
Things have changed for me in ways and maybe it's time to revaluate things.
First off, let's discuss lag. It sucks. I hate lag. Well who does like lag? I love the Internet and when I just use the Internet to internet, then lag is not a problem. However, when I do use the Internet to get to Second Life, the lag strikes with a mighty force!
Yes. A lot of people SLing. And it is a big place with many many many things. I realise this.
But, the quality of people encountered should make all that lagging worth it. In recent times... it utterly hasn't.
There are different degrees of drama.
Good drama: light-hearted humour, excitable wit and oozing charm which brings together a group of people that are like-minded and share common interests and have the emotional maturity to be open minded with those that are not as like-minded; people who can create a world and have a constant stream of imaginationary flow, to let their ego's Will become free and to expand in ways that one's mind IRL could not.
Bad drama: People who can not play their role and stick to it. The people that gear up their AV in a certain way and can not maintain that role for very long periods of time. Oh! And the ones that only play up to your AV in order to score up their role status within the RP itself. Or how about the ones that are soooo attracted to your AV, and that would lag to utter death for you and yet only want to get in your AVs knickers?
Second Life and Real Life are quite the same.
The prettier your AV the more drama it attracts. No one actually cares what of your personality. Really, they don't. All they care about is being able to show off the avatar they are pose-balling, or what Sim is fighting which Sim, or which slave gives the best dances, or what innocent Fae they can corrupt.
Gods. Why can't people just play the game? Pick a role, stick to it and play it. Otherwise, don't bother about logging on, just go to a RL bar instead.
Haven't these people heard of separation?
My Real Life is sorted. I do not need the two mixing into one. Friends, like honest to goodness, I would call you on the phone friend is great! But, the ones that waste my time... please, just find someone else for a level-up.
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Sunday, November 12, 2006
Creeped out by the Internet. Oh, what a surprise.
What in the utter blue monkey-balled fuck?
How dare you say the things that you posted in your blog.
How utterly dare you compare me to you.
‘She’s the perfect mirror image of myself’.
Well, for starters that isn’t true.
OK.
You think it’s ‘funny’ to make a clone out of my namesake, then tell me, ‘It’s nothing personal, it’s just a joke’ and expect me to ‘just forgive you and move on’.
Before, I move on there is some stuff that I want to ‘leave behind’ and get off my chest:
- You met me in an IRC chat room two months ago. I’ve had hamsters live longer than that and they would still nip at my fingers. I was *only* being nice to you. That’s it, just nice. I was not initiating anything or giving you signals that would have made you think there was something more. Trust me, there isn’t. Even when my hamsters passed away, I always buried them… because that was the kind thing to do
- You met me in an IRC chat room two months ago. I’ve had bouts of asthma that has lasted that long, but you don’t see me trying with my last breath, to keep that asthma around. Recently, you have reminded me of that asthma, which I so desperately want to get rid of, because I can not breathe!!!
- You met me in an IRC chat room two months ago. I understand from what you say, that your irl situation is a circumstance that most people would bail out from; however, I understand even more that in my current situation, people would have gotten the fuck up outta dodge long before now. My momma always told me I was too kind for my own good. I am starting to believe her.
- You met me in an IRC chat room two months ago. I realise that you think I’m witty, smart and funny. Most people on the Internet do, but you’ve taken that realization to a level in which I daren’t climb… because I’m scared utterly shitless of heights!
- You met me in an IRC chat room two months ago. Your blog posts have shown me that you have developed an unhealthy ‘image’ of me which summons unnatural feelings towards me. Maybe, I haven’t told you this, but I’m an ‘all naturel’ kind of gal and anything beyond the normalcy also scares the utter shit outta me.
- You met me in an IRC chat room two months ago. How in the utter fuck can you say that I am the perfect image of you? Hello? You met me in an IRC chat room two months ago. You have no idea about who I really am. I have no idea who I really am. How dare you sit there, behind your monitor and assume, judge and compare me!!!!? If you knew me at all, then you would utterly know that those are the things that I hate to be weighted against. How dare you indeed!
- You met me in an IRC chat room two months ago. What I have found to be the most jaw-dropping is when you use my name and the word, ‘love’. OMG? Are you fucking kidding me? How in the blue monkey ball fuck, can you sit there and type out that I am the only one that you have ever loved the most? Do you not actually think before you go smashing around on your keyboard? Do you not realise the things you type are read and mean different things to those who read them? Did you not realise what I would think when I read them? If I was the perfect mirror image of you, like you say, then you would bloody well know that kind of text would get my mouse double-clicking as quickly as my dial-up connection can disconnect from my ISP. See, you don’t know me at all.
- *CRASH* I’d rather have 7 years bad luck than to be the perfect mirror image of you.
- When you made that IRC clone out of my namesake that sent red flags warning me. Warning me because, it made me feel like one of them people who find a shrine made out to them. Not, like a deity, but like one of them shrines that stalkers turned murders have in their candle lit basements. What were you going to do next, create my childhood pictures in Photoshop and then make a fake .PDF of my dairy?
