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Friday May 16, @11:37AM
previously: Double trouble coming?
Patty didn't quite make it to the house Wednesday night.
I collected my beers and a funny look from the bartender, a new one. I'd been in Felbers earlier in the afternoon with Amy, and now I was there with Tami. The bar was pretty full, with no unsat-on stools, so we sat at a table.
Ever since Tami's been staying with me there have been few times I've been at Felber's without her. One guy there once said what a good couple we made, and I had to point out that we weren't, in fact, a couple but that she was married to some other guy. I imagine, though, that folks there must think Tami and I are a couple.
One time t Felber's the bartender said simething about us beihng a couple, and Tami said "him? No, my husblan'd in the national Guard. I just sleep with him!" She was joking, but my face turned red nonetheless.
Debbie, one of the owners (not Crazy debbie, this is a different Debbie. She looks kind of like the figure on the left in this illustration) sat at the bar with Barb, a woman I've known for several years who used to work at Top Cat's and is some sort of relation to the Felbers' owners, who are some sort of relation to Top Cat's owners. I told you this was a cartoon city!
I was apparently the subject of their conversation. "Keep one eye open when you sleep", Barb told Tami. "And a rolling pin next to the bed!"
Patty called as I was sitting in Felber's with Tami. She was in town, and was going to visit her mother before coming to see me.
She called later from her friend's. Her friend had moved to Virginia or some place, and was home for a visit, which was Patty's actual purpose for her visit to Springfield.
She never showed up. She called in the morning, she'd fallen asleep at her friend's and would see me when I got off work.
Then Tami called, depressed. There were little kids where she was staying, and they were driving her crazy. I invited her to McLunch.
Traffic was a fucking bitch. Half the streets are closed for repairs and private business construction, and the closed streets were strategically placed so as to make any journey through town as unpleasant as possible. Two of the one way sixth street's four lanes have been closed all year while they build a tunnel over it for pedestrians to cross from one half of the Urgent Care building to the other, new half they're building, and they closed three of the lanes by South Grand while they're tearing doen one perfectly good commercial building to construct another.
And Monroe was closed for some remembrance to fallen firefighters, even though I can't remember the last time a Springfield firefighter died on the job. In fact, fighting fires is less dangerous than construction work. Why aren't they closing streets in honor of the fallen construction workers who died falling off of roofs?
And some inconsiderate bastard had the gall to die, and have his funeral procession right at lunch hour. He's dead, Jim, why can't he make his last trip at one instead of noon?
After work I went to Felber's, and called Patty to tell her to call me when she got home. "I'll be there in half an hour", she said.
She wanted to take me out to dinner. "I wish you'd have said something," I said. I'd been eating peanut butter on crackers ever since McLunch. I'm trying to gain some weight. "So where do you want to go?"
"You need to ask? D'Arcy's!"
Of course. D'Arcy's was packed, with a half hour wait for a table, and it was only 5:00. If you're in Springfield, know that D'Arcy's food must have heroin in it, because it's addictive as hell. It's also reasonably priced (almost cheap), and the service is always excellent. It's my favorite restaraunt, too. I noticed that most of its other patrons were obese. Not just fat, obese to the point that a few more pounds of lard under their skins and they'd break their legs from the weight.
As we were waiting for a table, Tami called. "Whatcha doin'?"
"We're at D'arcy's waiting for a table, what are you doin'?"
"Going crazy!"
I got a pint of some flavor of Irish beer or other while we waited for a table. Half hour later or so a waitress seated us. Patty had corned beef and cabbage (of course). I had the second best cup of soup I've ever eaten (the best was actually potato soup at Top Cat's, which is perhaps my second favorite restaraunt) and a stuffed portabella mushroom.
I only finished half the huge mushroom.
We went home and watched "Earl", which Patty said she was sick of. Turns out her fiance is an Earl fan too and they have the first couple of seasons on DVD. I made Patty promise to supply me with some Earl, since they sell DVDs at her game store.
When Earl was over she said she was going to her friend's for a while. As she left, Tami called. "Wacha doin'?"
"I just finished watching Earl with my daughter."
"I forgot it was even on!"
"You missed it, it was a good one. I laughed my ass off!" Well, I had smoked a little pot after dinner, but Patty doesn't touch the stuff and she laughed quite a bit, too. Not as much as me.
I went back to Felber's with Tami.
Patty didn't quite make it to the house Wednesday night.
I collected my beers and a funny look from the bartender, a new one. I'd been in Felbers earlier in the afternoon with Amy, and now I was there with Tami. The bar was pretty full, with no unsat-on stools, so we sat at a table.
Ever since Tami's been staying with me there have been few times I've been at Felber's without her. One guy there once said what a good couple we made, and I had to point out that we weren't, in fact, a couple but that she was married to some other guy. I imagine, though, that folks there must think Tami and I are a couple.
One time t Felber's the bartender said simething about us beihng a couple, and Tami said "him? No, my husblan'd in the national Guard. I just sleep with him!" She was joking, but my face turned red nonetheless.
Debbie, one of the owners (not Crazy debbie, this is a different Debbie. She looks kind of like the figure on the left in this illustration) sat at the bar with Barb, a woman I've known for several years who used to work at Top Cat's and is some sort of relation to the Felbers' owners, who are some sort of relation to Top Cat's owners. I told you this was a cartoon city!
