arguing with retards on the internet

[dragonlady7]

Everyone loses. Really. Everyone loses when retards on the Internet argue.
God.
Anyway.
I'm just annoyed that I had to take down the one Myspace blog post for unrelated reasons right when some totally uninvolved dipshit was in the middle of a bile-filled irrelevant stream of random bullshit. Now he thinks I took it down because of him, and he really wasn't that important to the decision.
Grr.
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In news I care about a great deal more, Z's laptop hard drive has failed and it's possible he's lost everything.
This is really upsetting. He'd been working on a number of projects, and since our backup server died over a year ago, we've got no backups of anything.
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He wrote a short story I was pestering him to let me read, and he never let me read it, and it's gone now.
I'm really unreasonably upset about it, probably more upset than he is, and I don't really know what to say. His hard drive just failed with no warning-- the computer was slow to respond, so he restarted it, and it didn't boot, and now everything is gone.
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(The short story was entitled "Nobody fucking reads fucking books of fucking poetry" and part of the art form required that it be submitted for publication in an envelope wrapped around a brick.)
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In other news (don't know why I'm putting asterisks in everything except that my stupid journal format collapses extra paragraph breaks and it's been pissing me off for months now but I've never fixed it), I wrote a really long sappy blog post at Myspace about winning the Most Improved award at the Queen City Rollergirls' end of season award ceremony.
(Said Internet retard informed me that being the most improved out of a bunch of losers was like being the shiniest turd in the pile, which is partly why it irks me that he thinks I deleted the other post in response to that, because oh my! he has me writhing in the crushing grip of reason right there, sure he does. Fucktard.)
* Edited to add! Cheerfully!
The best part about this hard drive failure, which is tying this post together remarkably, is that Z is somehow angry with me and everything I say offends him!
This would bother me less if Gmail-chatting with him during the day weren't part of what kept me having a sense of humor about this job.

Comments

Internet arguing makes me sad

[buschibaby.livejournal.com]

I've spent much of this week firefighting on work's forum. Feeling quite Graargh! about it all. I am exceedingly sorry to hear about Z's hard drive. That happened to me about three years ago and was very upsetting.

On another point entirely, do you have a decent hairdresser? I haven't had my hair cut in a year and a half and it's too hideous to take to anyone over here because they'll give it all the "oh, how could you, your hair is the most precious thing you have and you have to cut it once a month otherwise your brain starts growing into it" shit, and I'm just not strong enough, so I thought I might use any time you're at work to get the same lecture in a different accent from someone I need never see again.

And now I'm going to send you an email.

Re: Internet arguing makes me sad

[dragonlady7.livejournal.com]

I don't actually have a hairdresser myself, but I do know that one of the rollergirls is quite a good hairdresser. (She threatened my hair last night-- it was down, past my waist, and she grabbed it and said she just wanted to cut it-- she's probably the only person I'd take that shit from, because it is, after all, her living.)
But she does cute haircuts, so I could ask her if you wanted.

I actually have off from work from Wednesday through Friday, so there's no need to kill time. And thank God, because I need to not be at work for a little while. I was going to ask you what you wanted to do, but I was going to make a list of possibilities first.

Re: Internet arguing makes me sad

[buschibaby.livejournal.com]

I would like to have fun, some of it booze-based, and I would like to have a haircut with not so much tutting. Apart from that, I'm entirely easy.