Steve Irwin - Vol. 2
Now, I made no secret of the fact that I was in the sauce when I posted my last entry about Crikey's unfortunate death. It was angry and it was heartfelt and you know? It was what it was.
Personally, I felt some of my friends could've been more sensitive to the fact that I honestly mourned the guy, despite their own opinions, because that's what you do with friends: you comfort them. Or you just say nothing at all. I mean, I shed tears for the guy. You can say that's stupid, but how rude can you be saying it to my face, you know? It really lowered my opinon of some.
lezopez expresses eloquence:
...this story is a big reason why I don't believe I'm cynical but merely terminally sarcastic. A wildlife expert, killed by wildlife? I should be going to town with this! Except I can't, because he's the croc hunter and I loved him and I am very sad that he died. He was an all around decent guy - and trust me, I can make fun of decent people - but not him.
This mirrors everything I feel about the subject. Period. That's not going to change. I can still laugh at the corny Steve Irwin suntan lotion ("protects against rays!") jokes--I mean, my humor didn't die with him--but the outright "oh PLEASE get over it" condescension is just inexcusable coming from those professing to be my friends. Strangers I'll take that from. Friends, never. Assheads.
OH YEAH AND FUCK YOU AGAIN.
It all started when skyblade im'd me. I was weepy and sensitive and just generally having a bad day, when he suddenly interrupts my diatribes with "Oh hey, have you seen ginmar's journal where she busts on Irwin?" Well, I had read enough of the negativity for one day so I didn't really want to click the link he provided to read more.
Then again, I come from a long line of women whose business is to get into other people's business, so of course I clicked immediately.
And oh honey was it a carnival show. She turned an unfortunate death into her own personal vendetta against men. You could almost hear her howled accusations that the poor guy died while swimming on his way to her house to rape her. I mean, what the shit?
If you're going to share an unpopular opinion, at least do it in a concise, rational way. This chick is like Crazy Alice on the Howard Stern Show, equal parts histrionics and brick wall.
NO! She's like one of those fortune tellers squatting serenely in a glass booth, waiting for a quarter to bring them to life. You know, if the fortune teller had tourettes and rabies combined.
And the booth was a reinforced cage.
Well, folks, skyblade was that quarter. More specifically, he got dared into being that quarter. To be fair, he honestly didn't want to do it. In fact, he hesitated quite a long time because the boy's heart just isn't black and made of latex, much as we may wish it.
So as debate raged in ginmar's journal, her getting more hysterical by the moment ("FUCK YOU, TROLL MORON!"), skyblade took a deep breath, convinced he was going to regret this, and strolled into that hotbed of female righteousness and pushed the quarter in.
The Fortune Teller of Crazy came to life beyond everyone's expectations.
A veritable BLOODFRENZY erupted, sanity scattered and immediately ginmar stormed into Snarkfest (where we are all members) and proceeded to fire off a barrage of private messages meant to shrivel the hardiest of ballsacks.
She got no reply.
Meanwhile, more people signed on to yahoo and joined the conversation. I'd be lying if I said we weren't rocking back and forth with laughter, congratulating ourselves on a stunt any third grader would have been proud of. I mean, come on. It was just one of those obviously trollish comments where you almost CAN'T get mad.
Yet...mad she became. In fact, she went positively radioactive.
She took it to the public boards and posted, honest to christ:
Can someone explain to me why Skyblade threatened to rape me in the ass?!
lezopez, who incidentally is Admin at Snarkfest, immediately fired off a warning that LJ business was considered OUTSIDE business, was not to be brought into the community, and should be taken to pm.
Further enraged, ginmar posted more stupidity...but not before skyblade got his last digs in by sending her an unexpected pm that said:
I assure you it wasn't a threat. Merely an offer. In fact, more academic speculation. Also, I don't appreciate your implications. I'm much taller than Harlan Ellison.
Huh. He didn't tell us he was going to send that. But hee!