I was apparently the subject of their conversation. "Keep one eye open when you sleep", Barb told Tami. "And a rolling pin next to the bed!"
Patty called as I was sitting in Felber's with Tami. She was in town, and was going to visit her mother before coming to see me.
She called later from her friend's. Her friend had moved to Virginia or some place, and was home for a visit, which was Patty's actual purpose for her visit to Springfield.
She never showed up. She called in the morning, she'd fallen asleep at her friend's and would see me when I got off work.
Then Tami called, depressed. There were little kids where she was staying, and they were driving her crazy. I invited her to McLunch.
Traffic was a fucking bitch. Half the streets are closed for repairs and private business construction, and the closed streets were strategically placed so as to make any journey through town as unpleasant as possible. Two of the one way sixth street's four lanes have been closed all year while they build a tunnel over it for pedestrians to cross from one half of the Urgent Care building to the other, new half they're building, and they closed three of the lanes by South Grand while they're tearing doen one perfectly good commercial building to construct another.
And Monroe was closed for some remembrance to fallen firefighters, even though I can't remember the last time a Springfield firefighter died on the job. In fact, fighting fires is less dangerous than construction work. Why aren't they closing streets in honor of the fallen construction workers who died falling off of roofs?
And some inconsiderate bastard had the gall to die, and have his funeral procession right at lunch hour. He's dead, Jim, why can't he make his last trip at one instead of noon?
After work I went to Felber's, and called Patty to tell her to call me when she got home. "I'll be there in half an hour", she said.
She wanted to take me out to dinner. "I wish you'd have said something," I said. I'd been eating peanut butter on crackers ever since McLunch. I'm trying to gain some weight. "So where do you want to go?"
"You need to ask? D'Arcy's!"
Of course. D'Arcy's was packed, with a half hour wait for a table, and it was only 5:00. If you're in Springfield, know that D'Arcy's food must have heroin in it, because it's addictive as hell. It's also reasonably priced (almost cheap), and the service is always excellent. It's my favorite restaraunt, too. I noticed that most of its other patrons were obese. Not just fat, obese to the point that a few more pounds of lard under their skins and they'd break their legs from the weight.
As we were waiting for a table, Tami called. "Whatcha doin'?"
"We're at D'arcy's waiting for a table, what are you doin'?"
"Going crazy!"
I got a pint of some flavor of Irish beer or other while we waited for a table. Half hour later or so a waitress seated us. Patty had corned beef and cabbage (of course). I had the second best cup of soup I've ever eaten (the best was actually potato soup at Top Cat's, which is perhaps my second favorite restaraunt) and a stuffed portabella mushroom.
I only finished half the huge mushroom.
We went home and watched "Earl", which Patty said she was sick of. Turns out her fiance is an Earl fan too and they have the first couple of seasons on DVD. I made Patty promise to supply me with some Earl, since they sell DVDs at her game store.
When Earl was over she said she was going to her friend's for a while. As she left, Tami called. "Wacha doin'?"
"I just finished watching Earl with my daughter."
"I forgot it was even on!"
"You missed it, it was a good one. I laughed my ass off!" Well, I had smoked a little pot after dinner, but Patty doesn't touch the stuff and she laughed quite a bit, too. Not as much as me.
I went back to Felber's with Tami.
Double trouble coming?
Thursday May 15, @11:14AM
Well it seems to me, lord that this ol boy just dont fit
Well I can jump into a rosebush and come out smelling like shit
-Allen Collins and Ronnie VanZant
"You have 28 new messages waiting for you, and 0 old messages." And with slashdot's fucktarded new five minute wait between replies for people with excellent karma, which is gotten by making witty, insightful, interesting comments, I'm supposed to answer these guys? AND comment on any new topics that may be posted?
Tami's been squatting at my place since her alien husband joined the National Guard. It's been a while. First he had to go to Lackland AFB in Texas to learn English. He spoke English already, but must not have spoken it well enough to be in the army.
He flunked the class and had to take it again.
Then somebody in his class got busted for dope, and they had to wait two weeks for the urine test results.
Here it is months later and he's en route to Ft Benning, Georgia for Basic Training. Then, he tells his unemployed, now-homeless wife, he's taking paratroop training.
I haven't said anything to Tami but I think he's lying. Meanwhile she's been staying at my house. She was a godsend when I was recouperating from the vitrectomy. This wasn't some easy LASIK laser surgery. It wasn't even an easy needle stuck in the eyeball ("Piece of cake", my mom said of her cataract surgery when I talked with her before my own). This involved having the vitreous fluid removed from my eyeball, a nitrogen bubble inserted, and having to keep my head down for a week and a half afterwards.
She's been cooking and cleaning and generally earning her keep, unlike the others who have stayed at mcgrew's home for wayward women.
But I had to kick her out.
For a while, anyway. My daughter had called from Cincinatti and was coming for a visit. One of my "house rules" is that wayward woman aren't allowed when my daughter's here.
"I'm leaving Cincinatti now, is it raining there?"
"No, let me look at the weather channel site... nope, looks like Cincinatti's on the west side of the rain, you'll drive out of it in no time."
