This Post Sizzles With Righteous Anger
Argh, I am useless. I was going to go shopping after I got off work today, since I'm almost out of groceries. I don't know why this is so shocking to me - I went five months with no groceries at all! - but suddenly the idea of not being able to nom funky cheese and apples and Japanese ice cream is just appalling. Appalling, I tell you! But I was up so late last night, and then work was boooooooring (except for an odd but interesting conversation on regional accents that got very loud very quickly), and I didn't know when, if ever, the bus was going to come, so I just said fuck it. I'm going to try to go tomorrow after brunch though, because I really want to have some food around, and it's not like I ever do anything productive on Sunday afternoons.
Does anyone know where I can buy hairsticks that aren't terribly expensive? I figured out how to do a wrap bun this week (holds well and takes five seconds to throw together, LOVE), which brings my repertoire up to 3 and a half (braided, wrap, Chinese, and baad cinnamon bun), and if this is going to be a regular thing, I'd rather use something that looks less lame than a pencil.
I promise I'll stop talking about Scans_Daily soon (I promise, really!), but I have one more thing that's on my mind right now, besides the shock of losing the community and my frustration at a generation of writers that just don't get how the internet has changed writer-reader interactions. But first, here's a story about me.
When I was seventeen, my mom and me got kicked out of house because the owner wanted to sell it. There wasn't enough time (or money) to find a new place, so my mom moved us in with her boyfriend. I was out of the country at the time; I came home to find all my stuff in storage, waiting to be moved into my new room in the apartment of this guy I barely knew. Still, I'm pretty easy-going, and I usually like her boyfriends, so I was ready to make it work. Anthony...wasn't, so much. He got this idea in his head that I was a lazy little punk, and nothing I did could convince him otherwise. He treated me like a kid, he ordered me around, and he yelled at my mom when she didn't discipline me like he wanted.
One day she and him got into a fight over something she did, and because he thought I was involved somehow, he forced me to give him my housekeys. He said he or my mom could let me into the apartment; he didn't want me there by myself. I was, understandly, freaked out - what if I came home late from my dad's and they were gone, or asleep, was I just supposed to sit on the front step and wait for them? So not cool. But then a few hours later my mom came back into my room and gave me my keys back; I figured she'd talked some sense into him.
The next night, I came home from visiting my dad and let myself into the apartment with my keys. Anthony was sitting in the living room, and he immediately started asking me where the hell I'd gotten the keys. Then he accused me of stealing them. I told him I hadn't, but he didn't believe me.
This is a guy I had known for three fucking weeks, and in that time I had done absolutely nothing to make him think I would ever do something like that. I was LIVID. I moved out the next weekend to live with my grandparents, and for the rest of the time my mom was dating him (about another three months, all told), I made NO effort to get along with him. I didn't listen to him, I didn't respect him, I rolled my eyes at everything he said, I picked fights with him every chance I had. I hated him so much that thinking about him still pisses me off, and I made that blindingly clear to him.
Because, see, here's the thing. I'm a good person, I think. I don't drink, I don't use drugs, I don't steal or hurt people. I'm nice and polite and I hold doors open for people. I get good grades and work hard and all my teachers like me. I call my mom everyday and my grandmother every few weeks. But I have this knee-jerk reaction when I get accused of doing something wrong that I know I didn't do. When I do the right thing, and you still treat me like a criminal, like I've done something wrong, my automatic reaction is to say, okay, screw you. If I'm going to get into trouble for it anyway, I'll just fucking do it. I might as well. It's maybe not the right reaction, but it's how I react.
So Peter David, or Marvel, or Livejournal, or whoever holds the ultimate responsibility for pulling the plug on Scans_Daily, they're really pissing me off because they didn't give us the benefit of the doubt. They didn't give us the chance to fight for Fair Use, or to delete the post someone complained about, or change our rules (which the mods were doing anyway), or to explain ourselves in any way. They just decided to shove their way in and destroy a wonderful community that made hundreds of people happy and probably provided more free, positive marketing to comics publishers than any other site on the web. So you know what, to hell with them. If they're going to treat me like a thief, I'll be a goddamn thief.
