Posts Tagged ‘rant’

Of all the mad scientists of the world, the most vindictive and spiteful are those who design baby clothes. If you’re a parent, I’m sure you’ll agree. They allow you between 3-6 months to get used to the ease of fastening a baby into an outfit with the ergonomic use of poppers but once you hit that 6 month point, the gloves come off and these evil geniuses work tirelessly to make undressing and dressing your wiggling poop/noise creature the most awkward and annoying task known to man.

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I am poorly and dying and possibly DOOMED.

I HAVE A RUNNY NOSE AND A HEADACHE AND I AM DYING.

Whaddya mean it’s just a cold? All the good diseases start off with flu-like symptoms. Ebola is one example.There are other examples that you should look up yourself if you are so bloody bothered. I’m too poorly.

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Hello!

So, after what can only be described as a hiatus (or ‘a period of doing other things and having a headache’) I’m back writing my blog using words and my fingers.

Apologies to all you coulrophobics out there, but this was the best pic I could find on my phone today.

You can just say you’ve missed me and not mean it. I won’t mind. I can live a lie. In fact, that’s probably easier all round.

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Hi folks, thought I’d put this out there now, so there’s not a sudden wibbly wobbly change in what you’re used to on here.
Basically I’m upping my game at trying to blag free stuff, and will shortly be doing reviews of all kinds of stuff in an attempt to fill my cupboard up with stuff. You can definitely expect a movie review shortly, and a bit of a techy one, as these ones have already been confirmed.
I’ll try and keep everything in the usual style, but obviously I’ll be cutting down the furious ranting, swearing and blatantly mocking stuff. Because otherwise they might stop sending me stuff.

Anyway, while I’m doing such capitalist nonsense, I would appreciate your support, maybe share stuff around, and if I post a link, just click on it, because then the powers that be will be fooled into thinking I’m actually getting some decent traffic to this blog.

I’ll try my best to continue the silly pictures, ranty nonsense and months of stagnant nothingness in between posts, just because that seems to be the sort of thing that gets your rocks off. I have at least one ranty blog worth publishing shortly, in which I question the internet beard perverts. But, that’s another story.

Ahem, also if you are a big business person who just popped on to read this after having a look at one of the reviews I’ve posted in the future, please 1. ignore any of the above where I say I’m in it for the free swag and 2. Send me free swag to review. Also, how is the future? Do we have hovercars yet? Can you send me a crate of Soylent Green, but obviously don’t tell me what it’s made of, because I don’t want to know. Like with those Ikea Hotdogs. Or the movies of Kevin Smith.

 

So, yeah, sorry everyone.

So. Recap.
Woman campaigns to get a woman’s head stuck on a five pound note. She succeeds in not only achieving this, but also in enraging pig-headed arseholes. The pig-headed arseholes then send her nasty offensive tweets, rape threats and that. Twitter as an organisation is decidedly pisspoor at policing such matters, but the police get involved, folk get arrested, they get told off by their mum, justice is served in the voice of Martin Sheen.

Then the ruddy Journos crawl out of the woodwork. Oh look, they think, columnist gold. But wait! Folk aren’t going to read another column where we make some sort of half-arsed link between the childish troll culture of the internet, the inherent sexism present in society and people making death and rape threats over the Internet,  no, we need to sell more column inches, let’s start a twitter campaign. Let’s work this to our advantage,  alienate the people who don’t agree with us (heck, let’s throw them into the same camp as the rape threat people, they’re all trolls, yeah) and let’s get all excited about the upcoming book deal about our victimisation and how our sassy attitudes get us through such mediocre shit.

Thus, #twittersilence or #trolliday (they couldn’t agree on one name) is born and publicised through twitter in such a way that even my mum knows about it.
A 24 hour dollop of not-tweeting, blowing lambrini-smelling raspberries in the face of every anti-bullying campaign ever invented. An ineffectual campaign fuelled in part by the egos of holier-than-thou hypocrites, confusing several inherently different issues into one mish mash of internet nannying and making me so angry I spill hot Bovril onto the kitchen floor and have to wipe it up with one of the decorative tea towels that I’m not supposed to use.

Of course, the twitter silence turned out to be the loudest silence ever heard, getting the publicity and praise the journos so desperately desire, but also filling twitter with fury, comedy and defiant tweets that would otherwise be left untweeted on a quiet news Sunday. In terms of getting mentioned and getting attention, the campaign is a success. In regards to drawing attention to the debate about trolls and twitter’s pisspoor offensive behaviour prevention, also a success. But in actually providing a solution, solving the problems inherent to twitter,  that of people being able to say what they feel like, no matter how offensive, nothing has been gained, nothing changed.

And so, in protest of such ineffectual protests, fully acknowledging the irony, I invite you all to join me in partaking in a #twittersandwich this lunchtime. Eating a sandwich of your choice (or wrap. Or a custard cream, which is technically a sandwich) at around about lunchtime, and telling everyone about it. Because telling people what you’re having for dinner is what twitter is for. Not impotently campaigning for a better society, not nagging at people to read the sections of The Guardian that don’t actually have any news value to them, not providing a reason for a journo to appear on radio 2 so they can shout their mixed opinions on a phone in.

Just have a sandwich.
It’s only twitter after all.
Be excellent to each other.