Re: I thought I had swine flu...
No, just too crap.
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Oh it's just default colloquial usage. Think of it in inverted commas. 'Acquaintance' is too long and formal and cold, 'chum' or 'mate' or would sound ghastly and wouldn't travel (and it was a US site to begin with of course, so yeah, 'buddy' or 'pal' - ugh on those). 'Contacts' is too business-like... etc. Don't read too much into it, I'd say. I mean, why upset yourself, y'know?
But then, I live in London where we greet almost everyone with a smacker on the cheek, so maybe my social stuff is all askew. Shrug. I don't care. I know who my real friends are without having to save the word 'friend' exclusively for them.
Well, since you posted that at 11pm, I was on my way to bed after watching Mad Men. I don't work 24 hours a day, you know. I go home at 5.30, I eat, I feed the dog, I socialise, I follow brilliant imported telly drama. I sleep. Blissful commentless sleep. Mmmmmm.
So yes, someone in the US office moderated that one. To be honest I probably would have let it through myself since it didn't contain The Swear To End All Swears. (It's Barbra, though, not Barbara... but I'll let you off for the South Park reference.)
Oh and we don't edit comments. We accept or reject. There's none of that fannying about around here.
As you were.
It's not necessarily 'in the name of entertainment' - but then 'entertainment' can be a pretty broad church. Every film produced doesn't have to be lovely or immediately and obviously edifying - nor is every film that includes sexual content intended to be titillating.
I don't know, in this instance, but the point is that a narrow view of these things helps no one.
I am barely awake, though, so I may be entirely incoherent.
Anything can be art. It's all in the context. You can explore anything you want to in whatever medium.
I think the BBFC will have to take care not to er, self-censor as the public is being pushed to do with extreme porn. But in this instance - I don't know, I'd have to see the film. Which I can't. But I could barely watch Audition, strong as my stomach is for that sort of thing. But I don't think that was beneath classification. Ah, I don't know. I'm tired.
It's not that you're 'wrong'. You're just irritating. As far as I'm concerned you can do what you like without censure around me, including smoking, but as soon as that cloud hits my eyes or nose I will not be inclined to be your pal. I may indicate this by scowling at you. It should be fairly easy to work out why. How hard is it to just take that kind of criticism on the chin? You've got a silly and selfish habit that bothers people, you're going to have to roll with the punches.
Of course, now the weather has improved non-smokers who want to sit outside find it's like sitting in traffic behind a bus that needs servicing.
Yes, I know, we can't have it all ways. But I have to say, if smokers want any sympathy for being booted out into the cold they should consider being a little less dickish in their defensiveness. The fact that many of them (OK, many of you) seem almost gleeful about the effect their habit has on others - long-term health claims aside, it's undeniably unpleasant for others - doesn't exactly make people want to stick up for them. Because that sort of crowing makes you sound like a selfish arsehole.
Wetherspoons don't play any music at all.
Smoking debate was unavoidable, and the 'let's not go there' was a feeble slap in the face of the inexorable. But anyway - you don't have to quit smoking to enjoy pubs if you don't like the standing-outside bit, you just have to develop sufficient willpower to go for an hour or two without sucking on your nicotine dummy. Or get an electronic cigarette. Those things are brill.
Feh.
Yes. Since Gordon was having a little stab at satire/absurdism, there will be no execution today, nor a bollocking for me. I know it must look to you lot like these threads just unspool freely across the internet, but I am always here, ever (well, mostly) vigilant, sifting and considering and jumping on any unexploded hate-bombs. I'm not infallible by any means, but clearly that comment was not hateful. It was merely daft. An important distinction.
People tend to develop drug problems because their lives are terrible. If you want to see fewer drug addicts (note: 'fewer', not 'a complete eradication of'), you have to work on making people's lives less terrible before they get to that point. But that's far too complicated and hard and takes too long and isn't easily measurable for a government.
There's always, always more to it than the drugs.
Aw, you guys. Just a couple of things:
- Yes it was all planned. It was an entirely manufactured and manipulated self-parodic kind of hissyfit. (Sorry to disappoint the conspiracy theorist who surmised that the rant was real and the "ha ha, April Fool" was just an excuse. Although of course it's true there are a few rotten apples with views I er, can't get with, who do gross me out on occasion - just not very many, hearteningly.)
- Yes, the anti-semitic comment I rejected was real, over on Lewis's killdozer story. But this is one of the rules of the threads: Any story mentioning Israel and/or Palestine shall beget a thread bearing many dodgy things about Jews. (I'm not completely Jewish, tho, since it's matrilineal - just Jew*ish*. But whether I was or not I'd still nix the nastier comments because it's the thing to do. I nix the nastiest stuff about anyone or any group, as far as possible.)
- 'CVs' should not have an apostrophe - strictly speaking yes there are letters missing, but this does not cause the possible confusion which would necessitate a mark for clarification. In other words, it's obvious it's a plural.
