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Saturday, May 14th, 2005
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12:03p - Hi Res Press Picture Trader Wank
This is a world that I recently have been exploring. People who trade logins or access to press picture places. I don't know who makes up these people. Probably picture lovers, icon artists, fansite owners (because I recognized one person who runs a ton of fansites on there).
The knock off of trading logins is you might get scammed. The accusation was posted here and further warned that the friend of twenty1 is also a scammer here.
Not one to stay quiet when one's rep is trashed, twenty1 posts here that she/he? was falsely accused:
fuck ur trick. is it my fault i dont check the accessibility of all my logins everyday. and what did i tell them when i found out it was dead ? (oh by the way it was sweet before i started trading it). i told them i would sort them out with a wireimage hq when i get another. and thanks to u my friend uve just give me the impression that the people i dealt with re wireimage have been slagging me off to other board members. i will be keeping my logins to myself from now on. at least ill know they wont be killed off by other traders abusing them.
Things get messy when the friends join in. And the friends are then accused of being the same person.
These same people have been at each other's throats before.
I love when people start to type SUPER BIG.
Actually, if you scroll to the bottom of May 6, you see this whole transcript of yelling. Choice words like "FUCK OFF SCAMMER YOUR NAMES GOING EVERYWHERE".
I love picture posters. They're such a unique breed. heh.
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9:00p - Restaurant Wank
I love food. I really do. Especially really good food. However, there is 'very good food' and 'very wanky food', and this is just wanky:
http://forums.egullet.org/index.php?s=8cf00bae8fd96d4fc4231d209f61734c&showtopic=66997&st=0
There are some particular titles that leap out: "FOIE GRAS rhubarb, sweet onion, walnut". I have this feeling that this is what's left at the back of the Queen's fridge when she's forgotten to go shopping.
Plates? Plates are for losers! We put our food on coathangers!
One for Dr Who fans only; but doesn't that look just like Adam's pre-frozen vomit?
You can tell it's a posh place; when the waiters spit in the food they take the time to get up a huuuge mouthful of spit.
Then you can read the pages and pages of "Oh Daaaaaahling, the food looks simply Maaaaahhhvelous".
The tastes were extraordinary and if they weren't they were always interesting. I find lots of things interesting. There is a huge difference between 'interesting' and 'yummy'. And even the normal stuff: "apricots, puffed wild rice maybe, yogurt--and suddenly you realize you're eating breakfast, a yogurt and granola breakfast"; yeah, but I don't pay $175 for my yoghurt and granola.
Just when you thought it couldn't get any wankier... graphs are produced.
And you have to pee in time with the service, of course.
This meal takes seven and a half hours to eat. My arse would be numb and I'd have pins and needles in that length of time. And 28 courses or not, with portions that tiny I might well have sent out for some chips to stop myself starving.
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