AnonymousCoworker

As you may have (or more likely) may not have noticed, I have been changing my brother’s comments all day long. At first it seemed funny, but once he got really cheesed off I realized how frustrating and infuriating it is to have your words manipulated and being powerless to change anything.

It’s very Orwellian for a Haloscan user to Edit comments, and I can’t imagine the strife it would cause were it to enacted against us on a daily basis.

If you’re completely unfamiliar about what I am speaking, you need look no further than 1984. The main character, Winston Smith, relates how in his job he is responsible for press records. An article announcing the chocolate ration being decreased to 4oz per week is changed to read that the ration is being INcreased to 4oz per week.

It’s slippery, and it’s scary, and I don’t like it. The only comments I’ve ever changed on my blog are those posted by my younger brother, and they’ve usually been of less than relevant quality. But it’s not uncommon to see members of the political blogosphere erasing their comments when someone approaches them with a perspective other than their own.

These are not even comments that ignorantly insult the author, but simple contradictions. The worst part is, once it’s gone down the memory hole, it’s gone for good.

Bloggers will never be serious journalists until they stop fucking around with their archives to make themselves look neverwrong and when they stop fucking around with commenters that poke holes in their theories. How can they ever claim the authority and ethics of modern media while at the same time they practice erasure for the Ministry of Thought?

Shut the fuck up you pajama-wearing, parent’s-basement living, uncontrolled diarrhea-of-the-mouth assholes. Practice what you fucking preach.

Take two people who love each other, attach them.
Surround them with friends and family.
Bake under an epileptically random array of flashbulbs for an hour.
Add food.
Add 1 Long Island Iced Tea Fountain.
Add 1 Open Bar.
Dispose of the overly drunken guest(s) that result.
Shake your booty on the floor tonight.
Simmer at happy couple’s apartment.
Add a bit more alcohol and greasy food.
Surround with choicest friends.
Vomit (Bride only).
Go home.
Sleep 11+ hours.
Try and figure out why the day was such a blur.

Entertain me.

Love,

ACW

P.S. What do you all do for fun online when you’re bored? Most days I can spread the blogging, working, and general goofing off around enough to make the day go by without gaps, but every now and then I get stuck with nothing to do. I read blogs to fast, or I have nothing to write, and I’ve already played my online games. The aggregator doesn’t help because it saves me so much time (it does, however, make me feel lots better than going through my bookmarked blogs over and over all day to find no updates).

I play Legend of the Green Dragon, which keeps me busy for between 5 and 20 minutes before noon and after noon. I read blogs and check comments (mine and everybody else’s). I settle my banking. I mess around with Netflix. Sometimes I play games at Pogo. Everynow and then people will IM me and that will keep me entertained (and you can feel free to do so at any time. I’ll talk to whomever about whatever). Generally though, that’s about it. It’s kind of lame to look at it like that, so I need your help to delamify me.

If you’re a power company, it’s your job to supply power. Simple, no? Apparently, if you’re BGE in Baltimore, the answer actually is no.

All summer long Kmart and I have been suffering planned power outages at the hands of BGE. They’ll send us a letter a few weeks in advance to let us know that they’re going to hang us out to dry, power-wise, and if we don’t like it we can go take a flying fuck. Normally it’s just for 8 or 10 hours from midnight on, and that’s not too bad. At least we weren’t running our AC when they did those.

But I just got a new letter for another planned outage. For 30 hours.

30 hours!? Are you fucking KIDDING me!? Do you even know that turning off our power for 30 hours runs completely contrary to your job of providing me some fucking E-lec-tricity? Ridiculous walnut brained ass monkeys.

In what other industry do they take their services away and then expect you to like it? Can you imagine walking into a bank and having them tell you that you wouldn’t be able to access your cash for 30 hours in the next week? At least you can withdrawal some cash to have available in advance. Where the fuck am I supposed to horde electricity? I can’t just put it in a cardboard box in the corner of the basement BGE.

Yeah, I guess a generator would work, but BGE could also do their goddamned jobs.

I’m putting this post up for two reasons. The first reason is because I don’t want the Schiavo autopsy link to be at the top of my page anymore.

The second is to do a bit of venting. Why is it that when things get insanely busy I still don’t have anything to post about? What kind of crap is that (yo how’s about a smack)?

I could tell you about my trip to Subway for lunch. I could tell you that I ordered a 6 inch Turkey and Ham on Wheat with lettuce, tomato, pickles, and mustard. I could tell you that’s the same thing I order every time I go to Subway, or at least a close variation thereof. I could tell you that the girl at the Subway who was taking everyone’s bread order sliced her finger open and bled all over the cutting board and all the condiments. I could tell you that the police officer that was behind me in line jumped over the counter when the girl fainted and none of her fellow employees did anything about it. I could tell you that the cop got into a shouting match with the manager because the manager was being a douche and all he kept saying to the girl was, “You’re gonna pay for all this food.” I could tell you that after the cop called for backup his partner came in and arrested the manager and all the employees had an, “Oh shit, what the Hell do we do now?” look on all their faces. I could tell you that I never got my sub because the cop had to take down statements from everybody.

I could tell you all that stuff, but I’d be lying. I went in, got my sub, and left. It was like, the most boring lunch ever.