grrgoyl: (Buffy Tabula Rasa)
Some unpleasantness to report. First watch this YouTube video our friend sent us:



Funny stuff. In fact everything done by this guy is pretty freakin' hilarious, with a few minor exceptions. Just search for "original narration by Randall." But the honey badger is our favorite and has inspired quite a few catch phrases in our house.

And a couple of videos of our own (extremely short):





Well, it didn't take long for the trolls to come calling. We got a comment on the first video from "warmaster5128," and I quote verbatim:

He is eating your food thats grose that u eat the food his mouth has been thouching how do u know he hasent eaten shit and he is getting it all over your food u sicko u should eat out of a seprit boul

*Sigh* So many comebacks, so little time.

1) I can't have a conversation with someone who thinks punctuation is optional (to say nothing of proper spelling). Stay in school, sweetheart, you aren't done learning yet.

2) Even if you were right, I'd still rather share a bowl with my ferret than you any day.

3) Ferrets don't eat shit, actually. You know who does? Dogs. As well as lick their junk and sniff each others' asses. Yet people let them lick their faces all the time. Why don't you go preach to 10 million dog owners and get the fuck out of my face?

But I said none of these things, I just deleted him (and turned comment screening on for all my videos). Because I've learned the fastest, easiest way to kill a troll is to not feed it.

EDIT: After 30 seconds of research, it seems "warmaster5128" is a 10-year-old little punk whose YouTube channel consists of his reviews of skateboards and videos of him playing PS3 games. Not funny, entertaining videos with commentary like Toby Turner makes, just recordings of him silently playing "Cod Black Ops." (thought he meant "code" but I guess it's short for "call of duty," because he doesn't want to take precious time away from playing the game to spell it all out.)

I ask you, when you were 10 years old, would you EVER talk to a 40-year-old woman like he did to me? You all have my permission to go harass him mercilessly.

~*~

Some movies, thoughtfully cut for spoilers and for ease of scrolling past on your way to more exciting posts.

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Yesterday Tery and I finally went on a shopping trip for my birthday. Until this point, her gift to me consisted of a brand new pair of toenail clippers (which I did need desperately). Our targets were going to be Old Navy (because we just inventoried one and saw all the fabulous sales), Victoria's Secret (because I just inventoried one and fell in love with their "Pure Seduction" fragrance) and of course Hot Topic.

It was during this trip that I noticed a disturbing phenomenon. Apparently when we are inventorying a store and not really allowed to browse at will, merchandise takes on a mystical, compelling characteristic...the air of the forbidden. Returning to these stores as a customer with every right to leisurely examine the goods for hours if we so choose, suddenly the mysticism and desirability have vanished. This happened at Old Navy (although I did get two pairs of cargo pants for work for around $20...love that third world child labor!) and, yes, it even happened at my beloved Hot Topic. All the things that made my head spin when I was browsing and penniless were gone. And the things that were still there just didn't hold the same appeal for me anymore. Poor Tery waited so patiently as I spent about half an hour desperately combing the store for...I don't know what. But it wasn't there. I saw things I liked, just not enough to buy. Like an awesome deep plum-colored button-up long-sleeved shirt with diagonal pink pinstripes that was probably too expensive and, try as I might to picture, would just not be suitable for my sister-in-law's impending wedding. And a very cool Donnie Darko piece, the 28:06:42:12 logo; it would have made a great bumper sticker but the problem was it was a sew-on fabric patch. I settled on a $5 CD sampler just so the trip wasn't a complete waste. When the tattooed girl rang me up and brightly asked if I had found everything okay, I guess my response was a little dejected. With a little prodding I explained my depressing realization. She said the same thing happened to her. She may have been lying, but I loved her for it.

The only success was Vicki's Secret, and that because I only wanted the one thing. It was our first stop so we had no other bags to carry. I chose a single bottle of body spray and we paid for it. The girl informed us, "Unfortunately we don't have any small bags left," looking at us expectantly. I explained that we had more shopping to do and didn't really want to carry the bottle around openly (I have such a fear of being mistaken for a shoplifter, I don't know why that is). She sighed heavily and produced in fact the largest bag the store offered, a bag big enough to carry hundreds of dollars' worth of intimate apparel. I was left to carry this pink monstrosity into my favorite goth store, but tattooed girl joined me in making fun of it, so it was all good (as soon as I walked out I stuck the body spray into the Hot Topic bag and ditched the cotton candy-colored menace).

So that was my big birthday trip. We saw an interesting license plate, though. At Old Navy we parked in front of a huge SUV with a plate frame that actually read, "Warning: In case of rapture this vehicle will be unmanned". Oh my word. Overlooking the obvious joke and the first thing that occurred to me (that being "unmanned" meaning "castrated', though that obviously is not what they meant), how very presumptuous of the owners to think that they already had a spot in the express train to Heaven. Does Jesus love your enormous, gas-guzzling SUV?