"Good! I'll see you around seven then".
Tami, still at my house, was going to stay with John and Jennifer while my daughter was home.
The phone rang. It was Amy. I hadn't seen her in over a month, when she borrowed twenty bucks from me with the promise of paying it back that Friday.
That, coupled with a few things I won't talk about here, not only has her in the top ten of my shit list, but she IS the top ten of my shit list.
She wanted me to come out to pick her up from her boyfriend's out in the country. She was SO lonely and worse, was out of alcohol. I said no. Actually what I said was "Are you fucking JOKING? You still owe me that twenty dollars and it'll take fifteen bucks in gas just to get out there", an exaggeration, but still... "No, I ain't taking off work to go drinking with you."
Half hour later the phone rang again. It was Amy, again. She missed me and wanted to party with me at Farley's or somewhere. And she had some private stuff she wanted to talk about. She had taken a cab to town, could I take off and buy her a drink?
Somehow I let myself be talked into it. Actually I talked myself into it, wanting to bitch her out about the money she owed me, as well as some other things I'm pissed about. I took off work and went and got her.
I took her to Felber's. She'd not been in that bar before. "Isn't it weird," she said as we stood outside Felbers, she with a roll-yer-own cigarette, "how here it is in the ghetto and these bars here are all white bars?"
"Well, black people come in these bars sometimes too" I said. But she was right; it is a bit weird.
She unloaded her personal problems on me, and I bought her a shot and a beer.
When my daughter goes back to Cincinatti, I may be saddled with two room mates.
I'm an idiot.
I dropped her off where I'd picked her up and went home, collected Tami, and went back to Felber's.
The bartender gave me a REAL funny look as I ordered beers for us.
Well I can jump into a rosebush and come out smelling like shit
-Allen Collins and Ronnie VanZant
"You have 28 new messages waiting for you, and 0 old messages." And with slashdot's fucktarded new five minute wait between replies for people with excellent karma, which is gotten by making witty, insightful, interesting comments, I'm supposed to answer these guys? AND comment on any new topics that may be posted?
Tami's been squatting at my place since her alien husband joined the National Guard. It's been a while. First he had to go to Lackland AFB in Texas to learn English. He spoke English already, but must not have spoken it well enough to be in the army.
He flunked the class and had to take it again.
Then somebody in his class got busted for dope, and they had to wait two weeks for the urine test results.
Here it is months later and he's en route to Ft Benning, Georgia for Basic Training. Then, he tells his unemployed, now-homeless wife, he's taking paratroop training.
I haven't said anything to Tami but I think he's lying. Meanwhile she's been staying at my house. She was a godsend when I was recouperating from the vitrectomy. This wasn't some easy LASIK laser surgery. It wasn't even an easy needle stuck in the eyeball ("Piece of cake", my mom said of her cataract surgery when I talked with her before my own). This involved having the vitreous fluid removed from my eyeball, a nitrogen bubble inserted, and having to keep my head down for a week and a half afterwards.
She's been cooking and cleaning and generally earning her keep, unlike the others who have stayed at mcgrew's home for wayward women.
But I had to kick her out.
For a while, anyway. My daughter had called from Cincinatti and was coming for a visit. One of my "house rules" is that wayward woman aren't allowed when my daughter's here.
"I'm leaving Cincinatti now, is it raining there?"
"No, let me look at the weather channel site... nope, looks like Cincinatti's on the west side of the rain, you'll drive out of it in no time."
"Good! I'll see you around seven then".
Tami, still at my house, was going to stay with John and Jennifer while my daughter was home.
The phone rang. It was Amy. I hadn't seen her in over a month, when she borrowed twenty bucks from me with the promise of paying it back that Friday.
That, coupled with a few things I won't talk about here, not only has her in the top ten of my shit list, but she IS the top ten of my shit list.
She wanted me to come out to pick her up from her boyfriend's out in the country. She was SO lonely and worse, was out of alcohol. I said no. Actually what I said was "Are you fucking JOKING? You still owe me that twenty dollars and it'll take fifteen bucks in gas just to get out there", an exaggeration, but still... "No, I ain't taking off work to go drinking with you."
Half hour later the phone rang again. It was Amy, again. She missed me and wanted to party with me at Farley's or somewhere. And she had some private stuff she wanted to talk about. She had taken a cab to town, could I take off and buy her a drink?
Somehow I let myself be talked into it. Actually I talked myself into it, wanting to bitch her out about the money she owed me, as well as some other things I'm pissed about. I took off work and went and got her.
I took her to Felber's. She'd not been in that bar before. "Isn't it weird," she said as we stood outside Felbers, she with a roll-yer-own cigarette, "how here it is in the ghetto and these bars here are all white bars?"
"Well, black people come in these bars sometimes too" I said. But she was right; it is a bit weird.
She unloaded her personal problems on me, and I bought her a shot and a beer.
When my daughter goes back to Cincinatti, I may be saddled with two room mates.
I'm an idiot.
I dropped her off where I'd picked her up and went home, collected Tami, and went back to Felber's.
The bartender gave me a REAL funny look as I ordered beers for us.
Trolling at Farley's
Monday May 12, @11:37AM
Mines a tale that cant be told,
My freedom I hold dear;
I guess I got to ramble on,
And nows the time, the time is now
To sing my song.