Regardless, you either have to be socially stunted or more repressed than therapy can ever help if you take any of this seriously. How someone cannot appreciate the beauty of immaturity for immaturity's sake is beyond me.
IT'S WHY YOU'RE A MEMBER OF SNARKFEST IN THE FIRST PLACE, IMBECILE.
ginmar publically posts more stupidity.
Again she was warned.
I stopped by to post to no one in particular that I was LMFAO.
More stupidity.
lezopez finally busted out with the ADMINISTRATIVE ITALICS OF FURIOUS FURY and commanded she DROP IT.
Then ginmar made the mistake of her life by pm'ing lezopez...Admin of the boards, mind you...and peppering the pm with insults, caustic innuendo and "I am twice your age, bitch!"
I mean, her crotch must be lined with razors, she's so militant.
Now I'm not going to post the contents of those pms, but just know that they involved the words "DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE BLOOD OF A 4 YEAR OLD SMELLS LIKE?" followed by frothing at the mouth and the bending back of pinkies. It's enough to give Charlie Manson a wood.
She grumpily recaps events in her journal and skyblade's reputation as an Anal Rapist is secured.
**Here is where I feel I should throw in a disclaimer**
By no means can I ever nor will I ever condone threats of rape, sodomy or physical harm. If I had any sense that people truly meant other people ill, I would be a de-friending fool.
skyblade ABSOLUTELY DID NOT MEAN FOR HIS (ADMITTEDLY HILARIOUS) COMMENT TO BE TAKEN AS A PHYSICAL THREAT. I REALLY JUST WANT TO STRESS THAT. HE'S A GOOD GUY AND HE REALLY WOULDN'T HAVE DONE IT IF A GROUP OF PEOPLE DIDN'T EGG HIM ON. HE LOVES HIS MOTHER. YET HE IS OUR PUPPET.
This is dark humor at it's finest and no one's claiming to be mature adults in this instance. It is harmless fun meant solely to stir the pot, certainly, but by no means is it worse than half the things people post over there at Snarkfest or anywhere else.
Give a hoot, don't pollute.
Personally, I felt some of my friends could've been more sensitive to the fact that I honestly mourned the guy, despite their own opinions, because that's what you do with friends: you comfort them. Or you just say nothing at all. I mean, I shed tears for the guy. You can say that's stupid, but how rude can you be saying it to my face, you know? It really lowered my opinon of some.
lezopez expresses eloquence:
...this story is a big reason why I don't believe I'm cynical but merely terminally sarcastic. A wildlife expert, killed by wildlife? I should be going to town with this! Except I can't, because he's the croc hunter and I loved him and I am very sad that he died. He was an all around decent guy - and trust me, I can make fun of decent people - but not him.
This mirrors everything I feel about the subject. Period. That's not going to change. I can still laugh at the corny Steve Irwin suntan lotion ("protects against rays!") jokes--I mean, my humor didn't die with him--but the outright "oh PLEASE get over it" condescension is just inexcusable coming from those professing to be my friends. Strangers I'll take that from. Friends, never. Assheads.
OH YEAH AND FUCK YOU AGAIN.
It all started when skyblade im'd me. I was weepy and sensitive and just generally having a bad day, when he suddenly interrupts my diatribes with "Oh hey, have you seen ginmar's journal where she busts on Irwin?" Well, I had read enough of the negativity for one day so I didn't really want to click the link he provided to read more.
Then again, I come from a long line of women whose business is to get into other people's business, so of course I clicked immediately.
And oh honey was it a carnival show. She turned an unfortunate death into her own personal vendetta against men. You could almost hear her howled accusations that the poor guy died while swimming on his way to her house to rape her. I mean, what the shit?
If you're going to share an unpopular opinion, at least do it in a concise, rational way. This chick is like Crazy Alice on the Howard Stern Show, equal parts histrionics and brick wall.
