I'm not used to the SuicideParadigm. McKelvie reckons that you reply to comments people leave on your blog posts by going to THEIR blog posts and posting a reply. How can you have a conversation like that? It beggars my mind, which is a finely-tuned UI-nerd mind. I spend a lot of time at work making sites more or less like this one (in fact, will probably rip off a few concepts for an upcoming project) and having to do anything in a way that doesn't make sense to me makes my brain spasm a little. So! I'm going to reply to peoples' comments here instead.
Jamie: No, YOU are a tit. And I've shagged your mum.
Doplex: I'm sure they're pretty bad on here. They're pretty obstreperous and bolshy on my nerd forum, too, and in real life they're just shits.
Coldandwet: Jamie's homosexuality is only public because I MADE IT SO! I helped him on his journey to acceptance by rubbing my arse in his face at expertly-timed moments.
Super: Liking those things does make me fairly awesome - I'm friends with Jamie basically out of charity.
Harleen: Thank you!
Fraser: Alright, mate!
Traumatron: Bah weep grah nah weep ninni bong.
Sky: Howdy!
Lissom: Hello there!
Zod: Nothing much! Nice image!
Dylan: And so far it seems jolly nice!
Fleur: Shut it! I stopped you getting raped in Hollywood! Or vice versa, but still.
Mat8drb: I hold not much allegiance to my South Yorks. family, as they're a bunch of scally chavs.
I nearly got mugged on the bus today, by some fffffucking scum. I was sitting there minding my business next to some inconsiderate cunt who was asleep and taking up two seats, when two disgusting chav shitcunts got on and recognised him. They then spent the next fifteen minutes calling me a poof and asking me to give them some money, in a basically typically bullying fashion. I said "Could you leave me alone, please?" but to no avail because no matter what anyone says there's really not much you can do to a bully. In comics they always have the inspirational message that if you just STAND UP to the bully they'll be terrified of you. What I note about the comics where that happens, it's usually Spider-Man doing it. I do not have the proportionate strength of a spider. I barely have the equivalent strength of a spider. So basically I endured it silently until I was close enough to walk to work and then I got off. The scab-faced ringleader called me a prick and slapped me in the head on my way out while his little shit of a catamite sidekick giggled viciously. Obviously this is some strange definition of the word 'prick' that I wasn't previously aware of.
It was shite! I don't want to be a moaning wanker, but I've been under a reasonable amount of stress recently and this was a bit of a kick in the balls to say the least. What strikes me is that anybody in the entire world would be on my side if they saw the scene. I mean you could show it to people who don't speak English in Jeblovistan and they would still say "hey, the guy with the frou-frou haircut is sitting down minding his business and then these walking turds start hassling him for no reason". They're pricks! I mean I know that they probably have shitty lives and were touched up by their uncles and are basically marking time until the next round of football-related violence finally ends their disgustingly insignificant lives, whereas I am a superhero adventurer with a devil-may-care smile and an encycopedic knowledge of Transformers comics and am clearly the better person. Heart-crushingly, although I do kung fu (Fujian White Crane Style), I'm not quite good enough yet to kick the living shit out of three assailants at once, unless they're considerate enough to punch slowly enough that my Upper Crane can disable them and leave them open to the fearsome might of my Reverse Tiger Strike. I basically made myself feel better by thinking about kicking the shit out of them all day, though. I'm not even a violent guy (in fact I'm about as hard as Tinkerbell) but ooh, some people just fucking need it.
Jamie: No, YOU are a tit. And I've shagged your mum.
Doplex: I'm sure they're pretty bad on here. They're pretty obstreperous and bolshy on my nerd forum, too, and in real life they're just shits.
Coldandwet: Jamie's homosexuality is only public because I MADE IT SO! I helped him on his journey to acceptance by rubbing my arse in his face at expertly-timed moments.
Super: Liking those things does make me fairly awesome - I'm friends with Jamie basically out of charity.
Harleen: Thank you!
Fraser: Alright, mate!
Traumatron: Bah weep grah nah weep ninni bong.
Sky: Howdy!
Lissom: Hello there!
Zod: Nothing much! Nice image!
Dylan: And so far it seems jolly nice!
Fleur: Shut it! I stopped you getting raped in Hollywood! Or vice versa, but still.
Mat8drb: I hold not much allegiance to my South Yorks. family, as they're a bunch of scally chavs.
I nearly got mugged on the bus today, by some fffffucking scum. I was sitting there minding my business next to some inconsiderate cunt who was asleep and taking up two seats, when two disgusting chav shitcunts got on and recognised him. They then spent the next fifteen minutes calling me a poof and asking me to give them some money, in a basically typically bullying fashion. I said "Could you leave me alone, please?" but to no avail because no matter what anyone says there's really not much you can do to a bully. In comics they always have the inspirational message that if you just STAND UP to the bully they'll be terrified of you. What I note about the comics where that happens, it's usually Spider-Man doing it. I do not have the proportionate strength of a spider. I barely have the equivalent strength of a spider. So basically I endured it silently until I was close enough to walk to work and then I got off. The scab-faced ringleader called me a prick and slapped me in the head on my way out while his little shit of a catamite sidekick giggled viciously. Obviously this is some strange definition of the word 'prick' that I wasn't previously aware of.
It was shite! I don't want to be a moaning wanker, but I've been under a reasonable amount of stress recently and this was a bit of a kick in the balls to say the least. What strikes me is that anybody in the entire world would be on my side if they saw the scene. I mean you could show it to people who don't speak English in Jeblovistan and they would still say "hey, the guy with the frou-frou haircut is sitting down minding his business and then these walking turds start hassling him for no reason". They're pricks! I mean I know that they probably have shitty lives and were touched up by their uncles and are basically marking time until the next round of football-related violence finally ends their disgustingly insignificant lives, whereas I am a superhero adventurer with a devil-may-care smile and an encycopedic knowledge of Transformers comics and am clearly the better person. Heart-crushingly, although I do kung fu (Fujian White Crane Style), I'm not quite good enough yet to kick the living shit out of three assailants at once, unless they're considerate enough to punch slowly enough that my Upper Crane can disable them and leave them open to the fearsome might of my Reverse Tiger Strike. I basically made myself feel better by thinking about kicking the shit out of them all day, though. I'm not even a violent guy (in fact I'm about as hard as Tinkerbell) but ooh, some people just fucking need it.
mck:
See, how're the people who aren't on your friends list gonig to know you've responjded to them?
nicklocking:
I DON'T KNOW.