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This Week's Miscellany
Mar. 11th, 2008 09:47 pmBirthdays! Belated good wishes to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kennahijja for Sunday (when I was having what turned out to be an Internet-free day. What? Yes, it is possible, honestly), and almost-belated good wishes to parthenia14 for today.
Have brand new bookcase. It's on my desk. THIS MAKES PERFECT SENSE. It's one of those big L-shaped office desks, but even that ran out of space for all the stuff I was attempting to keep close at hand. Eventually it dawned on me that a better solution was to build upwards in a manner more organised than just putting things on top of other things (hmm, there should be a society for that). Sacrificing a foot or so of desk space against the wall (and banishing one large box to the hall) affords better opportunities for keeping the most necessary things to hand and still having actual open working space on the desk for the first time since ... er, probably about half an hour after I got it, actually.
Another sockpuppet scandal -- this time one in which a supposed gay man (who made posts on how female slash writers were Doing It All Wrong) turns out to have been a woman pretending to have been a gay man all along. Probably. Of course, they could be a gay man pretending to have been a woman pretending to have been a gay man just to mess with people's heads. Or they could be ... eh, it's the Internet. They could be anything. No way of telling except by switching on one's Acme Bullshit DetectorTM and seeing if you get a reading.gehayi in the comments to this post called it 'Munchausen by internet'. The perfect term ...
I should probably confess at this point that actually my persona as a British man is total invention. I'm really a small armadillo from Texas. Naturally, the speciesist ISPs in Dallas and Austin don't allow me Net access, but still I manage to communicate by biting through the cables outside the local Microsoft offices in a pattern that sends a HTTP message to the LJ servers. Yes, this does mean I am forced to absorb numerous electric shocks to write my posts and they HURT, but I'm willing to SUFFER for my ART.
Ahem. The annoying thing about this is that I'd vaguely heard of the person concerned, but couldn't remember why. Probably it was seeing them post in another wank. I should get out more.
Oh no, wait a minute, this is a LJ matter. I mean I should stay in more.
Lyrics: The last one was Blondie's Picture This from 1978, which (not surprisingly)ladybracknell knew! And under the circs this one seemed appropriate:
You've got your mother in a whirl
She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl
Hey babe, your hair's alright
Hey babe, let's go out tonight (1970s)
kennahijja for Sunday (when I was having what turned out to be an Internet-free day. What? Yes, it is possible, honestly), and almost-belated good wishes to parthenia14 for today.Have brand new bookcase. It's on my desk. THIS MAKES PERFECT SENSE. It's one of those big L-shaped office desks, but even that ran out of space for all the stuff I was attempting to keep close at hand. Eventually it dawned on me that a better solution was to build upwards in a manner more organised than just putting things on top of other things (hmm, there should be a society for that). Sacrificing a foot or so of desk space against the wall (and banishing one large box to the hall) affords better opportunities for keeping the most necessary things to hand and still having actual open working space on the desk for the first time since ... er, probably about half an hour after I got it, actually.
Another sockpuppet scandal -- this time one in which a supposed gay man (who made posts on how female slash writers were Doing It All Wrong) turns out to have been a woman pretending to have been a gay man all along. Probably. Of course, they could be a gay man pretending to have been a woman pretending to have been a gay man just to mess with people's heads. Or they could be ... eh, it's the Internet. They could be anything. No way of telling except by switching on one's Acme Bullshit DetectorTM and seeing if you get a reading.
gehayi in the comments to this post called it 'Munchausen by internet'. The perfect term ... I should probably confess at this point that actually my persona as a British man is total invention. I'm really a small armadillo from Texas. Naturally, the speciesist ISPs in Dallas and Austin don't allow me Net access, but still I manage to communicate by biting through the cables outside the local Microsoft offices in a pattern that sends a HTTP message to the LJ servers. Yes, this does mean I am forced to absorb numerous electric shocks to write my posts and they HURT, but I'm willing to SUFFER for my ART.
Ahem. The annoying thing about this is that I'd vaguely heard of the person concerned, but couldn't remember why. Probably it was seeing them post in another wank. I should get out more.
Oh no, wait a minute, this is a LJ matter. I mean I should stay in more.
Lyrics: The last one was Blondie's Picture This from 1978, which (not surprisingly)
ladybracknell knew! And under the circs this one seemed appropriate:You've got your mother in a whirl
She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl
Hey babe, your hair's alright
Hey babe, let's go out tonight (1970s)
