Fucking disgraceful. If voting Labour were an option in this seat I would no longer be doing it, but can in good conscience not vote Tory. So regardless of their mutual backstabbing it'll be Liberal again this election.
Where's my molotov and can someone direct me to the nearest barricade?
Where's my molotov and can someone direct me to the nearest barricade?
- Status of Brain Meats:
angry
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Normally I upbraid people for not voting but this time around I kind of see their point. I have no faith in the system, never have had really, but I've always thought one should exercise their vote. This time around though? The problem is that we're being governed by the collected compliment of the 'B' Ark, Labour have sacrificed their core values for electability and have pretty much wasted their time in power, engaging in pointless, bitty policy making when we needed more of a restoration, of course, they'd never have gotten elected if they'd pursued that... the conservatives seem to be trying for a Blair 2.0, misreading the country really badly and STILL being the same Tory fuckmuppets under the glitz, and the Lib Dems, who were in a strong position have spectacularly imploded recently to the point where it's distasteful to vote for them, even as the lesser evil.
If it wasn't local election I don't know if I could have mustered the energy to do anything more than spoil my ballot.
Ah well, maybe we'll get a hung parliament come the general, then we might get some electoral reform through deal making. Roll on PR.
If it wasn't local election I don't know if I could have mustered the energy to do anything more than spoil my ballot.
Ah well, maybe we'll get a hung parliament come the general, then we might get some electoral reform through deal making. Roll on PR.
I have just about fucking had it with Lightningsource.
NO other printer gives me this much hassle over setting up and printing my files, nor do they charge me for the privilege of getting a week's worth of singularly unhelpful e-mails.
I can't help but wonder what exactly I'm paying for if other POD services can set up my, apparently 'difficult' files without issue and without charging me. Surely someone being PAID for the job would... you know... actually do it.
NO other printer gives me this much hassle over setting up and printing my files, nor do they charge me for the privilege of getting a week's worth of singularly unhelpful e-mails.
I can't help but wonder what exactly I'm paying for if other POD services can set up my, apparently 'difficult' files without issue and without charging me. Surely someone being PAID for the job would... you know... actually do it.
- Status of Brain Meats:
annoyed
People can/do get this joke right? I was arguing with some New Agers for a change of pace recently...
Hippy Chick: Like, everyone, everything in the universe, has its own spiritual vibrational frequency.
Our Hero: So... what you're saying is everybody hertz?
They don't get it.
:(
Hippy Chick: Like, everyone, everything in the universe, has its own spiritual vibrational frequency.
Our Hero: So... what you're saying is everybody hertz?
They don't get it.
:(
- Status of Brain Meats:
perplexed
( Yarr? )
- Status of Brain Meats:
irritated
Today is not a good day for science.
Due to mess ups between RPGnow and Lulu I now find myself uploading a ton of files to Lulu that I'd really rather not be doing.
After that I have to reformat all the files to a different paper size (joy... rapture... ecstacy) and upload them all over again to Lightningsource AND pay for that, which will be pricey.
Arsebadgers.
Still, it leads to money, so that's good.
Due to mess ups between RPGnow and Lulu I now find myself uploading a ton of files to Lulu that I'd really rather not be doing.
After that I have to reformat all the files to a different paper size (joy... rapture... ecstacy) and upload them all over again to Lightningsource AND pay for that, which will be pricey.
Arsebadgers.
Still, it leads to money, so that's good.
Fucking. Bloody. Hell. On. Toast.
I don't think my scorn for religion has entirely gone unnoticed, dear readers, but nonetheless I had considered most of the particular fuss directed at Islam to largely be the result of Daily Mail readers acting hysterical and overblown propaganda. I think I'm forced to revise that opinion.
Bitches be crazy, yo. (As Irwin would say).
I've been watching a muslim forum for a while now and some of the 'mad, whack shit' that goes down in there just staggers my mind.
Open and common praise for Bin Ladin.
Advising people who are unwell not to break their Ramadan fasting - despite (non muslim) doctor's opinions to the contrary and in one case despite a difficult pregnancy and anaemia.
Telling a convert to divorce her husband because he hasn't converted.
Approval of beheadings.