The new word of the day is "corporatti". That's the rich people who control the mainstream media and have chandeliers and red carpets in their horse barns.
If you made a comment to a comment I made and am wondering why I neglected to answer you, it's because all of a sudden it's as if I'm not logged on. I'm waiting a LOOOOONG time to not get the "slow down cowboy".
It appears that other slashdotters have noticed this, too. It's annoying, especially considering that slashdot's trying to become a "myspace for nerds" with friends, foes, freaks, fans, and fishheads, and their "message center".
"You have 30 new messages waiting for you, and 5 old ones." Yeah, well with a five minute wait between posts It's gonna take a while.
Is this slashdot's answer to the need to upgrade server capacity? I noticed that Friday it was pretty slow loading pages, I was afraid I slashdotted slashdot by linking slashdot on slashdot again.
But enough slashdot, you want to hear about women and drinking and more women. Oh yeah, and women.
No whores today, sorry.
Saturday morning I got up to the smell of frying eggs. That's one of the advantages of having a fat woman stayng with you.
We ate, drank our coffee, and went to the bank to cash a check, then to Farley's.
As we sat there drinking our minipitcher, an elderly old geezer sat on the other side of Tami taking notes with a pencil on a white pad of paper.
Farley's will let anybody in there. Kind of like slashdot.
Tami spied Bobo at the other end of the bar. "There's that asshole Bobo", she said. "I ought to lick your face just to give him something to talk about!"
"Ewww!" I said. "Please don't!"
She thought the thought was funny. If it had been anyone else whose face she'd threatened to lick I might have found it humorous. I had been trolled by the very troll I brought in with me!
The old guy with the pencil kept looking towards us, then looking away as we looked over. It kind of spooked me a little, but Tami, AKA Lucy Furr, wasn't the least bit perturbed.
"Do you MIND?" she finally said to the old coot. "You're getting way too close there, buddy. My brother and I are trying to enjoy our date! And it isn't easy finding a babysitter for our kid!"
The old man got a horrified expression on his face and left.
We laughed our asses off until the pitcher was done, and went to Felbers, since I don't like drinking more that two beers that far from home.
Well, and the beer's cheaper at Felber's, too. Which is strange, because Farley's is a shithole dump downtown right across from the train station, while Felber's is a nice respectable redneck bar in the middle of the ghetto.
Crazy Debbie got herself barred from Felber's. Nobody gets barred from Farley's.
Back in cyberspace, slashdot had a thread titled Google's Shareholders Vote Against Human Rights.
Google's shareholders have mod points, it seems! And unlike the two guys that started Google and made it what it is today; no, strike that, made it what it WAS before the boys who control the root of all evil got hold of it, they don't know HTML.
The worship of mammon, our national religion, forbids laughter. The root of all evil can't abide jocularity. Especially when their golden cow is the butt of the joke.
They don't have a fucking clue how HTML works, either.
Going for "funny" I replied Do<strike>no</strike> evil. Now, those of you who dabble in HTML and post at slashdot know how this particular thing is constructed at slashdot, where there is no <strike> tag. It looks something like this: <b>do</b>&;lt;strike>no&;lt;/strike><b>evil</b>
The freak "anonymous coward" is obviously a google shareholder. It wrote (as ignorant of grammar as HTML) "Google has to listen to it's investors. Also, if you plan on trolling, at least use the preview button. Fucking newfag."
Emphasis is mine; the poor illiterate doesn't know that it's he's she's it's, and his, hers, its.
I don't know what a "newfag" is. Is that the first cigarette a Brit pulls out of the package?
It looks like there was a modwar on that comment. Another AC answered (or was it the same guy?) "'Newfag'? Fucking 4chan-reading imbecile."
Apparently I'm not the only one never to have heard that particular... is it an insult? I would imagine it must be, as I was accused of trolling. From the linked Wikipedia article:
Well, striking the "not" from Google's "do no evil" is certainly not controversial any more, since they do not, in fact, support human rights any more (and was the subject of TFA).
Why whether or not a search engine is evil would be controversial is beyond me. Their search engine is certainly the best on the internet, but their purchase of the dastardly doubleclick, an entirely evil company whose only purpose is internet stalking, certainly is evil.
Google put the lie to "do no evil" when it bought doubleclick.
I must not be the only one to whom "newfag" is new. Mr. Baggins (s4ck) wrote
This is a good point, even if Santa doesn't know that "who's" is the contraction for "who is". Amazing that intelligent nerds can be illiterate (but I've been guilty of illiteracy at times myself, particularly when I don't get my coffee). Mammon worshipers' religious pursuit of profits is, to mammon worshipers, the ultimate good and anything that keeps the rich from aggregating the wealth created by the poor is in their eyes, evil.
I never looked at it that way. To a mammon worshiper, "do no evil" means "you must make as much money as possible, and harm as many non-stockholders as possible".
Maxo-Texas points out, oblivious of the tenets of mameity, that "Google is helping to censor and erase the existence of chinese citizens. Yahoo is helping to imprison people for their speech. Both are giving aid and comfort to an enemy government."
But giving aid and comfort to whose enemy? Google has shareholders all over the world! Like ADM, it is NOT an American company. If it were, it would be owned by Americans.
