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Exit Strategies Thursday, Aug. 27, 2009 - 12:32 a.m. Yesterday was kind of satisfying. I received a rude and completely inappropriate comment, and within five minutes of its arrival, it was gone, and the ISP from which it was posted was blocked. It was from speakeasy, somewhere here in San Francisco, and based on this info, I know exactly who it was. Assholes who hide under sockpuppet names to come chew me out and think they can get away with it are my favorite creatures in the world to torment. Hee hee hee... You're not in high school anymore, jackhole. if you don't like what you read here, stay the fuck away from me. My comments rules appear at the bottom of every page, and just to make sure they are nice and visible, I'm printing them up here in larger type: THE LEGAL STUFF: All content on this site that was created by me is copyright 2003-2009 Brin-Marie McLaughlin. Steal my stuff and I'll squash you like a bug. This diary features the sole opinions and experiences of one person, namely me, the person who is paying for the space. All incoming email is subject to publication or other distribution by me in whole or in part at my sole discretion. Anything else on these pages including any comments belongs to whoever created it. The comments section is part of my paid presence on the web, and is used by my readership to supplement the things I have written here with relevent information in a polite manner. Comments that do not fall in that category are subject to deletion at my whim. Your use of my comments section constitutes the understanding of this statement. News excerpts used here are for educational purposes and are permitted under the Fair Use Doctrine. This is not rocket surgery. Play nice, or GTFO. Simple? Thanks! Have a lovely day! --- Band stuff: Okay, it's official: The final Are You Sure email from band management to Todd was met with a very gracious Thanks, But No Thanks. This guy is good, and needs the right group of people to work with. I'll be more than happy to help him find the right place. if we weren't the folks he was supposed to be working with, that's the breaks. No hard feelings and we're all still friends. This split was better than either of my divorces, FF's sake. --- Friday Five from last week, because it's Thursday. Or something: What time of the day is your favourite, and why? Link to the left. --- That's it. Have a good Thursday. ---
what you missed - what's next - leave a note THE LEGAL STUFF: All content on this site that was created by me is copyright 2003-infinity by Brin Marie McLaughlin. Steal my stuff and I'll squash you like a bug. All incoming email or any other form of communication with me is subject to publication or other distribution by me in whole or in part at my sole discretion. This diary features the sole opinions and experiences of one person, namely me, the person who is paying for this space. In the interest of safety and accountability, no anonymous input will ever be allowed here, ever, for any reason in the entire history of ever. Whenever there is a comments section appearing in this diary, it's to be considered part of my paid presence on the web, and shall be used by my readership to supplement the things I have written here with relevant information in a polite manner. Comments that do not fall in that category are subject to deletion at my whim. Your visit to my diary along with your use of my comments section constitutes the understanding of this statement. Anything else on these pages including any comments belongs to whoever created it. All external links are current as of the date of the entry in which they are first featured, but at no other time. News excerpts used here are for educational purposes and are permitted under the Fair Use Doctrine. Hold hands when you cross the street, and play nice. |