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.

Checklists

I need them.

I forgot my wallet today when I went to make purchases at TSC in Sharq. I loaded up my cart with Pop Tarts, Meow Mix, and enough hand sanitizer to last me for the rest of the year. Just before I was about to head to the cashier I decided to check and see if I had my reward points card with me, and LO! No wallet in the handbag.

I had to drive back home, get the wallet, drive back to TSC, grab my cart (which was being watched over by a vigilant escalator) and then present my disheveled self to the cashier. I made some quip about having one of those days where I forget everything, the cashier gave me one of her best plastic smiles while internally thinking 'what a douche', no doubt.

Did I mentioned it was hot out today?

Now I'm home, waiting to gorge myself on Mu Shu chicken, clearly the best trauma cure there is.

Human & Political Rights

It's been a while since I had something to rant about to the general populace, but something extremely ironic happened today and I couldn't help but feel the need to share.

I was invited to a rights group forum type thing on Facebook recently which seemed to aim at scrutinizing certain rights violations in the country, which is all good and dandy. I never asked to join, but stayed because the topics were pretty deep and interested me on an intellectual and personal level in some cases.

/End background

Today I posted a comment to a question broached about a certain topic. My response contained one instance each of the words 'vagoo' and 'penis' within the reply to illustrate some disregard on the part of the populace in reference to the topic being discussed.

I could have been far more crass, but used words that were in my opinion perfectly safe to use within an environment where mature adults could have mature discussions without the fear of 'offending' anyone. In a forum seeking to speak up about human rights I find it highly amusing that the post was removed for 'language'. Not only that, but I was invited in a private message to repost my response if I censored out the icky bad nasty wordses.

Really?

Sorry, not for you and not for anyone else. Fuck you and your group.

Sincerely,

I-don't-give-a-fuck-anymore

Unforgettable

Soooo everyone's talking about how sad they are that Steve Jobs is dead and how much of a pioneer he was and how we wouldn't have had what we do today if he hadn't opened up the world of sinful fruit to us. BULLSHIT.

If not Steve Jobs, some other genius starved for money and a chance at the competitive technological market would have stepped up to the plate. Steve just happened to get there first.

*Shrug*. Should I feel sad that he's dead? I don't think so, no. I didn't know the man, just the products Apple designed and put together, and while some were amazing products that advanced computing in a consumer sense, they would have come to the forefront some time or other with or without Apple's help.

10, 20, maybe 30 years from now, he'll be just like all the authors of the past, rotting away on a library shelf somewhere while newer, more current, more exciting and more innovative books get checked out more often.

Addendum:

A friend of mine said this, "Steve Jobs died of Pancreatic Cancer. PC won in the end."

I laughed.

Flowers

Fucking lilies-of-the-valley and strawberries, man.

I spent 2 hours last night planting virtual computerized farmland with seeds hoping to get juicy strawberries and lily leaves.

Then Jub lit a fire under my ass and fainted across my workbench. LOTRO, what have you done to us?

This is why I have no social life to speak of.