The only reliable news source in the world — the BBC — posted the following story regarding the Internet Governance Forum’s warning that the internet would likely be broken up.
Given the growth of the internet, particularly in Asia, this doesn’t seem all that surprising to me. Here’s the scoop:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/technology/6037345.stm
Win at bowling, obviously. 
I was too tired to post this yesterday. To give you an idea of how tired I was, I went to bed at 6:30 P.M. and woke up at 4 A.M. Yay.
Anyhoo, I went bowling with my friend Jesus and his wife, Lolita.
After all the shit that Jesus talked about beating my ass at bowling, I found myself victorious game after game. Five in a row.
I’ve included pictures from my 1 megapixel cameraphone. Sorry for the low quality; if I knew Jesus would suck so badly, I would have brought my digital camcorder (which, ironically, I bought off of him) to film him. 
I have scores from 4 of the 5 games, since Jesus wiped out the scores from game 4 before I could snap the picture.
Went back to hell today. It turns out that my own department was hit for $150+ worth of CDs just yesterday. (11 CDs at around 13 bucks… you do the math. Please.)
Anyway, I needed to vent because that pissed me off greatly. I was ready to yell, scream and pontificate in a vulgar matter at the morning meeting, prior to opening the store. Fortunately, someone else broached the issue, but I’ll hear about this shit from my discipline manager again on Tuesday when I go into work. And I was really looking forward to going back to work too.
Ah, well, reality check. Dee dee dee.
So here’s what I am going to do:
If I catch the fucktwit who is stealing from my domain, I will fuck you up so badly that you won’t even realize you’ve been fucked up. I imagine golf clubs covered with blood and your ability to procreate damaged beyond repair — we don’t need your kind contaminating the world, after all — however, sadly, that’s only in my imagination. Instead I’ll leave that to the inmates when your ass gets arrested and sodomized by your fellow scum of the earth; nothing like honor amongst thieves after all.
What I will do to facilitate this: I will be there to publicly humiliate your ass with my camera. I will take pictures of you and your accomplices being escorted out of the fucking building. If the police are pussy-shit and let you go with a slap on the wrist, I will humiliate you in the court of public opinion. Call it a public execution, if you will, because that’s what it’ll be. I will post a page on my website with your picture and what you stole.
Nothing like humiliation to correct deviant behavior.
Hence the reason why I ask that anyone in retail (or anyone seeing theft occur), to take a picture of the thieves and publicly humiliate them vis a vis the Internet. Expose them to the light, because if we leave them to fester in the darkness, then this shit will only go out of control.
So, the ultimate question is, how much is your pride and dignity worth to you? $150? $13? $1?
On Thursday, around 4 to 4:30, there was a shoplifter that was caught trying to steal a cell phone from the store to which I am unfortunately employed. She was detained until the police could get there and around 4:50ish she was escorted from the store by an Indian River cop. (Finally, someone with a backbone was there to not let the fucking cunt go with a slap on their wrist. W00-fuckin-00t!)
The sad part about it was that this mother had a child with her, and apparently some male companion. That’s the part that saddens me. I was almost tempted to pull out my SLVR and snap a picture of this cunt.
For posterity and for humiliation. (I was seriously thinking of creating what would be a cross between “The Letterman List” and the “FBI’s 10 Most Wanted” thing to post here. Not that I believe anyone would read such a thing, but public flogging and humiliation has its uses.)
But then I saw the child. Crying. The man — who I assume was the child’s father — was there too, trying to console the little kid. I would say she was between 6 to 9 years of age, roughly 3 to 4 ft.
And that pissed me off more than anything. So I didn’t take the fucking picture.
Think about it, though… How does a kid respect their parent if said parent spits in the face of law and common decency? Really? How?
And that’s emblematic of what’s wrong with this FUBARed country, the lack of parenting.
Speaking of which, what the fuck is with the shoes with the rollers? What? You let your kids buy those things? It’s bad enough that there’s an obesity problem and a problem with apathetic lethargy in this country… what, now you want to encourage it? Don’t bother blaming the shoe manufacturers either. They’re just making this shit because you consume it; remember “supply and demand”?
And then you fuckin’ parents will sue the shoe maufacturer. The lawsuit will not be because of their product, but because you were incompetent and didn’t have the backbone to say “No” to your goddamned kid — a fuckhead that you unfortunately created who wanted to be on the “in crowd” and be a cookie-cutter person like every jabroni in the Western world. Just remember when your fuckup splits their head open after they lost their balance, you are ultimately responsible for the consequences — not the company. So say we all.
As I am now a mindless drone, I now have a MyShitSpace account.
Kudos are in order to myself for now being a sell-out asshole.
So I now cordially invite you to find me on MySpace and be my friend, for I am a l0ser who hath not any social existance outside of “da Internet”.
Now let’s go meet the neighbors!
I’ve tried to get a MySpace account for the past two days now.
As I’ve expected, due to the comments I’ve heard about it, I have been unable to even get an account on MySpace. On Saturday, I tried three different times to get the captchas the load (captchas are those random letters and numbers that show up in an image, then you repeat them verbatim into a field, so as to basically tell the computers that you’re a human). After the issue was allegedly forwarded to technical support, the captchas were active — but there are even more problems. What they are or how they came into existance is beyond me. More than likely it is the horrible programming for the application that MySpace uses to generate its equally inferior websites.
Now, knowing my personal hatred of social networks, one may ask what drove me to even attempt to get a MySpace account.
I will tell you. I know people at work who have MySpace accounts.
I had, in a moment of insanity, thought that I would like to be assimiliated into the mindless drones, so as to be included in a hive-mind.
In fact, I will give you a list… for you to poop on. (By the way, these are people that I work with on a daily basis, or people that I used to work with.)
Current employees:
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God, I wish the Daleks existed… EX-TER-MIN-ATE!
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