Amazing how a zero rated "troll" can generate such good discussion. If that was a troll, I need to troll more.
I wonder if the coot we saw at Farley's is at slashdot?
Tami's family has money. When she was young, they raised show horses. When she was young, she showed them at horse shows. She says she ate, breathed, and lived horses. She was reading a novel about horse shows (and the author's first name was, coincidentally, Tami) and she'd read a paragraph out of it as I was driving.
The book was incredibly ignorant. The passage said that there were rich and poor showing horses, and I interrupted her.
"What the fuck? Poor people don't have horses! I'm middle class and I can't afford a horse!"
"Well, compared to some of the other owners, we were poor. We were lucky to afford a stall at the faigrounds, the rich people had whole buildings, with chandeliers and red carpet!"
"In a BARN?"
"Yeah, those are rich people. Everybody else is poor."
I dropped her at the library so she could trade the horse book she'd just finished for some murder mystery or other and went to Farley's.
"Pitcher?" Tammy asked. "No, it's just me today and it'll get hot before I finish it. Just a glass, please."
Halfway throught the glass and the old guy comes in with his note pad - and again sits down next to me. But my troll was at the library, so I didn't have any fun.
Well, ok, I did have a little fun. I cut a silent but deadly fart, loudly asked "Who farted?" and glared at the old fart sitting next to me with his pad and pencil.
He left.
As I was starting on my second beer, the phone rang. Sheila, the owner, (who the horse-showing rich people with chandelliers in the barns would consider poor) answered it. "No, he's not here."
I got Tammy's attention. "That wasn't for me, was it?"
It wasn't. "I left Tami my phone and she's supposed to call me when she's ready for me to get her, would you let me know?"
Soon enough the call came, and I went to collect Tami, whose poor familiy showed horses.
If you've been in Farley's with a pad of paper... man, you're in the wrong bar. You could get hurt in there. I mean, Roger beat the shit out of some woman one night, and I hear she's a badass. You need to go next door to the gay bar, I'm sure the people in there are more interesting than a bunch of pot smoking hippies and alcoholics.
My freedom I hold dear;
I guess I got to ramble on,
And nows the time, the time is now
To sing my song.
The new word of the day is "corporatti". That's the rich people who control the mainstream media and have chandeliers and red carpets in their horse barns.
If you made a comment to a comment I made and am wondering why I neglected to answer you, it's because all of a sudden it's as if I'm not logged on. I'm waiting a LOOOOONG time to not get the "slow down cowboy".
It appears that other slashdotters have noticed this, too. It's annoying, especially considering that slashdot's trying to become a "myspace for nerds" with friends, foes, freaks, fans, and fishheads, and their "message center".
"You have 30 new messages waiting for you, and 5 old ones." Yeah, well with a five minute wait between posts It's gonna take a while.
Is this slashdot's answer to the need to upgrade server capacity? I noticed that Friday it was pretty slow loading pages, I was afraid I slashdotted slashdot by linking slashdot on slashdot again.
But enough slashdot, you want to hear about women and drinking and more women. Oh yeah, and women.
No whores today, sorry.
Saturday morning I got up to the smell of frying eggs. That's one of the advantages of having a fat woman stayng with you.
We ate, drank our coffee, and went to the bank to cash a check, then to Farley's.
As we sat there drinking our minipitcher, an elderly old geezer sat on the other side of Tami taking notes with a pencil on a white pad of paper.
Farley's will let anybody in there. Kind of like slashdot.
Tami spied Bobo at the other end of the bar. "There's that asshole Bobo", she said. "I ought to lick your face just to give him something to talk about!"
"Ewww!" I said. "Please don't!"
She thought the thought was funny. If it had been anyone else whose face she'd threatened to lick I might have found it humorous. I had been trolled by the very troll I brought in with me!
The old guy with the pencil kept looking towards us, then looking away as we looked over. It kind of spooked me a little, but Tami, AKA Lucy Furr, wasn't the least bit perturbed.
"Do you MIND?" she finally said to the old coot. "You're getting way too close there, buddy. My brother and I are trying to enjoy our date! And it isn't easy finding a babysitter for our kid!"
The old man got a horrified expression on his face and left.
We laughed our asses off until the pitcher was done, and went to Felbers, since I don't like drinking more that two beers that far from home.
Well, and the beer's cheaper at Felber's, too. Which is strange, because Farley's is a shithole dump downtown right across from the train station, while Felber's is a nice respectable redneck bar in the middle of the ghetto.
Crazy Debbie got herself barred from Felber's. Nobody gets barred from Farley's.
Back in cyberspace, slashdot had a thread titled Google's Shareholders Vote Against Human Rights.
Google's shareholders have mod points, it seems! And unlike the two guys that started Google and made it what it is today; no, strike that, made it what it WAS before the boys who control the root of all evil got hold of it, they don't know HTML.
The worship of mammon, our national religion, forbids laughter. The root of all evil can't abide jocularity. Especially when their golden cow is the butt of the joke.
They don't have a fucking clue how HTML works, either.