All of which is a long and convoluted way of saying I need to find some illegal comics files to torrent.
Does anyone know where I can buy hairsticks that aren't terribly expensive? I figured out how to do a wrap bun this week (holds well and takes five seconds to throw together, LOVE), which brings my repertoire up to 3 and a half (braided, wrap, Chinese, and baad cinnamon bun), and if this is going to be a regular thing, I'd rather use something that looks less lame than a pencil.
I promise I'll stop talking about Scans_Daily soon (I promise, really!), but I have one more thing that's on my mind right now, besides the shock of losing the community and my frustration at a generation of writers that just don't get how the internet has changed writer-reader interactions. But first, here's a story about me.
When I was seventeen, my mom and me got kicked out of house because the owner wanted to sell it. There wasn't enough time (or money) to find a new place, so my mom moved us in with her boyfriend. I was out of the country at the time; I came home to find all my stuff in storage, waiting to be moved into my new room in the apartment of this guy I barely knew. Still, I'm pretty easy-going, and I usually like her boyfriends, so I was ready to make it work. Anthony...wasn't, so much. He got this idea in his head that I was a lazy little punk, and nothing I did could convince him otherwise. He treated me like a kid, he ordered me around, and he yelled at my mom when she didn't discipline me like he wanted.
One day she and him got into a fight over something she did, and because he thought I was involved somehow, he forced me to give him my housekeys. He said he or my mom could let me into the apartment; he didn't want me there by myself. I was, understandly, freaked out - what if I came home late from my dad's and they were gone, or asleep, was I just supposed to sit on the front step and wait for them? So not cool. But then a few hours later my mom came back into my room and gave me my keys back; I figured she'd talked some sense into him.
The next night, I came home from visiting my dad and let myself into the apartment with my keys. Anthony was sitting in the living room, and he immediately started asking me where the hell I'd gotten the keys. Then he accused me of stealing them. I told him I hadn't, but he didn't believe me.
This is a guy I had known for three fucking weeks, and in that time I had done absolutely nothing to make him think I would ever do something like that. I was LIVID. I moved out the next weekend to live with my grandparents, and for the rest of the time my mom was dating him (about another three months, all told), I made NO effort to get along with him. I didn't listen to him, I didn't respect him, I rolled my eyes at everything he said, I picked fights with him every chance I had. I hated him so much that thinking about him still pisses me off, and I made that blindingly clear to him.
Because, see, here's the thing. I'm a good person, I think. I don't drink, I don't use drugs, I don't steal or hurt people. I'm nice and polite and I hold doors open for people. I get good grades and work hard and all my teachers like me. I call my mom everyday and my grandmother every few weeks. But I have this knee-jerk reaction when I get accused of doing something wrong that I know I didn't do. When I do the right thing, and you still treat me like a criminal, like I've done something wrong, my automatic reaction is to say, okay, screw you. If I'm going to get into trouble for it anyway, I'll just fucking do it. I might as well. It's maybe not the right reaction, but it's how I react.
So Peter David, or Marvel, or Livejournal, or whoever holds the ultimate responsibility for pulling the plug on Scans_Daily, they're really pissing me off because they didn't give us the benefit of the doubt. They didn't give us the chance to fight for Fair Use, or to delete the post someone complained about, or change our rules (which the mods were doing anyway), or to explain ourselves in any way. They just decided to shove their way in and destroy a wonderful community that made hundreds of people happy and probably provided more free, positive marketing to comics publishers than any other site on the web. So you know what, to hell with them. If they're going to treat me like a thief, I'll be a goddamn thief.
All of which is a long and convoluted way of saying I need to find some illegal comics files to torrent.