Three, that’s the magic number
It’s Hutton’s Chase Me’s birthday:
Been doing this nonsense for three years now, and where’s it got me? Nowhere. It has simply widened the circle of people who think I’m a dick. That’s all it has achieved.
And isn’t that, in a final analysis, what it’s all about? Nobody called me a ‘cretin’ or ‘filth’ or ‘you cunt’ before I was a blogger.
Yay, blogging!
I bought a straw cowboy hat on Brighton beach today. It’s made me inordinately happier than five years - on and off - of blogging ever did.
Posted on April 14th, 2007 at 4:10 pm
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I have to say that I find myself becoming more misanthropic the more time I spend on the internet.
Seconded. You’re all friggers.
But it can’t supply the desired level of abuse. I’m very proud that I got my first abuse today but it wasn’t foul enough. When will these people pull the finger out?
blogging is for suckers
I got called a “trotcut” and a “prententious shit”. Just think what we’ll all be missing when that damn Code of Conduct becomes law.
“it can’t supply the desired level of abuse”
It can if he staples a bunch of post-its to the rim with phrases like “arsespanner”, “fuckcunt” “workshy ginger northern Shrek”, “commie traitor” and “online diarist with too much time on his hands” printed on the things.
I’m very proud that I got my first abuse today but it wasn’t foul enough. When will these people pull the finger out?
I’d be delighted to help you with this, Obscurity. I’ve just pulled my finger out, and would be more than happy to shove it up your nose, if that would you bring you pleasure.
But yeah, blogging: what a load of shit.