Seattle is famous for ~~insanely wanky public arguments~~ vigorous policy discussions, so it’s hardly surprising that the Seattle lj community is also a ~~fountain of wank~~ place where online debate sometimes gets a bit heated.

Yesterday, there was a school shooting in Tacoma and a short post about it has given rise to a rainbow of wank.

First, there was a brief outbreak of grammar wank, because using the indefininite plural for a singular subject is serious business but that exploration of the limits of language pales when the gomezticator declares Tacoma a ghetto.

melvillian, already wanking away and calling on expertise in the first thread, is a Tacoma native, and the wank takes wings.

It has spread to gomezticator’s LJ where no more sense is made. ETA I don't actually know anything about Tacoma, but I agree with you exchange, possibly the funniest thing in the whole mess.

And because I am a completist at heart, ETA 2:

Gomezticator can't understand why other people won't stop talking about Tacoma.

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Re: YOU DON'T KNOW THE HISTORY OF TACOMA! I DO!

altoidsaddict
2007-01-05 09:06 am UTC (link)

Mine's not terribly WTF, but when I was a teenager, we lived in this house in a not terribly savory part of the state. Not, you know, a ghetto like Littleton is, obviously, we were just white trash - someone from my high school was once on Jerry Springer for marrying her cousin, our next-door neighbor had a gigantic sow in her backyard, the major retail being the dollar store and the thrift shop, and even they had trouble keeping in business.

So I guess it's no surprise that one morning my mother woke up to find that part of our picture window had been carefully removed, the screws still on the outside ledge. To this day I crack up at the thought of some cretin, unscrewing everything, removing the window, not hearing a dog or anything, figuring he's got an easy mark. He props up the window gently on the siding, careful not to break it or make noise. Then he gets ready to hoist himself up on the ledge, and comes face to face with a huge, boxy rottweiler whose protective demeanor and expression best resembled Samuel L. Jackson - "I don't want to fuck a motherfucka up, but I will fuck your shit up if I have to. I ain't gonna wake these people up by a lot of nonsense, and I'm having a real good day, so you got to the count of one to leave with all of you intact." I doubt he even growled, not that he would have had to to make his point. The dog certainly didn't bark, but he did wake Mom up in the middle of the night and insisted on checking the entire house with her - we figured he was just acting weird, you know? And then the next morning, the removed window and the tools were sitting there on the outside of the house. That's how fast he left - so we got a few screwdrivers and stuff out of the deal, actually.

What's amazing to me is that this dog was universally sweet and loving. He was fine with firefighters that time the house almost exploded, he didn't do so much as growl to the poor couple who'd been told by a corrupt real estate agent that our house was for sale, and we could leave the keys with people when we went away with absolutely no problem. And the one time he actually needs to be protective, he figured it out.

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