Going for "funny" I replied Do<strike>no</strike> evil. Now, those of you who dabble in HTML and post at slashdot know how this particular thing is constructed at slashdot, where there is no <strike> tag. It looks something like this: <b>do</b>&;lt;strike>no&;lt;/strike><b>evil</b>
The freak "anonymous coward" is obviously a google shareholder. It wrote (as ignorant of grammar as HTML) "Google has to listen to it's investors. Also, if you plan on trolling, at least use the preview button. Fucking newfag."
Emphasis is mine; the poor illiterate doesn't know that it's he's she's it's, and his, hers, its.
I don't know what a "newfag" is. Is that the first cigarette a Brit pulls out of the package?
It looks like there was a modwar on that comment. Another AC answered (or was it the same guy?) "'Newfag'? Fucking 4chan-reading imbecile."
Apparently I'm not the only one never to have heard that particular... is it an insult? I would imagine it must be, as I was accused of trolling. From the linked Wikipedia article:
Sorry, mr ac, if you were trying to insult me with the "fag" moniker, you're going to have to try harder. Call me a "fag" in meatspace and I'll laugh at you. Only homosexuals are offended by "fag", you dimwitted coward.An Internet troll, or simply troll in Internet slang, is someone who posts controversial and usually irrelevant or off-topic messages in an online community, such as an online discussion forum or chat room, with the intention of baiting other users into an emotional response[1] or to generally disrupt normal on-topic discussion.[2]
Well, striking the "not" from Google's "do no evil" is certainly not controversial any more, since they do not, in fact, support human rights any more (and was the subject of TFA).
Why whether or not a search engine is evil would be controversial is beyond me. Their search engine is certainly the best on the internet, but their purchase of the dastardly doubleclick, an entirely evil company whose only purpose is internet stalking, certainly is evil.
Google put the lie to "do no evil" when it bought doubleclick.
I must not be the only one to whom "newfag" is new. Mr. Baggins (s4ck) wrote
Klaus replied "Evil in who's eyes? Robbing shareholders of profits can be seen as evil too."i like this one. newfag. what the hell ever it means.. why new? i'll try to call someone that at the office.. see what happened.
as far a 4chan-reading imbecile.. what is 4chan?
i like reading/. ... always something new to learn through the redundancy... hmmmm...
This is a good point, even if Santa doesn't know that "who's" is the contraction for "who is". Amazing that intelligent nerds can be illiterate (but I've been guilty of illiteracy at times myself, particularly when I don't get my coffee). Mammon worshipers' religious pursuit of profits is, to mammon worshipers, the ultimate good and anything that keeps the rich from aggregating the wealth created by the poor is in their eyes, evil.
I never looked at it that way. To a mammon worshiper, "do no evil" means "you must make as much money as possible, and harm as many non-stockholders as possible".
Maxo-Texas points out, oblivious of the tenets of mameity, that "Google is helping to censor and erase the existence of chinese citizens. Yahoo is helping to imprison people for their speech. Both are giving aid and comfort to an enemy government."
But giving aid and comfort to whose enemy? Google has shareholders all over the world! Like ADM, it is NOT an American company. If it were, it would be owned by Americans.
Amazing how a zero rated "troll" can generate such good discussion. If that was a troll, I need to troll more.
I wonder if the coot we saw at Farley's is at slashdot?
Tami's family has money. When she was young, they raised show horses. When she was young, she showed them at horse shows. She says she ate, breathed, and lived horses. She was reading a novel about horse shows (and the author's first name was, coincidentally, Tami) and she'd read a paragraph out of it as I was driving.
The book was incredibly ignorant. The passage said that there were rich and poor showing horses, and I interrupted her.
"What the fuck? Poor people don't have horses! I'm middle class and I can't afford a horse!"
"Well, compared to some of the other owners, we were poor. We were lucky to afford a stall at the faigrounds, the rich people had whole buildings, with chandeliers and red carpet!"
"In a BARN?"
"Yeah, those are rich people. Everybody else is poor."
I dropped her at the library so she could trade the horse book she'd just finished for some murder mystery or other and went to Farley's.
"Pitcher?" Tammy asked. "No, it's just me today and it'll get hot before I finish it. Just a glass, please."
Halfway throught the glass and the old guy comes in with his note pad - and again sits down next to me. But my troll was at the library, so I didn't have any fun.
Well, ok, I did have a little fun. I cut a silent but deadly fart, loudly asked "Who farted?" and glared at the old fart sitting next to me with his pad and pencil.
He left.
As I was starting on my second beer, the phone rang. Sheila, the owner, (who the horse-showing rich people with chandelliers in the barns would consider poor) answered it. "No, he's not here."
I got Tammy's attention. "That wasn't for me, was it?"
It wasn't. "I left Tami my phone and she's supposed to call me when she's ready for me to get her, would you let me know?"
Soon enough the call came, and I went to collect Tami, whose poor familiy showed horses.
If you've been in Farley's with a pad of paper... man, you're in the wrong bar. You could get hurt in there. I mean, Roger beat the shit out of some woman one night, and I hear she's a badass. You need to go next door to the gay bar, I'm sure the people in there are more interesting than a bunch of pot smoking hippies and alcoholics.
Troll biting
Friday May 09, @11:21AM
How do you tell if a troll has met Bilbo? He's stoned, of course!
Despite going to the Biters anonymous meetings, sometimes I backslide. It happens; just ask any reformed alcoholic, for example.
