Category: Flames

It appears I have caused the trolls of LJ to go into a frenzy with my post about the incompetence of the DragonCon “staff”. I was told I’d be charged the on-site price for our 08 badges, but I was charged $45, the AFTER Con price which really pissed me the hell off.

Of course, the Kool Aid drinkers descend upon the post and start the retarded comments, like, “Well why dincha go to the Con store?” and “Well why doncha stop coming to the con?” and my personal favourite “Man, that $5 really ruined your day!”. Uh, yah. So, I close the comments to keep their drivel out of my inbox. Then when they try to take over my LJ, I lock that down, too. Well, lemme tell ya, that really pissed ’em off! OMG, they set up a whole THREAD just for flaming me. I have a fan club!! W00t! If these clearly addled individuals think that flaming me on an LJ board will hurt my widdle feewings, man are THEY wrong! I think it’s funny as hell! And another Fan Club!

These people are obviously too dense to understand that $5 is NOT the point. Incompetence, no accountability and bad management of the Con IS the point. Not to mention that dumb woman in the office telling me clearly: “I’m not going to argue over $5. You can have them at the on-site price, no problem.” When I’m told one thing then something else happens, well, I tend to get PISSY. They also don’t seem to recall when I posted several detailed entries with suggestions about making the Con better and even had people lined up to help create a database and such. Did the con folk acknowledge any of this? Hell NO. The most you’ll get from the Con Slaves if you try to discuss ways to improve is a blank look or a pissed off diatribe about “We are doing the best we can. We’re volunteers, you know.” Like for some reason the fact that this multimillion dollar corporation has no employees is a good thing… Yah.

There’s one loser LARPer that follows me around LJ posting flames about how horrible I am – which is tragically funny seeing as how he spends an inordinate amount of time trying to flame me, which is – if I’m not mistaken – the very thing he’s pissed off at me for.

Eh, the flames are fair. Some are pretty good, others, just lame. If any of them had any sense, they’d check the old posts to see just how much I did try to help. But they won’t. Too dumb. Eh.

Well, the diversion of that took me away from my duties with Disease and Pestilence. I’ve got to get caught up. No rest for the wicked! >;->

… from being singed off by the FLAME, that is, do NOT call and ask me to change an entry from 6 fucking years ago! What a load of bullshit! I get a call from some guy we met in 2000 at a place we stayed in Helen, GA, (which shall remain nameless and therefore get no free advertising from me). He starts off acting all nice and then he gets to the point of telling me that his daddy “saw my post about our motel” and was “freaking out” because I mentioned that he (the son) was pagan. WTF? I came up on google, you see, because I’m all over google. THEY are not because they don’t even have a web presence.

So, basically, what you’re saying is that you consider yourself a pagan and make it a point to tell us about it, but you hide from your daddy, therefore, I should root through my site and change an entry from SIX frelling years ago so your daddy can feel better about it? Again, WTF? If my memory serves, YOU told US all about how pagan friendly your daddy’s motel is… Guess not, eh?

DUDE!! Grow up!!

Your daddy finally got on that ‘internet’ thing he heard about and now he wants to control internet content? What a narrowminded jerk of a guy. And you are condoning his narrowmindedness by making that stupid call to me. AND by having no spine.

Do us all a favour and DO NOT contact me EVER again. Do the pagan community a favour and don’t claim to be something you’re not. It’s rude, childish and just plain stupid.

Oh, the post is completely deleted, btw. Hope you enjoy this commentary that takes its place. The info is still in google, which caches pages. I sent them an email to modify the listing and remove my info. Maybe they will…

Don’t worry, the eyebrows will grow back. ;-)

[re-edited for clarity 12/2/05 and again on 2/5/06]
Ha! Today I was chatting with a friend who happens to be the sister of a Chick I recently broke up with. My friend was pissed at her sister the chick for screwing up her Christmas Dinner this year.

You see, the Chick pitched a fit when she discovered that her sister has no problem with me. Actually, we’re pretty good friends at this point, and I’m invited to the yearly Christmas Dinner, as usual. The chick wants to make sure that we (well, really me, since I’m the one silly enough to fight with her) are not at the big to-do Christmas Party this year since she now hates me and I’m the devil and she is afraid that I’ll call her out in front of the people she’s recruited to be “on her side”. Well, my friend, who has the same trouble that I do understanding chick behaviour, does not understand why her chick sister is being such a total asshole about the dinner. My friend throws it, pays for it and hosts it at her home and she can’t understand why her sister has anything to say about the guest list (her husband is over it, too). But the chick has gotten the family involved to bolster her position and guarantee that she’ll get her way, so my friend is stuck between Chick Revenge and inviting me to her home for the dinner. I told my friend today: there is no understanding chicks, so don’t worry about us, we will not be hurt in the slightest by not going to the party.

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