- We have a couple of things in common, which in itself is common. However, out of everyone on this planet there is at least one other person with the same interests and quirks about them as well. And once again, out of everyone on this planet there are endless possibilities of other ‘commonly’ interested people with the same interest in various subjects and ideals. So, there is no such thing as being the ‘only other one’ that you can latch yourself on too. There is not one perfect person in this world, which means it is absolutely absurd to think that there is a ‘perfect match’.
1) In regards to your blog, there are a couple of questions that arose in my mind:
(a) How can you apologise for something in one paragraph and then say what had happened wasn’t really important in the next paragraph? That totally cancels out the aforementioned apology. Saying that it was a ‘good natured prank that was misunderstood.’ OK. Now, you’re implying that your ‘prank’ was hijacked by my misunderstanding it. A ‘misunderstanding’ that you only assumed I had. Wrong. I did not misunderstand the ‘prank’ at all. I understood full well, that when I am not logged on, you take it upon yourself to ‘summon’ up the essence of me with a clone of my namesake. Hello? Does the word ‘creepy’ mean anything to you? And how you found that funny, is way beyond me. Again, that only shows that I am not the perfect mirror image of you, because, I did not find it funny at all. In some countries mockery is flattery, but this is America. When someone makes a ‘clone’ out of you, in any form, in this country, the insulted party either sues or gets a restraining order.
2) When you typed:
‘We all make mistakes like this. Sometimes several times over. The important thing is that we learn from our mistakes and do our best to prevent making the same ones again. Even at that, we still make the same ones over again.’
(a) I don’t know how you were raised, but I was raised up to believe that once you make a mistake, you learn from it and then that way you don’t make the same mistake again. What is the utter point of making the same mistake several times over? Either you don’t remember making the mistake the first time in which you can’t learn from, or you keep making the same mistake, because you never actually paid attention to what you did wrong in the first instance.
2) When you typed:
‘Also, the other thing that we must remember is to forgive those mistakes.
No one is perfect, no matter hard we try to be, it's impossible.I'm sorry. Forgive me for being human, but I do make mistakes.
If I apologize, please accept my apology, and let's move on.'
(a) Now, let’s see… forgiveness takes strength. Forgiving a mistake made once is a ‘forgiving’ act, it’s charitable, it’s an act of kindness. Forgiving mistakes or the same mistake made several times over is a mistake in itself. To forgive the same mistake or several mistakes over and over again, defeats the whole purpose of forgiving and makes that forgiveness easy in which to take advantage of. Taking advantage of one’s forgiveness is third of the ultimate three worst mistakes that one could ever make. Being told to ‘forgive’ is the second worst mistake. And saying ‘If I apologize, please accept my apology’ is the number one worst mistake in which to make. How dare you tell me *what* I should accept! But, I will agree with you on one thing… it does accomplish nothing; Therefore, I want nothing to do with you!
The bottom line: I'm utterly and most certainly creeped the fuck out!!
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Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Are you kidding me?
Are you kidding me?
I mean... really.. are you for real?
I've been known to spew a lot of words before in a varied assortment of things.
However, after knowing what I know now, I can't even begin to comprise the words of any language to describe what I am thinking from what I know.
Again.. are you kidding me?
I have a lot of time on my hands thinking about stuff at work. It's the only thing that keeps me from being bored to utter tears.
I'm being pulled in a lot of directions. Some not as important as others, but more important to other people than me, personally.
No matter what I do, it's always for someone else. Like I'm living someone else's life.
What about my life? What about what I want?
Has anyone asked me?
No.
They only 'expect'.
Are you fucking kidding me?
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Sunday, October 22, 2006
Dear Word
Dear Word,
I’ve been entering data on you for the last three hours.
I only wish you knew what I wanted to do without me actually having to do it. Like, why can’t you just AUTO COMPLETE within my mind; Like, telepathic computing.
I have an exam on Tuesday all about you. And I’m stressing out.
Your margins and tabs, ruler bars and dialog boxes are starting to piss me off.
Every time I look at my TAB key, I feel this rage slowly start to build up inside me, because anything to do with TAB must deal with numbers.
And you know I can’t stand dealing with numbers.
Not like you actually care. You weren’t programmed to care. You were only programmed to receive user data and display it in formats.
Left align, Right align, Center and Justify, bound and gutter margins. All simple to you, you already memorized the shortcut keys.
Leader dots and decimal tabs, I bet that really boots you up in the morning.
Do you have any idea what it does to me?
No.
Why?
Because, you are MS Word 2003.
I’ve used you for a very long time.
But, I have not used this portion of you before.
It’s scaring me.
I misunderstand you.
I *thought* we had a relationship.
I’d compute on you. You’d check my spelling. You’d save my work.
Remember those simple days?
Oh, Word! Why are your simplicities turning into complications?
Have I upset you in some way?
What are you telling me?!
Please, please, give me another chance.
We can work this out; I promise.
But, I can not USB port you into my mind.
So, we’ll have to STANDBY on this till tomorrow.
Because, I’m starting to lose my files!
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Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Make pre-screening Internet users Law!
I just came up with an idea:
People who go into Internet chat rooms should be tested for prescription drugs.
There should be a pre-screening drug test to those that purchase a computer and then another drug test when they sign up for an ISP and then subjected to random drug testing once a month at the start of their billing cycle.