My latest bite was extra egregous.
A troll posted a hate-filled racist flamebait and I bit, and bit hard.
The anonymous cowardly lyin' wrote
Despite going to the Biters anonymous meetings, sometimes I backslide. It happens; just ask any reformed alcoholic, for example.
My latest bite was extra egregous.
A troll posted a hate-filled racist flamebait and I bit, and bit hard.
The anonymous cowardly lyin' wrote
If you live in the ghetto and there's a lot of crime and you're poor, just keep having sex without birth control! That's right, if you thought birth control was expensive, just wait until you pop out 3-5 kids that you know damned well you can't afford! But that's okay, you can always go on welfare, that way you can have the government use force-or-the-threat-of-force (confiscatory taxes) to take someone else's money away and give it to you to support what you knew you could not afford. Isn't that wonderful! And if most people who do this happen to be black, don't you dare point this out, because why that might harm their self-esteem and OH NO we can't have that! If you then blame Whitey for your lot in life and for the fact that you refuse to make better choices, then and only then are you a TRUE NIGGA
Go ahead and mod me down for responding to this offtopic troll. I deserve it for biting. In fact I'm modding myself down with the "no karma bonus" box.
If you live in the ghetto and there's a lot of crime and you're poor, just keep having sex without birth control!
I live very near the ghetto and there's a lot of crime, but I'm middle class, you elitist piece of shit.
That's right, if you thought birth control was expensive, just wait until you pop out 3-5 kids that you know damned well you can't afford!
I was married ten years before I realized that there's no such thing as being able to afford kids. I now wish I'd had them when I was 25 instead of 35.
But that's okay, you can always go on welfare
No you can't; not in the US anyway. In case you've been asleep for over a decade, in 1996 Congress passed and Clinton signed welfare reform into law. Ir abolished the entitlemen AFDC, welfare with the goal of subsidising families and replaced it with TANF, which has the goal of getting poor people into the workforce and has a two year limit on benefits, five years lifetime. There is no longer welfare in America, Bubba. Tell your lord and savior Rush Limbaugh, would you?
And if most people who do this happen to be black, don't you dare point this out
Actually, most people who were on AFDC were as white as me, and I have hazel eyes, you stupid racist dumbass.
Go troll a non-tech forum with your stupidity. Judging from the troll you used, I suggest this one [democratic...ground.com]. Hiint: I've never been to that site.
-mcgrew
ps: FOAD.
There is no longer welfare in America, Bubba.
Sure there is. It's called the Earned Income Tax Credit, and even if you have no tax liability you are still "entitled" to it and more children = more tax credit. Note that more than 40% of the USA adult population has zero federal tax liability. They did not abolish welfare; they gave it a new name and a new face. It's still the same ol' idea though - income redistribution. This kind of micromanagement of our lives via carrot-and-stick tactics is precisely why an income tax is a bad idea. There is a good reason why the Constitution had to be amended to allow an income tax, and it wasn't because the Founders accidentally forgot to include it.
At any rate, the persistence of some kind of welfare that always rewards having children you can't really afford is simple (to put that another way, since your sensibilities seem rather tender, the reason why there is no government incentive to remain childless is simple). Our economy is based on lending money at interest. This is thanks to the idiotic decision to abandon the gold standard and embrace the private corporation known as the Federal Reserve. Basically, this means that if the population does not continue to grow, the economy collapses in a way that will make any "recession" seem like a picnic. So, whether it's really a good idea or not, whether there is any logical or moral justification for it or not, whether it's a sound long-term investment or not, and whether it is their province or not, the government has a strong vested interest in encouraging people to reproduce.
Actually, most people who were on AFDC were as white as me, and I have hazel eyes, you stupid racist dumbass.
The question is not whether a counter-example like you exists. The question is not whether there are more white people who received welfare than black people who received welfare. The pertinent question is, proportional to their percentage of the population, which group received more subsidies? There really is no debate about that one. The only debate is whether it is caused by racism or by things like a culture that does not value education etc.
I'll try to have a journal about meatspace next week. maybe one about a meatspace troll; there are certainly plenty of them here in Springfield.Sure there is. It's called the Earned Income Tax Credit
Key words are "earned income". You have to have a job to get it, and what's more, a job that pays starvation wages. It isn't the poor person getting this welfare, it's the company that he generates wealth for that gets the government largess. Raise the minimum wage so that a wage earner can afford the cost of living and nobody will get the earned income tax credit.
But I'm sure a right wing facist like yourself doesn't belive in the minimum wage at all, that rules and regulations are for the poor while the rich and the corporations they run should be left alone by the government.
Corporate welfare is indeed still around, but welfare for poor people is not.
more children = more tax credit
That's the Child Care credit, and it's there so that widow White can afford babysitters for her two kids so she can go to work for starvation wages.
The question is not whether there are more white people who received welfare than black people who received welfare.
And I already gave you your answer, Mr. Limbaugh. More white people were on AFDC than all other races combined.
Duke Nukem 4ever
Thursday May 08, @03:28PM
"One whom crosses Duke Nukem is comparable to one whom is dead."
~ Oscar Wilde on Duke Nukem
"Come get some!"