NO! She's like one of those fortune tellers squatting serenely in a glass booth, waiting for a quarter to bring them to life. You know, if the fortune teller had tourettes and rabies combined.
And the booth was a reinforced cage.
Well, folks, skyblade was that quarter. More specifically, he got dared into being that quarter. To be fair, he honestly didn't want to do it. In fact, he hesitated quite a long time because the boy's heart just isn't black and made of latex, much as we may wish it.
So as debate raged in ginmar's journal, her getting more hysterical by the moment ("FUCK YOU, TROLL MORON!"), skyblade took a deep breath, convinced he was going to regret this, and strolled into that hotbed of female righteousness and pushed the quarter in.
The Fortune Teller of Crazy came to life beyond everyone's expectations.
A veritable BLOODFRENZY erupted, sanity scattered and immediately ginmar stormed into Snarkfest (where we are all members) and proceeded to fire off a barrage of private messages meant to shrivel the hardiest of ballsacks.
She got no reply.
Meanwhile, more people signed on to yahoo and joined the conversation. I'd be lying if I said we weren't rocking back and forth with laughter, congratulating ourselves on a stunt any third grader would have been proud of. I mean, come on. It was just one of those obviously trollish comments where you almost CAN'T get mad.
Yet...mad she became. In fact, she went positively radioactive.
She took it to the public boards and posted, honest to christ:
Can someone explain to me why Skyblade threatened to rape me in the ass?!
lezopez, who incidentally is Admin at Snarkfest, immediately fired off a warning that LJ business was considered OUTSIDE business, was not to be brought into the community, and should be taken to pm.
Further enraged, ginmar posted more stupidity...but not before skyblade got his last digs in by sending her an unexpected pm that said:
I assure you it wasn't a threat. Merely an offer. In fact, more academic speculation. Also, I don't appreciate your implications. I'm much taller than Harlan Ellison.
Huh. He didn't tell us he was going to send that. But hee!
Regardless, you either have to be socially stunted or more repressed than therapy can ever help if you take any of this seriously. How someone cannot appreciate the beauty of immaturity for immaturity's sake is beyond me.
IT'S WHY YOU'RE A MEMBER OF SNARKFEST IN THE FIRST PLACE, IMBECILE.
ginmar publically posts more stupidity.
Again she was warned.
I stopped by to post to no one in particular that I was LMFAO.
More stupidity.
lezopez finally busted out with the ADMINISTRATIVE ITALICS OF FURIOUS FURY and commanded she DROP IT.
Then ginmar made the mistake of her life by pm'ing lezopez...Admin of the boards, mind you...and peppering the pm with insults, caustic innuendo and "I am twice your age, bitch!"
I mean, her crotch must be lined with razors, she's so militant.
Now I'm not going to post the contents of those pms, but just know that they involved the words "DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE BLOOD OF A 4 YEAR OLD SMELLS LIKE?" followed by frothing at the mouth and the bending back of pinkies. It's enough to give Charlie Manson a wood.
She grumpily recaps events in her journal and skyblade's reputation as an Anal Rapist is secured.
**Here is where I feel I should throw in a disclaimer**
By no means can I ever nor will I ever condone threats of rape, sodomy or physical harm. If I had any sense that people truly meant other people ill, I would be a de-friending fool.
skyblade ABSOLUTELY DID NOT MEAN FOR HIS (ADMITTEDLY HILARIOUS) COMMENT TO BE TAKEN AS A PHYSICAL THREAT. I REALLY JUST WANT TO STRESS THAT. HE'S A GOOD GUY AND HE REALLY WOULDN'T HAVE DONE IT IF A GROUP OF PEOPLE DIDN'T EGG HIM ON. HE LOVES HIS MOTHER. YET HE IS OUR PUPPET.
This is dark humor at it's finest and no one's claiming to be mature adults in this instance. It is harmless fun meant solely to stir the pot, certainly, but by no means is it worse than half the things people post over there at Snarkfest or anywhere else.
Give a hoot, don't pollute.