Participate or die

What's with humour websites forcing you to use their Facebook app if you want to see their more adult content? I don't want to use an app on Facebook for everything, hell I don't want to use apps for ANYTHING on Facebook, I don't even have that many on my smartphone.

I don't like your forced participation, so that's one number on your hit counter that won't ever pop.

And people are okay with this? When did everyone become mindless sheeple when this sort of thing started happening? Oh wait, the advent of the app age, stupid me, I'm still stuck in the 'disclaimers are more than enough' age.

Damn, I feel old.

Price check on propaganda

My dearest brothers and sisters in the western world,

Please stop making all the Muslims I have to live with angry over unflattering depictions of their beloved prophet. Every time one of you does that I have to wade through pages and pages of religious propaganda on my Facebook news feed, and it's driving me insane.

Thanks.

Factual evidence

Mess with the bull and you get the horns. Don't like it? Get out.

Office bum hangout spot. How many bags can you count?

Office bum equipment storage.

Covert Ops (Cover ups?)

Oh it's ON, office bum. I accept your challenge. Let the bloodbath commence.

The best part?

You won't even know what fucked you over until it's thoroughly done with your mutilated carcass.

Waiting for explosion...

Have you ever stepped into a situation where you kind of mentally just wait for a while, expecting the biggest of explosions to happen, following an ambiguous social interaction? This is me right now, sitting on a dud nuclear warhead of social ineptitude.

I raised the issue of the office bum with the person I share space with, and received a pretty vague "we'll see" response. Part of me wants to pursue the matter further, but at the same time I don't want to damage the relationship I have with the other person sharing the office, that would be like trapping hornets in a glass bowl and stuffing your hand in there like an idiot.

If nothing changes, however, I have no problem escalating the issue higher up the chain of command. I'm sure the captain of the ship would have a few choice words to express about the issue with some measure of finality. Do I want to go to that extreme? No I don't, but I fucking will if the situation doesn't change any.

Evict the Bums

I don't know when they changed the function of an office to a preschool arts and crafts class, but I am sitting here looking for news (now ranting), watching a coworker putting together a cardboard fairy house.

Really? You have nothing better to do than to stick shit together that's gonna fall apart in a week's time anyway? You can't do anything further to develop the amoeba you have for a brain? Maybe help people out a bit and do some, oh I don't know, FUCKING WORK?!

I want to kick this person out so badly, but it's not just my office, I share with a very nice person whom I will probably have to start having very serious talks with about person number three, who manages to get on my last nerve just by breathing.

Our seating area has become a bum's rest stop. Please, stop. And get the fuck out.