Why?
Because, there are too many loonies that like to overexgrate their tales of woes over the Internet.
Maybe, 'loony' is too much of a 'loose' term. What I really mean are the fuckwits that don't bother to read their screen, they just log on and type words hurriedly keyed into a sentence and press ENTER.
If you want to just type random words and not even 'hope' they make sense, then you should install Mavis Beacon.
And another thing:
Why isn't there a law against Drinking and Interneting? It is just as leathal as Drinking and Driving.
'heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey I'ave bean drking'
'What did you drink?'
'i cnt remeber but i drked mostly al of it'
'Why are you on the Internet?'
'bc i cnt get laid and iam HOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRNY'
'Why did you drink so much?'
'bc i cnt get laid'
'Are you looking for cyber?'
'Whose that? is he drnk too'
'You do not know what cybersex is?'
'is tht the sme thng as ASL'
'Yes.'
'wht r u ASL'
The above is why people shouldn't drink and get on the Internet.
It also proves my case for drug screening before logging on.
Why can't Norton-Anti Virus also have a Anti-Fucktard plugin?
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Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Hey Fucktard! Yeh, you in the truck!
I did make it here to class, but not without some fucking road rage reactions to this fucking moron who just fucking and most utterly almost made me rear into the back of his fucking big ass huge mother fucker truck!
At first he doesn't yeild and jumps in front of me. I was like, 'fucker'. Then later on down the road, atop this big hill, he kinda goes to the left and I'm carrying on my speed, like 31MPH. Well, then all a fucking sudden that twatted sack of shit, suddenly makes a wide turn right. I had to stomp on my brakes and let me tell you, I burned some rubber while I came to a total stop and the asswipe kept on turning and I was like all calm and thankful that Byron didn't let me down.
The guy behind me saw the whole thing and he was like giving me this strange sympathy look, which I could see when I looked in my rearview mirror.
But that fucking son of a slutty whore ass bitch. This is why trucks don't need to be so fucking long and huge, esp on some of the roads around here.
And wtf, is wrong with fucking using your fucking turn signal you assmunch?? Are you that much of a fucking retard that you either don't know how they work, or you are too fucking fat to actually get your fingers to curve around the shaft of stick in order to fucking push it down to turn it on?
Hey, how about getting off that fucking cell phone and actually drive!! You eat, talk on the phone, watch DVDs, play video games and gods know what the fuck else you do whilst driving... Do you know the whole fucking POINT to have a fucking vehicle is to fucking JUST and only ACUTALLY drive the fucking thing???????
Shit, if you want to be on the road and still have the comforts of home, get a fucking camper van and let someone else do the fucking driving!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You sorry sack of fucking shite!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HUMANS ARE NOT MEANT TO FUCKING MULTITASK. That is a proven fact. Google it!!!!
My poor Byron and my poor fucking nerves! (nerv/o).
FFS.
I have a Word exam soon. I feel confident about it; however, I'm not so confident about driving home.
I ain't driving through the Ghetto anymore -- I'll go the 'white' way.
altgjaoetjatoga[ghjaoergq[jeroj'j'aj2-03jdfjlajo2sjjljaaewj *ARGH*
And I just got a headache:/
I have two non-drowsy Sudafed with me, so I'll take that and by the time my exam starts, hopefully the headache will be gone.
GAWDS! I should have gotten the license plate number of that fucking truck and made an anoymous call to the police to say that I saw the driver selling drugs out of it.
My poor head:/
And Byrons poor feet:/
Bugger.
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Friday, September 22, 2006
God and John Tesh is all the radio will play
I'm not believing this.
I've just spent the last hour, trying to tune in a decent radio station. The only thing that I have with a radio is a Duraband clock radio. So, I turn the dial because, I'm tired of listening to Classical music all the time. I go up the numbered tuner and I get the John Tesh Radio Show. I continue to move up and then down halfway... and it's still the John Tesh Radio Show.
I unplug the clock radio and move it over next to the computer, thinking, I would get a better reception. I uncoil the small thin antena wire and run it through my standing lamp, thinking that the more metal it hits the reception would improve, thus giving me more choice of radio stations.
Well, not only do I *still* get the John Tesh Radio Show, but it's an All God all the Time channel!!!
You are prolly thinking, 'Why not just listen to the radio over the Internet, or play your MP3s?'
Well, when I run Media Player, the computer starts to go apeshit, because it doesn't have enough memory to run that plus the Internet...and this is without any browers going.
I have a DVD player, which will play the MP3's however, the sound goes through the TV and the TV is on the other side of the room and it's not loud enough, no matter how much I turn it up. I think the TV speaker is blown, cause it sounds awfully wonky. Plus, the DVD player skips... so it's not reliable playing the MP3s.
I think this is the worst thing, not being able to actually listen to music, you know, music that I actually and most utterly want to listen too. Not only am I back in 1997 with my dial-up connection and slow computer, but without a proper listening station, it's like being back in... well.. before radio.
And if I had the cable connection running to the TV in here, I still wouldn't be able to listen to music videos... why is that you may ask? Well, who plays music videos anymore? Besides the country video stations.
