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|Thursday, August 12th, 2004|
I am really getting to hate 'small text'. So very passive-aggressive. Examples of use include 'I want to disagree, but I don't want anyone to argue with me, so I'll write in small text 'well, I like such-and-such and don't see a problem with it'. Also included are '*smallvoice*' and */smallvoice*'
And the ever-hated 'I'm going to get flamed for this, but...' in front of something that at least half the people who've already replied have ALREADY SAID.
|Thursday, June 3rd, 2004|
it was originally 10, but I got lazy
5 Most Annoying Phrases Ever
1. 'God made Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve!' When I figure out how to make non-ugly icons, I'm going to make one riffing off this. Perhaps 'Then who *did* make Adam and Steve'. Or something more clever. We shall see.
2. 'What do you want me to say?' Not really to do with politics and fandom. More a personal hate. Especially after someone tells someone else how they feel about something, and the response is 'what do you want me to say'..grr, can you get more condescending and dismissive?
3. 'You're oppressing my rights to free speech!' There are apparently people out there who still have not figured out that free speech does *not* apply to a messageboard, and that deleting a trollish thread, while it may be ill-advised in some circumstances, is not oppressing anyone's First Amendment rights. (It is First Amendment, right? I'm not American, and am easily confused.) Also, it does not mean others don't have the right to say 'shut the hell up!'
4. 'You're just jealous!' While the parents may have had good intentions when they told their children that the bullies picked on them out of jealousy, this statement has now become an explanation for any kind of dislike. It also makes absolutely no sense. If I like one celebrity singer, but hate another, why am I only jealous of the second one? If someone is jealous of, er, say, Clay Aiken, which is why they hate him, why are they not also jealous of every other damn rich celebrity out there?
5. 'In times like these...' I got into a debate with my English teacher about this one. It's thrown around *all* the time. 'I don't want to raise my children in a world like this' and 'in times like these, we need pop music/religion/fluffy bunnies'. As if the world 100 years ago was perfect and wonderful. Yes, I really would rather raise my kids in a world where they had a better than fifty percent chance of dying before age five...at least there wasn't violence on TV and men kissing men in the streets! Also, people today are not any more violent than in the past. We just have better weapons.
|Friday, May 21st, 2004|
Ever encounter someone, or some point of view, where you can't even argue properly? You just stare and them and go 'but..but...and the...and...but...bleh!' Okay, perhaps that's just me. For instance, gay marriage. I don't understand why it *isn't* legal. People have told me why they don't believe it should be, but it doesn't compute with me somehow.
That's how I feel about the reviewing debate that brought me here. I can't comprehend why someone would feel they have the right to only receive positive reviews. I suppose I can understand it if they were posting their fiction on a private webpage, and you had to email them to review it, and there was no solicitation of comments. However, once a review button, or a 'feedback please' comment is introduced, to me that takes away the right to dictate what is said. Not because of free speech (which is a stupid argument on the internet) but because otherwise, aren't you basically saying 'Please tell me how much you love me', which is just all kinds of bad etiquette. I could go on about this at length, but I'd get worked up into a tizzy, so I'll just hush.
And go seek out more amusing people on the Internet. I am so useful.
|Sunday, May 16th, 2004|
I make one firm promise; this journal will contain little to no personal information about me. If anyone finds me elsewhere, I will be extremely impressed, and perhaps a little frightened. (That was my way of pretending to be someone important. I do not think it succeeded.)
This will be used mostly to hear myself talk, as I do not expect to gather a large number of readers. If I cannot say something politely somewhere else online, my real life friends would look at me as if I was batshit crazy, and yet my narcissism is such that I cannot keep it to myself, it will likely be muttered about here.
The only poetry that will grace this journal will be dirty limericks.