And this is just the moderates...
I haven't stuck my oar in yet but I've watched what happens when someone does and it literally IS cries of 'infidel', at least when the Sunni, Shia and Nation of Islam types aren't all laying into each other anyway. There's no debate, there's not even an attempt to make their case, just screaming and lots of TYPING ALL IN CAPS.
I mean fucking hell, their moderates are as bad as Westboro baptists!
I don't think my scorn for religion has entirely gone unnoticed, dear readers, but nonetheless I had considered most of the particular fuss directed at Islam to largely be the result of Daily Mail readers acting hysterical and overblown propaganda. I think I'm forced to revise that opinion.
Bitches be crazy, yo. (As Irwin would say).
I've been watching a muslim forum for a while now and some of the 'mad, whack shit' that goes down in there just staggers my mind.
Open and common praise for Bin Ladin.
Advising people who are unwell not to break their Ramadan fasting - despite (non muslim) doctor's opinions to the contrary and in one case despite a difficult pregnancy and anaemia.
Telling a convert to divorce her husband because he hasn't converted.
Approval of beheadings.
And this is just the moderates...
I haven't stuck my oar in yet but I've watched what happens when someone does and it literally IS cries of 'infidel', at least when the Sunni, Shia and Nation of Islam types aren't all laying into each other anyway. There's no debate, there's not even an attempt to make their case, just screaming and lots of TYPING ALL IN CAPS.
I mean fucking hell, their moderates are as bad as Westboro baptists!
- Status of Brain Meats:
surprised
Wake me up when the 'truthers' are off the telly again.
- Status of Brain Meats:
annoyed
I love it when a plan comes together, especially verbal traps.
Creationist: Atheists are fucking morons!
Our Hero: Who I sleep with is none of your business.
Creationist: You can almost see that British humor working in slow motion.
Our Hero: I'm flattered, but you're really not my type.
Creationist: Atheists are fucking morons!
Our Hero: Who I sleep with is none of your business.
Creationist: You can almost see that British humor working in slow motion.
Our Hero: I'm flattered, but you're really not my type.
- Status of Brain Meats:
amused
Grrrr
At least the unions are against it and at least it isn't another Reg Vardy evangelical school on the cards but, seriously. The ball is being dropped here. We should allow children to learn to think, teach them how to think, before we tell them what to think.
At least the unions are against it and at least it isn't another Reg Vardy evangelical school on the cards but, seriously. The ball is being dropped here. We should allow children to learn to think, teach them how to think, before we tell them what to think.
- Status of Brain Meats:
angry
I am about to rant. No blame belongs to anyone in particular, except the obvious, and I was stupid too, but still.
FuckfuckfuckFUCKITYfuckfuckWANKfuckfuckf uck!
OK, so, a few months ago I get contacted by a nice fellah in the US. He wants to print off some Hentacles to sell at US Gencon and could we come to some sort of agreement.
Indeed, as it turns out, we could.
So, we make a deal, he prints a buttload of copies of Hentacle, Sloppy Seconds and Three's an Orgy, keeps most to sell at the con - to see how they do - and sends the rest to me for UK Gencon. From there we see how we do about going further and developing some sort of business relationship.
I get the files sent, eventually, through much trial and tribulation and everything is good to go.
Then he contacts me again and informs me that it is RapidPOD that is supposed to be doing the printing.
'Fuck' sez I, RapidPOD having a deserved rep for being a fly-by-night bunch of fucking jokers under the dubious management of Ken Whitman.
'You watch those bastards' sez I. 'You watch them like hawks. You ring them every bloody day you can and you chase their arses about this because they've left people fucked over before.'
I am assured this will be the case.
Time goes on.
Money is paid (fortunately not by me) the client is assured everything will be ready by Gencon.
Then all goes eerily quiet from RapidPOD, they're 'moving' and repeated phonecalls don't seem to go through.
I start to get nervous, but the client perseveres and finally, after three calls a day for quite a while, yesterday manages to get through to someone at RapidPOD.
Ken's sold up and they don't do cardgames any more, but they've cashed his cheque - which he's unlikely to get back.
So, fucked.