Gods!!!
This is most annoying.
I've got $40 bucks to my name and tomorrow, I will go and get a boombox, at least that way I can listen to my CDs. I am that desperate enough to spend all my cash in order to purchase some type of musical entertainment device.
If I listen to this station any longer, I think I'll convert:/
OK. This is too much. I'll just listen to the cars as they pass by on the Interstate.
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Wednesday, September 06, 2006
To My Computer
Dear Computer,
You know, I've given up a lot to be able to use you, like Second Life. Your 56k dial-up modem and lack of a good enough graphics card couldn't handle the SL software. No more pixelated avatar fun for me and it's your fault.
I moved you from the den into my old room, just so your slow-like-a-constipated-dog-terd-ass could be closer to the phone point. And yes, while you do connect to the Internet a bit faster with only a 5ft modem cord, instead of your old 25ft one...you are still crap.
Why are you so crap? Just idle right there and let me input this to you:
I'm taking a class with the subject of one of your most used applications. It's called Microsoft Office Word 2003. Ever hear of it? Oh, no of course not, that is because you only have Microsoft Office Word 2000.
Well, I have a CD-ROM that I had to buy for this class, it cost me $48.00. I need it to be installed on you so I can take the quizzes and tutorials for this class. The software is called: SAM 2003: Assessment and Training for Microsoft Office 2003. Now, I know you have never heard of that before, because you do not have it installed on you and aprntly, you do not want it installed on you.
What? What was that? Was that a soft humming sound from your hard drive? Why... that hum sounds like you have no idea as to what I'm reffering too! No? Really? You have no idea?
Oh, you have an 'idea' alright, all bad ideas of course. Take the following as an example:
SAM requires 1.8GB (or that is what it said on the back of the shiney new plastic case). I spend an hour, uninstalling software, moving things around, using CCleaner to tidy you up. I managed to free up 1.15GB. I was rather pleased with myself, because I thought that should do the trick. Like, I even uninstalled my Yahoo! for you.
Well... I pop disk 1 into your CD mouth, go into the InstallSheild and feel my mouse finger begin to twitch with anticpation of using SAM on you.
I click NEXT.
I get: ! SAM requires 2.0GB of disk space to be installed on this computer.
So, not only are you crap, Mr. Computer, but you even managed to upset SAM enough not to even *want* to be installed on you. Not only are you a nut-case, but a hard-case at that. You have a really big 'chip' on your motherboard. Bully:/
Do you realise that you are putting my education at risk? Don't you get it, Mr. Computer? If you let me install SAM, then I can pass my class, even get an A - which will help me to land a well paying job. Well paying enough to upgrade you! Not only does this class benifit me, but it benifits you, Mr. Computer. Think of all the wonderful gadgets and toys you can have, all the new fangdangled compoents, updates, RAM, and shhh... maybe even 'High-Speed Internet'.
But, after this stunt you pulled, you ain't getting shit!!!
As a matter of fact, that new HD that I was thinking about getting you as a present, well Mr. Computer, you can forget that! As soon as I graduate, I'm gonna go right down to the Wal-Mart and replace your 256MB, P3 hunk of junk!
So, consider what I've inputted. You'll have all night to process it. Cause, aprntly you don't do anything else!!
And one more thing, Mr. Computer: You can stuff your sorries in the Recyle Bin and Norton Anti-Virus won't be able to protect you!
Your very upset and frustrated user,
Hope.
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Sunday, May 28, 2006
You people never fail to flabbergast me.
Most people often forget that manners are free.
Yes. That's right, manners are free. Manners? You mean you don't know what they are? Oh, here let me explain them to you.
...
No, I shan't. Why did I bring it up in the first place? To make a point.
I am not responible for teaching you manners. You are old enough to know better, but you just do not act it.
When people say, 'How long are you going to be on for?' and You respond with a time limt, that *should* usually indicate that the person leaving should return within that certain amount of time, esp if they say that they will be back during that certain stated amount of time.
But, did you? Oh no... hours and hours later... still no show.
I log off.
Sleep.
Come back.
You are on. I question you and the reply is: '*smiles* I got to watching Troy.'
I didn't respond. 'Aww, was my dearest half-goat waiting for me?' (Add in smirk action here.)
I still have not responded and I won't.
Hello? Grow up?
It's the point of the whole thing.
And you...
Gods... I won't even start on your insincerity.
No wonder I'm bitter.
Because, everyone else is shite.
Oh... I just said you were shite.
That makes me uber cool!
ffs.
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Monday, March 13, 2006
A day can't pass without fukedupness.
My dose of fucked upness of the day:
1. Sorry, but I don't understand why people make up stories.
2. I don't know why people need to imagine. Just explain.
3. I am not listening to what you say, because I don't understand it, sorry.
4. Why can't you use logic deduction.
5. Maybe other people won't think what you write is as good as you do. So why bother?
6. You've just wasted my time and your time telling me all that.
So, let me see, I'm supposed to let my creativty fall to the wayside, because it's not based on 'logical deduction' or whatever.
This comes from a boy, whose parents are both teachers. His mother being a literature teacher.
OK. Someone's fucked up somewhere, and it damn sure ain't me.
