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a note to my fellow bloggers

That’s it — I’ve had it: I am voting down every single fucking “pro-blogger” or “make money online” Web site I come across in StumbleUpon. I view you jackoffs as no better than spammers, which are lower than the scrotum sweat of Satan. You have taken something as wonderful as the Internet (should be) and turned it into a shithole of spam, inane writing, and advertising.

Screw all of you people. I hope you all die the slow, excruciatingly painful deaths you so richly deserve.

UPDATE [21:58]: That includes all of you “SEO professional” dickwads, too.

sometimes a scarf is just an ice cream cone

I’ve been following this story about Rachael Ray and the evil scarf of death for a few days, and I have to say, I think it’s pretty stupid.

In fact, it reminded me of the Burger King “Allah” swirly-cone (posts here and here), in which a Muslim fellow succeeded in pressuring Burger King to stop selling an ice-cream cone because the package design “looked like” the Arabic inscription for “Allah”.

In fact, I’d be willing to bet the people that are flogging the Rachael Ray story were flogging the ice-cream-cone story from the opposite angle, i.e. that Burger King shouldn’t have folded. In the Burger King case, outrage at Burger King and derision for the complainant was at least appropriately placed. In this case, it was exactly reversed. In both cases, the response from each of Burger King and Dunkin Donuts should have been “Look. It’s a(n) scarf(ice cream cone). Oh, and screw you.”

I’ll bet that none of those people considered that the scarf “meant” exactly what Ray and the commercial’s producers intended, which I’d be willing to bet further was “a piece of colored cloth that matches my outfit and makes me look good for this commercial”. Each stupid overreaction like this causes people to take their eyes off the prize in the now-decades-long fight against radical Islamist terrorism.

a note of congratulations

Those of you who have been with me for a long time might remember that there used to be a co-contributor, my buddy Michael. Because of the nature of his work (which I can’t really tell you about), he doesn’t post here anymore except in the comments — I just thought I’d pass this along for those of you who know us both.

Well, apparently he spent his long weekend abusing high-grade industrial inhalants, because he proposed to his girlfriend. As far as I know, there is no date set.

college for everyone, III

It seems that my earlier posts (here and here) have generated commentary: Our pal John here, and his pal Randall Sherman here.

fools!

You fools! Haven’t you ever played D&D? Don’t you know what happens when you open the pagan tomb?

step 2: search for withered old geezer and stomp on gas pedal

Topeka lady’s car broadsided, slams through fence of Westboro Baptist Church.

Yes. That Westboro Baptist Church.

sick of it all

Sick of it all.