Finally I'm starting to worry that my most popular post to date will be the snarky comment I made in [livejournal.com profile] sexy_librarians. People can read the complete tale here if they are so inclined. I recently got told off by someone, and boy did it hurt:

(My comment, as a refresher course): This is the stupidest, most demeaning "community" I've seen on LJ, by far.

(Their smackdown of me. Obviously my thoughts are in italics): That is horrible grammar at a new level! "Stupidest" is not a word! (Sorry, but actually it is) Plus your run on sentence looks like hell. (Maybe you should look up the definition of "run-on sentence") Next time you *try* to insult people, use correct English.

Apparently when members of [livejournal.com profile] grammar_nazis and [livejournal.com profile] grammar_whores get tired of judging people based on their language, they need to find places to judge them based on their looks. Again, a chickenshit anonymous troll which is why I won't bother with a response. But, their reply being the stupidest, I couldn't resist including it here.
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It's happened. I've had my first troll. Let me begin at the beginning.

Once upon a time, our heroine fell in love. She fell in love with the character of Giles on the beloved (but now defunct) show "Buffy the Vampire Slayer." She had it so bad she decided one day to seek out LJ communities devoted to her beautiful librarian man. So it was she happened upon the community Hotties in the Stacks.

But it was immediately obvious this community had nothing to do with the angelic creature that is Giles. Quite the opposite, actually. The community had but one post, a lone librarian and her picture. Confused, I read the userinfo. This was a community created solely for people to submit their pics for evaluation by the "members" to decide whether or not they qualified as a hottie. This girl's picture was posted Feb 8. Alone and ignored it sat for 5 solid months almost to the day, when I saw it on July 7 (she got one response, someone pointing out they couldn't see the pic, so she replied with a link to a website, which again was ignored). I felt sorry for the girl. Sorry that she needed validation so very badly that she posted at all, and worse that no one bothered to comment on it for 5 months.

I was so filled with disgust at the entire premise that I was forced to post. And I did. I said it was the stupidest, most demeaning community I'd ever seen on LJ. I still feel that way just writing about it.

Then I promptly forgot about it. That is, until last night when my troll appeared. Out of the clear blue he replied to my latest journal entry, accusing me of being "snippy" and that I felt "superior to women who are comfortable with their bodies." Go ahead and read it, I'm not making this up. All of this, I might add, done anonymously, because it's always easier to attack people when they have no recourse against you. He referred to "SexyLibrarians" so I went back to the community. It had taken off immensely in popularity and seemed to be thriving. I was puzzled, but felt happy for the one poor girl I had found there, thinking that she was no longer alone.

The problem is that I mistakenly went back to check on [livejournal.com profile] sexylibrarians, NOT the correct community, [livejournal.com profile] sexy_librarians. In the correct community, my one poor lonely girl was evidently better off alone. Someone finally "evaluated" her and decided she was a "cow." Still, she fared better than the girl who posted after me. The userinfo claims the community is "all in good fun." "Show us your fucking tits slutface, or just SHUT THE FUCK UP," was the reply to her post. What fun! Yet here this troll was reprimanding ME for my "condesending (sic) attitude," yadda, yadda yadda. Fortunately for me, the troll slipped on his last reply, being so eager to get that last, clever zinger in he mistakenly included his LJ identity. He actually thought deleting it and reposting anonymously would trick me, but those email notifications were his downfall. He tried to play all casual, like he didn't care, but strangely he didn't stick around too much longer after that. Not so easy to cross the line into harassment if I can report him to LJ.

I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of writing about it, but this journal is about my life and what happens to me. I am still really confused about whatever muddy point he was trying to make. The nearest guess I can come up with is he mistook me for the creator of the community, who then....awoke from my drunken stupor and, horrified, went back to denounce my own creation. Because let's get it straight. My criticism was clearly of the community, not the poor girl who posted. And I will stand by my post, proudly. I think the limited (but immensely degrading) activity that has occurred there before and since more than supports my original statement.

You accused me of thinking I was better than you, [livejournal.com profile] hkat. As a matter of fact, I DO think I'm better than someone who has nothing better to do than anonymously attack strangers for all the wrong reasons. If you really believe in what you're saying and are interested in a fair debate, you sign your name to your statements. If you are chickenshit and just want to pick on someone, you don't. And I also think I'm a hell of a lot better than someone who creates a community just to get girls to post pics and then insult them. I'll go even further and say that most of the people I know are better than scum like that. My question is, why do you care so much what I think?

I know I promised to give [livejournal.com profile] hkat the last word, but this is my journal. I believe I've paid for that privilege. So there it is.

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