I feel so utterly 'wasted'. I mean, my expressionism is who I am. But, if I continue in the relationship that I am in now, then I'll wither up and die creatively.
I so can't wait to go home!
Bah.
"What a waste!!!!"
There are some things that you say to someone you love and then some things that you just *don't say*. I can appericate his 'honesty', but his lack of tact was just really not needed.
How in the utter fuck does he think it makes me feel to have to fucking suffer through his fucking programming talk, his coding woes and whatever else containing binary code and array points? No. He prolly doesn't even 'think' how I do 'feel'.
I mean really. I am the good wife and nod my head, give him my full attention and try my best to understand what in the blue moon he's going on about. I even ask questions, because I know that will let him know that I'm paying attention and I'm trying to understand, so it like helps his ego or whatever.
But, when it's my turn to talk about something that I'm proud of, I get the above said to me.
How such a intense education can be wasted on someone, I have no idea. If you have a degree use it! Don't just shy away from actually trying to understand. Don't 'write' someone else's creativty off. Shit, at least they are trying, which is more than some people attempt.
Is there something wrong with me? Am I too nice? Am I too gullible? Has there been some shift in the human conscience from tolerable behaviour to downright blanet rudeness and I have only noticed it now?
"Why aren't you ever proud of me?"
"Do something to be proud of."
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Friday, March 03, 2006
Confrontational Deadlock
Disclaimer: The following post is to one person. Not to anyone else. So, when you read this please don't think I am talking about *you*. The person knows who they are.
I run away from confrontation?
Who the fuck is this 'we'? Cause, as far as I can see, I'm only having a problem with you at the moment and you brought it on yourself.
Did you want me to prove you wrong or what?
I'm fucking 4000 miles away, how the fuck am I suppose to 'confront' you? Put a bitchslap in a box and send it to you?
And what I would 'rather run away' from is you. Ever since that whole Charles/Tony thing I've been keeping my distance. Do you not think that I was utterly pissed off when you told your husband that I had a thing for you and he should be worried about me and not Tony, only to get Charles off Tony's back?
Yeh. Thanks. That's really being a friend throwing me to the jealous rage of your husband, just so you can continue to talk to Tony, whom I bloody well introduced you too. Yes, that's right, it didn't make me feel fucking awkward at all.
After that stunt you pulled, I 'felt' that I couldn't trust you. And this recent attack, well it just shows how right I have been in my 'feelings'.
And 'infantile remarks' well, at least I try to be humourous, you go out of your way to be bitchy and spiteful. I think the only 'infant' here is you.
I'm really impressed with your diagnosis that something 'is wrong with me'. You should start charging for long distance consultations.
I'm sorry, did you want me to act a certain way? Am I not living my life high enough on your standard list? I'm 4000 miles away. You can't even begin to even imagine what all my life entails, you just go by what I don't do instead. You just go by what you see or don't see and think that is how things are. Wrong.
When you say 'pushing your friends away' when did you meet the rest of my friends?
Have you taken a survey?
I think by 'friends' you mean you and Tony. So, you should just say 'me and Tony.'
You have offended my SL friends, by your loosely made comments which was actually drawn from some other beef you had with me. If that isn't provacation then I don't know what is. I'm not sure what you are doing really, first you say that you aren't provoking me, and then you say, "... Do you even know why I'm trying to provoke you?" Yes, I do. It's because you want some attention, so you want me to drop *everything* and run to stroke your ego. Whatever it was you did it quite well.
The only thing I have 'convinced' myself of is that with 'friends' like you, I'm utterly glad I'm 4000 miles away.
So, guess what?
I'm over it, you and the entirety of the All.
In all or nothing, if the all involves you, the I would rather have nothing.
So, as you say that I've 'seemingly successfully pushed my friends away' then, why do you just fuck the rest of the way off?
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Wednesday, March 01, 2006
I like iced sweet tea
You know what I could go for right now? A big tall glass of sweet tea. I like sweet tea. I like sweet tea, very much. I like iced sweet tea. I like iced sweet tea with lemon. I like iced sweet tea with lemon with eight big ice cubes. Not the ice chips, but the big square ice cubes.
I like iced sweet tea with lemon and eight big ice cubes, not the ice chips, but the big square ice cubes, on a hot summers day.
I like iced sweet tea with lemon and eight big ice cubes, not the ice chips, but the big square ice cubes, on a hot summers day, slowly sipping, thinking about the human race and why we get off on hurting each other.
I like iced sweet tea with lemon with eight big ice cubes, not the ice chips, but the big square ice cubes, on a hot summers day, slowly sipping, thinking about how people try to conceal their insecurities, anxities and jealousy by lashing out at others who are *just* living their lives. I'm sorry, but have I upset you by having a good time? Oh Gods. Please, pardon me, I'll just go and make myself miserable.
I like iced sweet tea with lemon and eight big ice cubes, not the ice chips, but the big square ice cubes, on a hot summers day, slowly sipping and thinking that one day, these twats who have pissed me off for no utter reason than just to 'do it' will decay into the earth and that to me is the most productive thing that they will ever do.
