Since it appears that I will be unable to finish my layout before the weekend, I thought I might as well do some blogging… lest you think I just purchased this domain (and space) for show. In case you’re wondering: if I did, it would’ve been called vera.nu.
It seems like these days the e-drama is high on the list of discussion topics, so I couldn’t possibly miss out on that. One of the things that never fails to amuse me, or at the very least make me roll my eyes, is the ever-so-popular “it’s MY site, I can do what I want here” type of comeback.
You mean that the half naked celebrity was not spawned by my over-exerted brain? For a minute here I thought that this was my OWN site. Why did I think that? Well you know I tend to get rather weird ideas. See, unlike these so-called personal site owners who write for themselves, I DO admit to caring a great deal about my visitors. Heck the only reason my font is not 7px Tahoma caps lock, is because the vast majority claim that 11-12px are more comfortable to read. Following this line of logic, it stands to reason that if I want to make it crystal clear that as many of you as possible are to come to adore me, or at the very least stalk me obsessively, I have to ensure that you CAN read said message.
But back to the issue at hand. Why do these webmasters keep stressing their ownership, and lack of willingness to so much as consider the issues mentioned? Could it be that said complainers have actually struck a nerve? Is it possible that a tiny voice in the back of said webmaster’s head is telling him/her: that ‘flamer’ is not entirely wrong?
Of course the poor victimized webmasters can’t possibly admit to this. I mean those excessively rude complainers didn’t even have the decency to mention their displeasure in private. They actually posted a blog entry/article on it. And by that they implicitly incited their followers/visitors to go and vandalize the aforementioned site.
I admit it openly: I’m immature for starting/continuing/feeding on e-drama, but at least I can do so without resorting to virtual bitch slapping , name calling and over all atrocious spelling/grammar. It’s not about who can come up with the rudest insult in the shortest amount of time. Use perfect spelling and tell me that I should be finishing those reviews I own Mar and Ben, and I’ll re-think my attitude. You claim you’re above e-drama and you’re not participating in it? So ignore me and don’t mention this/me… let alone edit your blog entry 57658 times in regards to said drama.
I’m not going to explicitly link to these uncaring webmasters’ sites for the simple reason that I am extremely egoistic and self centered person, who doesn’t want you to leave her site. However for those of you who’re curious, refer to the following blog entries: Me luvs teh interwebz dramuh!!!11, The Dramuh Llamuh, Issue 2 or PSGR in general.
I tried to reconstruct the blog from the database backup and obviously I deleted the first entry. Among other things… it kept redirecting to my old site *huffs* Oh well, at least a little tinkering in the database solved the latter problems. I’m really grateful to all your comments on said post.
So for those curious, and who have missed my previous about page:
lianko is a highly twisted way of pronouncing leányka (little girl in Hungarian).
Answering a questionnaire at a medical checkup:
Doctor (apologetically): OK, two more … um intimate questions, but they are just yes/or no.
Me: Sure.
Doctor (steeling herself): Have you started your sexual life before the age of 16?
Me: No
Doctor: Partners over 6?
Me (bewildered): Over 6??
Doctor: yes…
Me (even more bewildered): I don’t understand…
Doctors (nervously): Er… did you have more than 6 partners?
Me: OH I see; no.
Doctor(curiously): What did you think I was asking?
Me (embarrassed): Partners older than 6 years of age.Doctor laughs nervously.
I suppose all that fanfiction can be slightly unnerving in “real-life” 