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Guinevere (![[info]](http://www.journalfen.net/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} guinevere33) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.journalfen.net/img/community.gif){kind=small} otf_wank,@ 2003-12-04 17:40:00 |
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davidkevin the gnome
I do believe I've discovered an uptapped fountain of wank!
It all began when I was randomly friended by davidkevin. I soon discovered that he posts only quizzes, so defriended him. Oh, did I ever act too soon! It seems that he has a loose definition of "relevance," and has thus attracted the loathing of many an LJ community. But he is a sensitive soul, and all the mocking got to him. So, he put up a disclaimer in his userinfo (emphasis mine):
This journal is Copyright © 2003 by David K. M. [last name deleted]. All Rights Reserved. This copyright extends to but is not limited to any posts I make in any LiveJournal communities, and to any comments I make to any other posts. Any reprinting, reposting, paraphrasing, or other reproduction of my words by other parties either elsewhere on LiveJournal or on any other website without explicit permission is forbidden. Other parties' reposting of any of my material which I have deleted is prohibited.
And then he whinged. "Why are all the people leaving the communities I post to?" He also posted excerpts of internet sociology articles talking about how repressed he and others like him are.
All of this went over like a lead balloon in one of his favoritevictims communities, dot_cattiness.
At some point (comments deleted), he apparently compared being mocked on the internet to RAPE. He was then justly mocked extensively by various members, so he deleted all his comments. And was mocked for it. By now the members had gotten themselves all in a tizzy and yet more mockage ensused, including the wonderful line "Do I detect the smell of burning martyr?"
This culminated inriverheart's suggestion that, in light of davidkevin's stated preferences, we should start using a form letter to fascilitate notification of the wanked. In the end, all of the wanking eventually culminated in a beautiful piece of poetry:
Back to the computer turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I saw a posting, something lamer than before,
"Surely," said I, "surely, that is not what I think it.
Let me see, then, what this post is, and this mystery explore.
Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore.
"davidkevin has broken wind, and nothing more."
I do believe I've discovered an uptapped fountain of wank!
It all began when I was randomly friended by davidkevin. I soon discovered that he posts only quizzes, so defriended him. Oh, did I ever act too soon! It seems that he has a loose definition of "relevance," and has thus attracted the loathing of many an LJ community. But he is a sensitive soul, and all the mocking got to him. So, he put up a disclaimer in his userinfo (emphasis mine):
This journal is Copyright © 2003 by David K. M. [last name deleted]. All Rights Reserved. This copyright extends to but is not limited to any posts I make in any LiveJournal communities, and to any comments I make to any other posts. Any reprinting, reposting, paraphrasing, or other reproduction of my words by other parties either elsewhere on LiveJournal or on any other website without explicit permission is forbidden. Other parties' reposting of any of my material which I have deleted is prohibited.
And then he whinged. "Why are all the people leaving the communities I post to?" He also posted excerpts of internet sociology articles talking about how repressed he and others like him are.
All of this went over like a lead balloon in one of his favorite
At some point (comments deleted), he apparently compared being mocked on the internet to RAPE. He was then justly mocked extensively by various members, so he deleted all his comments. And was mocked for it. By now the members had gotten themselves all in a tizzy and yet more mockage ensused, including the wonderful line "Do I detect the smell of burning martyr?"
This culminated in
riverheart's suggestion that, in light of davidkevin's stated preferences, we should start using a form letter to fascilitate notification of the wanked. In the end, all of the wanking eventually culminated in a beautiful piece of poetry:Back to the computer turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I saw a posting, something lamer than before,
"Surely," said I, "surely, that is not what I think it.
Let me see, then, what this post is, and this mystery explore.
Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore.
"
davidkevin has broken wind, and nothing more."Post a comment in response:
