August 14th, 2007

Capt Sensible

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Over on grammar_whores dagrrl says:

"I almost feel bad. Almost. Except that almost 20 people had commented and I was the only one that seemed to feel the need to question the hypen.

Found posted on lj_maintenance

scrapbook DB maintenance
Post-poned. We'll reschedule. As you were!"

imaassspankme replies:

"I just assumed the guy who commented in Russian said something about it. I'm an optimist."

Context is hiding behind The Iron Curtain, checking your punctuation, but not spelling ;)"
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(misc) belle gaston face swap

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On a post on Fandom Wank concerning the recent account deletions, fools_game says:

"Dear Fan-tards

READ THE TOS. (Emphasis mine)


You agree that LiveJournal, in its sole discretion, may terminate your password, journal, or account, and remove and discard any content within the Service, for any reason, including and without limitation, the lack of use, or if LiveJournal believes that you have violated or acted inconsistently with the letter or spirit of the TOS... You agree that any termination of your access to the Service under any provision of this TOS may be effected without prior notice, and acknowledge and agree that LiveJournal may immediately deactivate or delete your LiveJournal journal and all related information and files. You agree that LiveJournal shall not be liable to you or any third-party for any termination of your access to the Service. Paid accounts that are terminated will not be refunded.

We all agreed to it. We all signed the fucking thing.

What they have done is annoying, and bad customer service, and a PR nightmare. It's not illegal. It's not breach of contract. IT'S NOT THE END OF THE WORLD.

Jesus Christ."

puipui responds:

What if we translated it into Swedish Chef, would that make it funnier?

"Deer Fun-terds

REED THE TOS. (Imphesees meene-a)


Yuoo egree-a thet LeefeJuoornel, in its sule-a deescreshun, mey termeenete-a yuoor pessvurd, juoornel, oor eccuoont, und remufe-a und deescerd uny cuntent veethin zee Serfeece-a, fur uny reesun, incloodeeng und veethuoot leemiteshun, zee leck ooff use-a, oor iff LeefeJuoornel beleeefes thet yuoo hefe-a feeuleted oor ected incunseestently veet zee letter oor spureet ooff zee TOS... Yuoo egree-a thet uny termeeneshun ooff yuoor eccess tu zee Serfeece-a under uny prufeesiun ooff thees TOS mey be-a iffffected veethuoot preeur nuteece-a, und ecknooledge-a und egree-a thet LeefeJuoornel mey immedeeetely deecteefete-a oor delete-a yuoor LeefeJuoornel juoornel und ell releted inffurmeshun und feeles. Um gesh dee bork, bork! Yuoo egree-a thet LeefeJuoornel shell nut be-a leeeble-a tu yuoo oor uny thurd-perty fur uny termeeneshun ooff yuoor eccess tu zee Serfeece-a. Peeed eccuoonts thet ere-a termeeneted veell nut be-a reffoonded. Bork bork bork!

Ve-a ell egreed tu it. Um de hur de hur de hur. Ve-a ell seegned zee foockeeng theeng.

Vhet zeey hefe-a dune-a is unnuyeeng, und bed coostumer serfeece-a, und a PR neeghtmere-a. It's nut illegel. It's nut breech ooff cuntrect. Um de hur de hur de hur. IT'S NOT THE IND OoF THE VORLD.

Jesoos Chreest. Um de hur de hur de hur."
Grey Wolf

And thusly, viskenplasuuir has fun with drunks...

Quoted with permission, friendslocked post.

Being drunk sucks. =( I tell people all the time "How cool is it to get so blizted that you can't remember falling all over the place, hitting on the ugliest person in the room, sleeping with someone, puking on EVERYTHING and dancing with a towel wrapped around your throat like superman...?"

And some go.. "lulz that's cool" and I say things like.. "Yeah whatever, someone raped you last night"

And then they get quiet.
elphie at school

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an exchange from a locked post in feminist_rage about the obnoxiouness of pants without pockets. both are QWP.


We all need to band together and create a clothing line for women who actually do shit and are concerned about their ability to do more shit, rather than their ability to look good while trying to do shit before having some fully equipped guy come in and do it for them, a la every damn film with a woman in it that I've seen in the last six months.


I'd happily work retail if I could work in a store that sold a feminist line of comfortable clothing with functional pockets and tool loops and whatnot, a comprehensible and wide-ranging sizing system (no more "ok, so am I going to be a size two, twelve, or square-root-of-epsilon in this store?"), durable, machine-washable, etc.