Even though my politics is diametrically opposite everyone who seems to
log in here? ;)
Not sure what you mean by that, since we seem to pretty much run the gamut of political backgrounds. About the only thing we all agree on is that there's someone else here who's completely WRONG! :)
And we sort of have an understanding that if you're not into heated political arguments then you should zap the politics room.
Outside of there, we're all pretty chummy.
is that there's someone else here who's completely WRONG! :)
I'm never wrong. ;D
Yeah, I've already zapped rooms that have incendiary effects on me. (One of the nicest features of Citadel, frankly.)
So ... in the news today, it seems that Facebook has committed a cold blooded murder.
I call for the summary execution of the entire senior management of Facebook, and the immediate shutdown of the service.
Facebook said it was fake news.
Gah-dang-it! I just applied there!
CEO are evil,
I'm glad they included Mark Hitler Hitler Hitler Hitler Hitler Zuckerberg, the bona fide Worst Person In The World.
Way back in the early days of the internet a co-worker thought it would be clever to register the domain name www.dot.com because he thought it would be funny to say to people double-u, double-u, double-u, dot, dot, dot, com.
Why that memory just came back to me I am not sure.
I have a friend who registered ontheinter.net. I expect he still has it, although I'm not sure.
Oh, a quick whois reveals to me that he is indeed still the owner.
Good for him.
My cell phone is nearly useless as a device to use to receive calls now.
Someone named Sandi (with an I) has put my phone number on fucking everything, and now I am relentlessly pursued by spammers.
I really want to find this person and destroy her.
I've had this number for over 10 years, only to be fucking destroyed by this asshole. How I'd like to strap her to a chair and answer *every* *fucking* *call*.
Seven calls yesterday. Six calls the day before that. Five calls the day before that. I'm already four calls in today, and it isn't even noon yet.
I should start answering my phone using a voice similar to that of Peter Lorre.
"Yes? Who is this? Why don't you come to my home for tea?"
The only possibly good thing that comes out of this is how it impacts salespeople.
Salespeople have to take the calls they don't know on the odd chance it's a sale. Since their brethren are kind of responsible for creating this mess, it feels just that they have to endure this very special form of hell made just for them.