jalenGreeson
Member
That wasn't me labeling him. I was just dancing around it a bit. Believe it or not that's me just one notch down from all out subtlety.
Innocent until proven guilty doesn't apply on the Internet. Here the rule is 'ambivalent 4 ever'. It is hard to impart emotive content in the written medium. Worse still all you have to go on is what someones typed. For example, I don't even know for sure if Kerri is a female, but in the absence of any contradictions I must proceed on that basis. If she decides to take me up on the offer of a discrete rendervous on the IRC channel #gangbangdogsex, then hey - fingers crossed.
The Internet is a boon for certain devient types. If I have a problem with a real person, then I approach them face on. From experience the problem is usually one of misscommunication. There are certain types however that will telephone you with the location of your boiled bunny, or text that they've left you for your sister from their mobile, or leave a voicemail informing their employer that they shat in the hamburger machine. Next rung down you have the poison pen letter scum, or the heavy breathers. The finally you decend into the gutter level with putting turds on your doorstep in the middle of the night, the odd sprinkling of car bomb here and there.
The Internet provides scope for the poison pen writer to inflict the cyber equivalent of a car bomb.
Not that I'm saying the self titled 'guy with ALS' is one of those.
Anyhow I'm off to post about how candida killed my imaginery brother, on candida.com. In case anyone goes looking, my post will be entitled "YOU'RE ALL GOING TO DIE A SLOW AND PAINFUL DEATH!!!" and the author is 'DEAD BROTHER'.
Cheers
Flash
Innocent until proven guilty doesn't apply on the Internet. Here the rule is 'ambivalent 4 ever'. It is hard to impart emotive content in the written medium. Worse still all you have to go on is what someones typed. For example, I don't even know for sure if Kerri is a female, but in the absence of any contradictions I must proceed on that basis. If she decides to take me up on the offer of a discrete rendervous on the IRC channel #gangbangdogsex, then hey - fingers crossed.
The Internet is a boon for certain devient types. If I have a problem with a real person, then I approach them face on. From experience the problem is usually one of misscommunication. There are certain types however that will telephone you with the location of your boiled bunny, or text that they've left you for your sister from their mobile, or leave a voicemail informing their employer that they shat in the hamburger machine. Next rung down you have the poison pen letter scum, or the heavy breathers. The finally you decend into the gutter level with putting turds on your doorstep in the middle of the night, the odd sprinkling of car bomb here and there.
The Internet provides scope for the poison pen writer to inflict the cyber equivalent of a car bomb.
Not that I'm saying the self titled 'guy with ALS' is one of those.
Anyhow I'm off to post about how candida killed my imaginery brother, on candida.com. In case anyone goes looking, my post will be entitled "YOU'RE ALL GOING TO DIE A SLOW AND PAINFUL DEATH!!!" and the author is 'DEAD BROTHER'.
Cheers
Flash