My potential business partner is out of pocket $300+, no cards for Gencon, no cards for me and no way of sorting it out in the time left as the local printer a) charges me a bloody fortune and b) Says they can't promise it in time because they have a lot of work on.
I KNEW RapidPOD and Ken were cockmonkeys but this was too good to pass up and now I'm fuxxored because of the unprofessional fuckmuppet.
Shitcock.
This sort of stress is EXACTLY what I don't need right now.
FuckfuckfuckFUCKITYfuckfuckWANKfuckfuckf
OK, so, a few months ago I get contacted by a nice fellah in the US. He wants to print off some Hentacles to sell at US Gencon and could we come to some sort of agreement.
Indeed, as it turns out, we could.
So, we make a deal, he prints a buttload of copies of Hentacle, Sloppy Seconds and Three's an Orgy, keeps most to sell at the con - to see how they do - and sends the rest to me for UK Gencon. From there we see how we do about going further and developing some sort of business relationship.
I get the files sent, eventually, through much trial and tribulation and everything is good to go.
Then he contacts me again and informs me that it is RapidPOD that is supposed to be doing the printing.
'Fuck' sez I, RapidPOD having a deserved rep for being a fly-by-night bunch of fucking jokers under the dubious management of Ken Whitman.
'You watch those bastards' sez I. 'You watch them like hawks. You ring them every bloody day you can and you chase their arses about this because they've left people fucked over before.'
I am assured this will be the case.
Time goes on.
Money is paid (fortunately not by me) the client is assured everything will be ready by Gencon.
Then all goes eerily quiet from RapidPOD, they're 'moving' and repeated phonecalls don't seem to go through.
I start to get nervous, but the client perseveres and finally, after three calls a day for quite a while, yesterday manages to get through to someone at RapidPOD.
Ken's sold up and they don't do cardgames any more, but they've cashed his cheque - which he's unlikely to get back.
So, fucked.
My potential business partner is out of pocket $300+, no cards for Gencon, no cards for me and no way of sorting it out in the time left as the local printer a) charges me a bloody fortune and b) Says they can't promise it in time because they have a lot of work on.
I KNEW RapidPOD and Ken were cockmonkeys but this was too good to pass up and now I'm fuxxored because of the unprofessional fuckmuppet.
Shitcock.
This sort of stress is EXACTLY what I don't need right now.
- Status of Brain Meats:
Incandescent with rage
http://www.firethegrid.org/
Fuck you.
Get off your arse and actually do something.
Nobody ever changed the world by playing the fucking bongos.
DOOM remains the appropriate icon for this message.
Fuck you.
Get off your arse and actually do something.
Nobody ever changed the world by playing the fucking bongos.
DOOM remains the appropriate icon for this message.
Have a macro, macro.
Because, srsly, no longer funny, kthxbai.

Because, srsly, no longer funny, kthxbai.
- Status of Brain Meats:
irritated - Cacophonics:Red Hot Chilli Peppers - I Could Die For You
I showed uncommon restraint by not saying anything until now because I had a bit of a feeling it would all blow over rather quickly.
OK, here we go...
Censorship is always wrong, but this is a privately owned and operated service. If they want to shoot themselves in the balls by censoring people they have every right to. What's sticky for them is that they're in effect destroying people's work on many of the fan or fic communities. With fanfic not so much, people don't own what they do there but on other communities deleting without warning is a bit slack. After I shouted at LJ after Squeakypussygate they did eventually restore my archives to me, so they are capable.
Here's the thing though... if you're a racoon-babyfur-otherkin with a fetish for preteen, lactating foxgirls you are not, by any stretch of the imagination normal and your 'interests' do rather suggest that you're a raging pervert in at least two places that in the current climate of paedogeddon and 'teh ph33r' are going to get your card marked. If you listed 'spooging into baby's mouths' as an LJ interest I don't think it is entirely unreasonable for people to assume that you're a sick fuck and to the ostracise you. This isn't liking ostracising you for being gay, or black,
See, that's the problem with the internet. No matter how bizarre your interests, kinks or fetishes you can find other people like you and form nice little insular self-reinforcing communities where you don't have to put up with a splash of reality every now and then to make you assess your beliefs. It's dangerous to 'normalise' some of this stuff and, speaking as someone who is counter/subcultural, there's no point being counter/subcultural unless you have an idea of the dominant paradigm and where you stand in relation to it.
