I have a list of annoyances in life with people that really tip me over the edge. Things that turn me from happy to furious in the blink of an eye.
They say honesty is the best policy, well apparently not when you are dealing with fucking idiots on the internet. It’s why I log everything I say on the internet, just on the off chance that some fucker decides six months down the line, that I said something which I know I didn’t. My memory is shot to pieces about many things, but I do remember what I’ve said and not said in my head, and thankfully I have gigabytes of text files going back to my days on IRC in the 1990’s to prove it.
Yeah, I should have a clear out one day.
If I can take the trouble of being on time for something, then why can’t anyone else? If people are five minutes late, I’ll either fuck off home or go elsewhere.
The art of conversation
The internet is killing the art and etiquette of conversation.
Imagine you are in a bar. You see a friend and you start a conversation. You are in the middle of saying something and then this friend just fucks off with no warning. You wouldn’t do it would you? So why the fuck do people do it on instant messaging. What happened to saying “I’ll be back in a moment” or “I have to go”? I just had an example of someone asking me why deleted a message from yesterday. I said it was crap and asked how they were. Oh they’ve fucked off. Great.
Maybe it’s because I was brought up properly by my parents, but these things really boil my piss and I’m getting more and more intolerant of people.
I’ve dropped friends I’ve known for decades if they’ve fucked me off enough, so I have absolutely no guilt about telling someone I’ve known for a few months to fuck off.
You have a Velociraptor bashing (no pun intended) at the door, you need to lock the doors quick as it’s only Sam Neill holding the nasty little fucks back.
So what method do you think the brains behind Jurassic Park decided would be the best way to secure a big fucking metal door.
- A fucking lock on the door?
- A switch next to the door to lock it?
- A fucking archaic Unix graphic file browser where you have a 3D representation of the file structure, and you have to find the program to lock the doors?
Of course, it’s number three. For fuck’s sake.
Just interested in where the fire alarm is, the parent folder?
It is actually a real piece of software called FSN, or Fusion by Silicon Graphics.
This came up today on my Facebook page.
I just happened to mention it in work this afternoon during the “funny hour” that seems to happen from 3pm to 4pm.
In the blink of an eye, without any break in silence, someone, and she will rename nameless, shouted out “have a wank!”
I was in tears of laughter as it was unexpected from someone who is apparently so professional.
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I’ve ripped The Living Dinosaur‘s Holy Hallucinations series to MP3 so I can listen to them while working.
It’s just because he rips a new arsehole for everyone he crosses, he makes me chuckle away to myself.
However, listening to Holy Hallucinations 17 in work, I got to this point and laughed out loud in the office. He’s replying to some prick about how great the human species is, and then lists superior aspects of other species.
And this is the bit that made me laugh.
It just so happened that I started laughing just as a developer turned around, so I’ve made him a little paranoid 🙂
The latest internet sensation.
Read more about her at Encyclopedia Dramatica. Fucking hilarious.
Some genius at work pointed out that the contact forms on the works web site weren’t validating properly.
Whoops, my bad.
So I changed the email and telephone inputs to their proper HTML5 types, but there was the postcode box that the spammers where filling in with crap, so I wrote this plugin for Contact Form 7 that adds [postcode] tag to the form creator in the backend, with the usual id, class and required options.
It’s free to use and abuse as you feel necessary, just a link back to the original would be nice.