I like iced sweet tea with lemon and eight big ice cubes, not the ice chips, but the big square ice cubes, on a hot summers day, slowly sipping and thinking that one day, people might learn not to take things so seriously and stop trying to spoil other peoples good natured fun. It's like bouncing into a conversation that you have no business in and shooting your mouth off.
"You look like someone's died<b>!</b>"
"They have<b>.</b>"
Disclaimer: This post is based on pure personal experince and by no means not considering or assuming the other people on this planet. I, in clear mind and conscious have determined the preceeding post, as utter fact, for I have experineced it and no one can say otherwise, because they have not shared my experineces. And trust me, I would notice 1billion or so people breathing down my neck.
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Monday, November 21, 2005
Stop whinging! You're a bloody adult!
You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go. What you lack in intelligence you make up for in unpleasantness. I'm not sure which I feel the most pity for, the doctor that delivered you, or the poor woman in which you caused so much emotional scaring.
And you, wtf is wrong with you? 'Oh, look at me, look at me! I'm being bad *again*. Oh, please, please, punish me!' Whatever... Do you not have anything else better to talk about. How old are you again? Over 40, yes? Then what is preventing you from acting your age?
Oh.
I see, it's your desperate plea for attention, that you can't get in real life, so you try to get as much as you can on the Internet.
I've known a lot assholes in my time, but you just take the entire anus.
Gods. You're worthless. In future, if you have something to say, take a minute to think about it, and then quickly forget it, trust me, you would do us all a favour.
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Friday, September 30, 2005
Hello! O Stupid one. We meet again!
A-HA! We meet again O stupid one
Hello there!
I've had a very interesting night. Let's see, where shall I begin...
Ahh yes...
You window licking, donkey-humping, shit-slurping, cum-gobbling, hemorrhoid-popping, fuck-faced cockweasel. Yes. It's *you* again. My internet nemisis. My internet demon. You and your typo demon minions will be run off the internet, the Secret Society of Spell Checkers are coming.. coming.. coming.. *you* better run, because it will be funny when you are captured and slowly tortured; crying out for your mummy, 'elp e, elp e! it wer oly a jok, thy need to gt a thcker skn!'
As the Society holds you captive, laughing at your pathitic pleas, watching your scar-marked face scowl as the tears begin to shed; You feel an impending doom.
Welcome to another rant about a cretinous oaf and a gluttonous, sock-sucking unspeakably offensive utter retard. For those of you who have been following then you know of which fuckwit that I speak.
Let's start off with an example of this now infamous moron:
This was said after the person had been made even more upset. They logged out soon afterwards and the demon OP said the following in a room that still had people hanging around:
"[@tas] hes a manic depressive has been using sympathy for years
[@tas] the lvl of chilish backbiting an temper tantrums in here is a resent thing, this never used to happen here
01:23.26am [@tas] pretty much everyone got on
01:23.37am [@tas] an none was afraid to have a laff be it at somone els or themselves
01:23.50am [@tas] now days everyoens too scared to say boo in case they "offend"
01:23.53am [@tas] its perthetic "
Now, I ask you, is that any way for an OP to act? Why is not wanting to 'offend' anyone 'perthetic'[SIC]? I think *you* are the one that is 'perthetic'!
You are the kind of person who, when one first meets you, one doesn't like you. But when one gets to know you better, one hates you. Maybe 'hate' is too mild of a word, let's use, anathematize. OH! That's right, you wouldn't know what that word is now would you? Let me point to you a really nifty website:
Dictionary.com.
Let's continue... shall we.. yes, lets!
The Anti-Moron™ software on my PC went utterly insane when you logged on. I'm thankful that I got the newer version, because it came with a high grade warning system, altering me when you boot up your machine. It's brillaint! Gave me time to put my crosses and holy water next to my computer, to be better to ward off your demon minions, *you* the spawn of moronic SATAN! Wait. Hold on. Satan is a nice guy compared to you. Actually, I think a Adolf Hilter was a saint compared to you. With your ill-wited, explicit, stereotypical, absurd, bold-faced, UTTER RUBBISH that comes out of that twisted, butt-ass ugly mouth of yours. No wonder all you do is sit on the computer all day, laying in wait for your next victim. Regardless of what person they really are, you don't take the time to get to know. You are a biased son of a bitch that should be stripped of all internet power. As a matter of fact you should just be stripped of your life.
Do us all a favour. Go away and play Russian roulette with all chambers fully-loaded?
Sadly, you are not *that* stupid to actually grant us all such a wonderful favour and off yourself. So, I guess you will continue to be an easy target. The stupider you become, which let's face it, just comes natural to you, the smarter you make the rest of us look!
Now, I did hear this nasty, but utterly humouring rumour about you being so fat that when you stand on the Speaking Scale it screams! And then another awfully fantastic rumour was, "If he didn't have a face so ugly then his psychiatrist wouldn't force him to lie face down on the couch." Utterly fantastic. I wonder if his psychiatrist has to double up on his insurance premiums when you are on his books. *Shudder*
You are a fudge-packing, chicken-humping, jock strap-licking, dick-guzzling, hemorrhoid-nibbling, dick-faced masked gimp. I hope to GODS that you don't have any offspring, then humanity would not be able to fight the swirling, demented rage that bubbles up from your core.