~ Duke Nukem on opening a new McDonald's restaurant
"If that don't teach you a lesson, might show you his Smith and Wesson"
~ Foreigner (Headknocker)
According to the uncyclopedia, Duke Nukem was 2nd on the Rolling Stones "500 Baddest Motherfuckers of all time" following Chuck Norris.
Every now and then somebody at slashdot mentions the old guy, and laughs about him. Man, you shouldn't laugh at an old war hero whose seen better days like that! I don't see anybody laughing about John Wayne. Uh, ok, that link does, but they're assholes. Not serious assholes, just your every other day garden variety assholes.
Well, maybe that link and Jackie Chan in the movie Shanghai Noon.
Oh, and at Felber's, too. There's a big framed portrait of the Duke (Wayne, not Newton... I mean, Nukem), and somebody put a speech balloon on it that says "I never pushed 1 for English".
But I digress. I was hanging around with Duke (Nukem, not Wayne) when he was a squeaky little side scroller. I saw him yesterday, the poor old guy isn't doing too well.
"Duke!" I said. "Hey, dude, it's mcgrew, haven't seen you in a while! Where you been?"
"Hey mcgrew, hi, howarya, haven't seen you since you took that vacation to Stroggos. I' been in the hospital lately mostly." He was bald, wrinkled, walked with a stoop and carried a cane. No doubt the cane had a sword in it. Or even more likely, a chain saw.
"What happened?"
"Well, after Mr. Broussard and the guys retired me I started drinking pretty heavy. I wound up homeless and depressed, and tried to kill myself. They said I had PTSD and put me on Paxil. Boy, mix that stuff with alcohol...
"Then I got a bad case of gout. I have arthritis all over now."
It was sad, seeing my old hero like this.
"Who's your doctor?" I asked.
"I'm indigent, so I have to go to the VA hospital and take whoever they give me. The new doctor's name is 'Proton'. They tell me he's pretty good."
originally posted as a comment that I fattened up a little and edited somewhat. This journal may or may not be continued. Until then, you can find a trailer for Duke Nukem 4ever here
Slashdot poll:
Favorite Newton:
Fig
Sir Isaac
Wayne
Duke
Natalie
Olivia
~ Oscar Wilde on Duke Nukem
"Come get some!"
~ Duke Nukem on opening a new McDonald's restaurant
"If that don't teach you a lesson, might show you his Smith and Wesson"
~ Foreigner (Headknocker)
According to the uncyclopedia, Duke Nukem was 2nd on the Rolling Stones "500 Baddest Motherfuckers of all time" following Chuck Norris.
Every now and then somebody at slashdot mentions the old guy, and laughs about him. Man, you shouldn't laugh at an old war hero whose seen better days like that! I don't see anybody laughing about John Wayne. Uh, ok, that link does, but they're assholes. Not serious assholes, just your every other day garden variety assholes.
Well, maybe that link and Jackie Chan in the movie Shanghai Noon.
Oh, and at Felber's, too. There's a big framed portrait of the Duke (Wayne, not Newton... I mean, Nukem), and somebody put a speech balloon on it that says "I never pushed 1 for English".
But I digress. I was hanging around with Duke (Nukem, not Wayne) when he was a squeaky little side scroller. I saw him yesterday, the poor old guy isn't doing too well.
"Duke!" I said. "Hey, dude, it's mcgrew, haven't seen you in a while! Where you been?"
"Hey mcgrew, hi, howarya, haven't seen you since you took that vacation to Stroggos. I' been in the hospital lately mostly." He was bald, wrinkled, walked with a stoop and carried a cane. No doubt the cane had a sword in it. Or even more likely, a chain saw.
"What happened?"
"Well, after Mr. Broussard and the guys retired me I started drinking pretty heavy. I wound up homeless and depressed, and tried to kill myself. They said I had PTSD and put me on Paxil. Boy, mix that stuff with alcohol...
"Then I got a bad case of gout. I have arthritis all over now."
It was sad, seeing my old hero like this.
"Who's your doctor?" I asked.
"I'm indigent, so I have to go to the VA hospital and take whoever they give me. The new doctor's name is 'Proton'. They tell me he's pretty good."
originally posted as a comment that I fattened up a little and edited somewhat. This journal may or may not be continued. Until then, you can find a trailer for Duke Nukem 4ever here
Slashdot poll:
Favorite Newton:
Fig
Sir Isaac
Wayne
Duke
Natalie
Olivia
Fool me once, shame on you (Score:0, Troll)
Fool me twice, shame on me.
I'd been playing DOOM since I played the first one on my old 386, with the graphics turned down enough that it was playable. As soon as I saw DOOM 2 on the shelf I bought it, too. I had hundreds of user-created levels for the two DOOMS.
DOOM 3 came out. I'd just had my CPU fry from its fan failing, and bought a new motherboard and video card. I bought DOOM 3, knowing I had enough hardware to throw at the game.
It required the new Windows OS, XP. Sixty bucks for a game that wouldn't run on my OS. It still sits on the shelf uninstalled. I didn't RTFA, but don't think I have to to know that it's going to require a four CPU machine with a $10,000 video card and Windows Vista (service pack six) to run.
I'm done with Id's software. R.I.P. Springfield Fragfest.
-mcgrew
