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| 8:10 a.m.-2003-09-27 I got a l00zer's entry in my guestbook. They clicked on my banner, and didn't like the payoff, so they decided to leave a toilet monkey in my guestbook. Because apparently they had decent shame not to admit they LEFT a toilet monkey behind (unlike some of my coworkers), they refused to put their name or own diary site in there so we could play 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours'. And they couldn't even come up with a decent-assed insult. I mean, really, this is 6th grade, 'ooh, I learned a dirty word from my in the closet lesbian auntie' insult. To whit: hmm lame banner lame site. keep it up dipshit!! Huh huh. He said dipshit. Heh heh. Or maybe he caught my 'naughty' banner, and was expecting a bit of sweaty, hip gyrating, ugly bumping porn? Was he simply sexually frustrated? People, my grandmother reads this diary. Sorry to disappoint. Or god forbid, was he just simply unable to comprehend the depth of the subject matter brought to him? It's possible, because it seems this troll also never learned the value of punctuation or correct capitalization, making me wonder as to the value of the review. Well, maybe he's an iconoclast. Or maybe he never got past 6th grade, though I think technically you're supposed to have learned capitals and punctuation by the 4th or so. If so, let us take a moment of silence and pity the poor undereducated Mr Guy. Of course, maybe he's really a master of HTML-foo, and could not help but stop and sneer at the simplicity of my layout, with its clean lines and complete lack of clutter. Some folks' brain just shuts down in the absense of enough clutter, and they sit, staring vacantly at the emptiness of the void, unable to focus when presented with the great chasm that is Unbeing, with only a thin rope bridge of reality suspended across it. Or maybe they're just a dipshit, because after a few nice words from l-empress the dork was actually stupid enough to come back with a retort in my guestbook. No offense, but uh...how lame is THAT? If you're gonna shit on someone's porch, have the dignity to watch the mayhem it causes from afar...don't come back and critique your own work in front of the porch's owner...cause uh...that's even LAMER. Get this one: I can say plenty of nice things but im sorry to say i cannot say anything positive about this lame site. Still hasn't learned any punctuation, though I'm without a fun naughty insult in this one. For future reference, if you're /really/ gonna try and insult someone? Read a bit of their diary, even if you don't like the layout, because layout is only window dressing. Like clothing, it can be changed at whim. The purpose of a diary/blog is the content, to learn a bit about someone's life...and once you know a bit about that person, you can /really/ get into insult flinging. Personally, I prefer 'godless Irish faggot' or 'I read your boyfriend's site and it's as bad as this one and he's a pansy' or 'moronic liberal pig' or 'all disabled people should be shot in the head and I hated your stupid dog too' or 'cum-sucking bastard of a dog-fucking whore and a herpes-infected ape'. Oh, woops, I digress. That last one got a punch in the face at a bar in Dallas once...it was worth it. Really. Only I had to cut out the references to the guy's religeon and race, because well...even I'm not THAT tacky. And why am I giving any energy to posting about this guy at all? Why would I care if someone didn't like my diaryland layout or content? Well...actually, I don't give a shit...I didn't feel good yesterday, and I went to bed early, and I got up even earlier and decided to do some laundry and thought, since I'm up hours before my other half and my grandmother will be up, I'll just pop over and look for a topic to post about...and hey, I've got an hour to waste...and thanks, I am feeling better. Stupid flu. Stopped it in its tracks with some Nyquil and plenty of water...hopefully, it won't come back. Simply, banners are there to make you look...and hey, Mr Guy fell prey to the same looky-loo instinct we all possess (and maybe even YOU fell victim to), and got an eyefull of something he didn't like. But instead of giving it a rest, he came back with another pot shot...but hey, I accomplished MY mission. At least for a few hours, he couldn't get me out of his head. Narcissictically yours, The Captain
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