The Society is on to you. Your days are numbered. Soon every computer on the planet will be installed with Anti-Moron firewall and no one will hear your useless blabbering.
You fucking idiot.
And as this comes to a close, I want to say from the utter bottom, very very bottom of my heart, this sincere message: Go suck on a frozen pineapple, asshole.
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Friday, May 13, 2005
Another Internet loathing post.
OMG!
I feel another 'I Hate the Internet' post coming on:
I have to say, that it's not the type of chat room that creates an 'enviroment' but the people 'IN' the chat room that creates the atmosphere. If you are in a room full of pricks, then the atmostphere will be filled with prickness.
There is a very fine line between 'teasing' and just plain out insulting. I would expect this type of behaviour to come from a room full of teenagers, not a room that is mostly visited by people with the collective age of +100 years. Are their own lives that bad in real life that they easily feel threatened online enough to lash out at perfect strangers, whom they know nothing about? They don't even 'allow' time to get to know the person properly.
All I ask for is a lil 'respect'. I treat people with utmost kindness and respect and these malious bastards fail to return the sentiment.
Even though it is a 'bondage chat room', there isn't any reason to be downright rude, to someone who is downright nice. No need to tie me down with your 'petty teasing' and impulsed words. You may like emotional torture, but I don't.
And what kills me is when people say 'If you want to talk about anything, I'm here for you' And when they are in the same room as you, when you are being 'teased' they don't say a word in your defence, that they so eagerly offered eariler. It's fickle and folly.
Is it a generation thing? Is it a gender thing? Is it a culture thing? Or are these people on so much medication that they just don't give a fuck who they hurt, even if it is online.
Words can hurt too, which is something these people fail to realize.
'Don't take it so personal', they say. How can I utterly not, when it's 'thrown' at me most of the time? I know there is nothing wrong with me whatsoever. I know myself better than these online personas could even comprehend. I know when I'm hurt. I know when I'm pissed off. I know when I've been insulted. They can't even begin to understand how much their 'teasing' hurts.
And they don't care. Oh, they like to put on a good show when the people that they want to impress are online, but once they leave - here comes their petty shit and catty remarks. Which is treatment I don't deserve.
I'm glad that I strongly hold my faith in Karma. These people have racked up a lot of Karma payback, whether that be online Karma or not. I hope they get what they 'deserve'. I only hope it teaches them a lessson, that they quickly need to learn. Though, I wouldn't be surprised if most of them are too busy with their hobby of blowing up their own egos to even take the lesson in the first place.
I'm sure they ask themselves 'Why is my life so crap?' Well, look how you treat people who are acutally nice to you. Put two and two together, makes sense to me, why your life is crap. Your just too egotisticly stupid to realize it.
Why don't you put down that rope and those cuffs and acutally 'think' about what you are doing. Stop that 'fantasy' you are living and become your dream. Just make sure you don't trample over other people just to get your way. You'll look back on your life and regret your actions, and when you do that, you'll be utterly appalled at how you treated the 'strangers' in your life. And don't be surprised when the person at the grocery store takes your parking space, or over charges you, or better yet, break into your house.
It's people like these utter cretins that give The Cause a bad name. No wonder society shys away from 'bondage' - with ill tempered people running around loose on the internet, swinging their frayed ropes.
I'm done now.
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Wednesday, March 02, 2005
I hate the Internet.
**If you are easily offended in regards to swearing or if you are an IRC user and if you are quite intent on reading the below - then you can't say that I did not warn you --- saddo!***
There was a time, that I found the internet to be enjoyable; after, I did meet my wonderful husband over it.
But, I've decided, not all of the internet can be fun, nor it's no longer easy to find 'decent' people in which to hold discussions.
The following is an excerpt of my 'rant' on Why I hate the Internet:
[( Room )] You say 'i hate the internet'
Ancalagon says 'tsk'
BaRnY gasps
Ancalagon says 'without the internet you wouldn't be able to tell us you hate
the internet'
BaRnY laughs
[( Room )] You say 'yes, I know - but I can do without internet fuck wits,
who bloody well piss me bloody off with fucking childish fucking shit.'
BaRnY says 'That only counts as one profanity level. :-P'
[( Room )] You say 'it's just fucking absoultely bloody fucking unfucking
nessary and fucking downright fucking rude and fucking pointless.'
-=> Your profanity level just increased from 26005 to 26006
BaRnY thinks . o O ( Not four. )
Ancalagon says 'is it just me or is Arcadia miffed? ;)'
[( Room )] You say 'i don't give a good flamin fuck'
-=> Your profanity level just increased from 26006 to 26007
BaRnY says 'I don't know...I think she is out raged about something.'
[( Room )] You say 'if I want some fucking increases in my fucking profucking
anity, then that is why I have my fucking /repeat - wtf ever shit;)'
-=> Your profanity level just increased from 26007 to 26009
BaRnY waits to hear what's wrong with the Internet.
BaRnY begins to whistle.