I mean, I think it's allowed now to use one if you really think it's necessary, but it ain't proper, as far as I'm concerned.
- Sub-editing is half my job here - moderating is the other half. With the odd bit of writing whenever I manage to slip enough sedatives into Lester's tea. I don't moderate *all* the comments - the other sub does too, sometimes the writers here and there. I'm just the only one who stamps around shouting at people in the threads. Well, so far no one's told me not to...
- You really don't need to conclude that I'm a misandrist because I deplore some of the attitudes towards women on display here and there. It doesn't compute. If I'm ever roused to go "oi" then it's a specific beef, not a generalised swipe, and it's about the opinions and the individuals, not the gender at large. Misandrists hate men. I don't.
Besides, as should now be obvious, I don't always literally mean everything I say.
- There is still a distinct lack of shoes around here. And ears.
It's true - we *are* evil.
Before anyone cries post-midday-fool foul - this story was intended to be a sidelong fess-up. Obviously my esteemed colleague was a little too subtle, and rather than letting the cat out of the bag as was the idea, it seems only to have added more and more cats. Which we were then loath to disturb.
I can't say I haven't enjoyed and appreciated the accolades, sympathy, support, ears and increasingly outrageous offers, but I can't let you suffer any longer. It's actually been very touching, in all seriousness, and I feel a tiny bit mean. Only a tiny bit, mind.
So just to confirm, I'm not going anywhere, and it was all just larks. Although I'll happily take any shoe or spa vouchers going, and flowers are always welcome. I like lilies.
Happy April 1st, you 'orrible lot.
Can we not be quite so over-caffeinated about this? You've got to admit that the definition of privacy is shifting, surely, and while it's not necessarily a problem it bears examination. People might be getting in an undue flap but it's important to monitor these things. Dismissing their concerns out of hand with a hand slapped to the forehead doesn't make for the kind of thoughtful perspective we should try to take about this and most issues.
Although it seems fair enough to say that on this occasion it's an outbreak of uninformed nimbyism by pompous Mail-reading surburban dopes.
I don't know what 'normal' is in terms of time online. If you've lost the ability to communicate with people in meatspace and find yourself trying to minimise chat windows with dullards, you might want to book a short camping break on a remote Scottish island. Y'know, just to recalibrate.
The meaning of it all? I don't know. If a server falls over in the woods, does it make a sound?
Actually, I didn't realise you were a gal, Hollerith - there are hundreds of commenters here with little to distinguish one from another (no avatars, etc) and I can't really retain much info about you individually. (It's only the major trolls, a small number of regulars and amanfromMars who I recognise, I'm afraid - not that I don't try, don't start crying y'all, etc.)
I don't really feel that way about PMS - of course it should never be used as an excuse, it's just that in many instances it can be an explanation. More power to your partner for battling through it, but it's always good to acknowledge whatever side of anything you're on that your experience is not universal (and obviously you do that explicitly right there). Women who are able to deal with it shouldn't, I think, beat up on the ones who struggle because it looks bad or lets the side down somehow - it's divisive.
I'm sorry it was you I ended up prodding to get a reaction I could react to for dastardly April Fool purposes - ironic, tho, huh?
I refer all honourable - and indeed all dishonourable - gentlemen thissaway:
http://www.theregister.co.uk/2009/04/01/moderatrix_drama/comments/
April Fool, beeyatches. Oh, and dj (and some of the rest of you) - I may have been faking it back there, but you are *so* on my List. Give you enough rope, did I?
Seriously though, thank you for all the support, and apologies for stringing you along. But ooh, we did larf.
I'm sorry, but I'm done. Every day I come here and am obliged to wade through this never-ending fast-flowing stream of sub-misogynistic slurry. The torrent of literal-minded moronic crap I can just about bear - all the cringey "mines the one" 'jokes', the hysterical, pompous Orwell-referencing and pointless, interminable screeds and rants, yeah, I can tolerate it, despite the fact that babysitting you bunch of at best boring and at worst hateful swine is not something I signed up for. (I just had to nix some fucking anti-semite wanker suggesting that Hitler was right - oh, just kiss my Jewish arse.)
But I've actually reached the end of my patience when it comes to your unrepentent bigotry. Maybe I should feel sorry for you - clearly you don't have many women in your lives, or you'd know better than to belittle and disparage and yeah, on occasion abuse the entire gender at every opportunity. You know you do it. Look at yourselves. Those of you who have posted and been puzzled as to why your comments don't appear - think about why that might be, and the things you said that I had to read. The ones of you who have miraculously managed to con some unsuspecting girl into going out with you - well, I bet you'd be bloody ashamed if they saw the kind of things you say on here without a moment's thought. Or maybe you wouldn't. Either way, you disgust me.
So that's it. Absolutely and utterly fuck the lot of you. I've packed up my stuff and deleted my Reg email account. I don't have another job to go to, but I'd rather sign on than have to mop up your nasty, noxious crap for a minute longer.