This probably sounds odd coming hot on the heels of the Cthentacle post but really, its not rocket surgery.
Anyway, its all blowing over again now, so you'll be free to post your Harry Potter and the Bucket of Baby Gravy in peace again I'm sure.
OK, here we go...
Censorship is always wrong, but this is a privately owned and operated service. If they want to shoot themselves in the balls by censoring people they have every right to. What's sticky for them is that they're in effect destroying people's work on many of the fan or fic communities. With fanfic not so much, people don't own what they do there but on other communities deleting without warning is a bit slack. After I shouted at LJ after Squeakypussygate they did eventually restore my archives to me, so they are capable.
Here's the thing though... if you're a racoon-babyfur-otherkin with a fetish for preteen, lactating foxgirls you are not, by any stretch of the imagination normal and your 'interests' do rather suggest that you're a raging pervert in at least two places that in the current climate of paedogeddon and 'teh ph33r' are going to get your card marked. If you listed 'spooging into baby's mouths' as an LJ interest I don't think it is entirely unreasonable for people to assume that you're a sick fuck and to the ostracise you. This isn't liking ostracising you for being gay, or black,
See, that's the problem with the internet. No matter how bizarre your interests, kinks or fetishes you can find other people like you and form nice little insular self-reinforcing communities where you don't have to put up with a splash of reality every now and then to make you assess your beliefs. It's dangerous to 'normalise' some of this stuff and, speaking as someone who is counter/subcultural, there's no point being counter/subcultural unless you have an idea of the dominant paradigm and where you stand in relation to it.
This probably sounds odd coming hot on the heels of the Cthentacle post but really, its not rocket surgery.
Anyway, its all blowing over again now, so you'll be free to post your Harry Potter and the Bucket of Baby Gravy in peace again I'm sure.
...and the nature of 'blokey' social interaction - "Can I get any of you cunts a drink?' but I found THIS to be a remarkably pointless non-story.
According to Gabriel's Greater Internet Fuckwad Theory this sort of shit is to be pretty much expected on the net, not really to be taken remotely seriously and is part of both the price we pay for relatively free and anonymous communication and characteristic of the rough and tumble, no holds barred communication and discussion you get on the internet.
Yeah, its somewhat extreme but really, 'Blogger gets nasty anonymous comments!' as a headline story makes about as much sense as 'Porn found on internet!'
I had to doubletake to be sure I was on the BBC site and not The Onion.
I've been on the net since... what... 95, or even earlier, BBS's via dial up before that by at least a couple of years. The frontier feel of it is something I still like, the total freedom of expression (when moderators, IRC Ops or commercial interests aren't being dicks). If a few 'threats' and insults are flung around that pales into insignificance next to the power and importance of free information.
And anyone who doesn't agree with me is a cum-slurping fuckshank and I will personally sever their head and have rabid wolverines mate with their neck stump.
According to Gabriel's Greater Internet Fuckwad Theory this sort of shit is to be pretty much expected on the net, not really to be taken remotely seriously and is part of both the price we pay for relatively free and anonymous communication and characteristic of the rough and tumble, no holds barred communication and discussion you get on the internet.
Yeah, its somewhat extreme but really, 'Blogger gets nasty anonymous comments!' as a headline story makes about as much sense as 'Porn found on internet!'
I had to doubletake to be sure I was on the BBC site and not The Onion.
I've been on the net since... what... 95, or even earlier, BBS's via dial up before that by at least a couple of years. The frontier feel of it is something I still like, the total freedom of expression (when moderators, IRC Ops or commercial interests aren't being dicks). If a few 'threats' and insults are flung around that pales into insignificance next to the power and importance of free information.
And anyone who doesn't agree with me is a cum-slurping fuckshank and I will personally sever their head and have rabid wolverines mate with their neck stump.
Wikipedia is useful, but Cthulu keeps turning up through the pages about the Royal Astronomical Society, which is a little distracting.