[( Room )] You say 'it causes more fucking grief, than it brings joy. ( No
porn jokes, please)'
-=> Your profanity level just increased from 26009 to 26010
Ancalagon says 'there is lots wrong with the internet barny, however I don't
hate it ;)'
BaRnY nods
[( Room )] You say 'It gathers all the fucking idiots of the world and allows
them to fucking go 'global''
-=> Your profanity level just increased from 26010 to 26011
BaRnY learned about drinking, smoking and sex on the Internet.
[( Room )] You say 'and they fucking bother me in my fucking house.... it's
like, I fucking attract them or something - FFS I just fucking hate the
fucking internet.'
-=> Your profanity level just increased from 26011 to 26012
[( Room )] You say 'ok'
BaRnY asks 'They?'
Ancalagon hmms
[( Room )] You exclaim 'Maybe... it's not the acutal 'internet'... but the
fuckers who fucking use the fucking thing!'
-=> Your profanity level just increased from 26012 to 26013
[( Room )] You say 'man, I can't belive how pissed off I am.. it's like the
'old hope' is coming back out again or something'
-=> Your profanity level just increased from 26013 to 26014
BaRnY uses the Internet...BaRnY most be a fucker.
[( Room )] You say 'no'
[( Room )] You exclaim 'I'm not talking about talker ppl!!'
[( Room )] You say 'i'm talking about them lil fuckers on fucking IRC'
-=> Your profanity level just increased from 26014 to 26015
BaRnY doesn't use IRC.
psophos thinks . o O ( orse )
[( Room )] You say 'talker ppl are more 'classier' well, ( not all) but
still, fewer fuckwits on talkers, than there are on IRC'
-=> Your profanity level just increased from 26015 to 26016
Ancalagon says 'one of the joys of talkers is the idiot to none idiot ratio
is good, due to the fact that they can't figure out how to use them, but
unfortunatly some seap through'
Ancalagon says 'and if you use IRC then you deserve it :P'
[( Room )] Arcadia laffs!
Ancalagon says 'a quick trip to bash.org tells everyone all they need to know
about IRC idiots ;)'
[( Room )] You ask 'this is what pisses me off really: I put some ppl on
ignore. They get upset about it and want to know why. Is it not the polite
IRC thing to do, by using the fucking ignore fuction?'
-=> Your profanity level just increased from 26016 to 26018
[( Room )] Arcadia grew up on talkers and only 'discovered' IRC a week ago
Ancalagon says 'undiscover it ;)'
[( Room )] You ask 'fuck me running, I am so fucking hating it now - Do you
realize how much fucking sleep I've fucking lost?'
-=> Your profanity level just increased from 26018 to 26019
Ancalagon says 'brb, just gotta go and put a new speaker in my bleep machine
after I have put out the flames ;)'
[( Room )] You say 'for fuck the mary fucking sake, yeh, I prolly should
fucking undiscover it, 'cause, good gods, monkey balls - what utter
fucking shite.'
-=> Your profanity level just increased from 26019 to 26021
psophos asks 'No. How much sleep?'
[( Room )] You say 'Trust me, you *don't* want to know.'
psophos says 'My bleep machine exploded. Scared the cat it did.'
[( Room )] You say 'I'm sorry for my swearing:/'
Death says 'DON'T BOTHER TO APOLOGISE'
[( Room )] You exclaim 'but for fucks sake, I can't help it!!'
-=> Your profanity level just increased from 26021 to 26022
[( Room )] You say 'damn, sorry again'
[( Room )] You say 'oh FFS'
[( Room )] You say 'oh GODS'
[( Room )] Arcadia just sits.
[O] kePPle wanders off to visit kePPle
psophos asks 'Um. Just a thought. Swear using the old vocal cords & not the
fingers?'
lightning thinks . o O ( wow what did i miss?? )
Ancalagon says 'Arcadia just discovered why not to use IRC'
[( Room )] Arcadia nods to Ancalagon
[( Room )] Arcadia needs to say one more thing, please and she'll be done.
Ancalagon hides behind barny
lightning braces himself
Ancalagon thinks . o O ( my god that's good coffee *Twitches* )
[( Room )] You exclaim 'These fuckers are fucking way fucking older than me
and should fucking bloody well fucking know the fuck better! What in the
fucking shit do these ppl fucking do all day, but fucking moan and fucking
bitch and fucking act like they are fucking in the gods fucking damn 5th
grade, because I fucking put them on fucking good god damn fucking
ignore!!'
-=> Your profanity level just increased from 26022 to 26024
[( Room )] You say 'Now. Yes. I'm *quite* done.'
Ancalagon says 'thank god for that :P'
[( Room )] You say 'yeh, well, fuck off;) (grin)'
-=> Your profanity level just increased from 26024 to 26025
lightning says 'wow'
[ Examine ] lightning is examining your profile
lightning LOL at arcadia's profanity count :)
[( Room )] You say 'psophos, If I swore using the vocal cords, then I would
have been horse by now.'
Ancalagon has just thought up an ext. to the TCP/IP protocol ;)
lightning thinks . o O ( hoarse too? )
[( Room )] You think . o O ( oh fuck off:-P )
-=> Your profanity level just increased from 26025 to 26026
---- Recall end ----
psophos says 'hoarse is better than rsi :)'
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