August 2nd, 2004

hearts

dear mister terrorist

if you're really going to pull anything skanky downtown this week, could you please try to concentrate your efforts on (1) guys in their 20s from virginia with short hair who wear baggy khaki shorts and penny loafers, live in a townhome, and listen to dave matthews with their bleached blonde preppie gfs, and (2) tourist families with fanny packs and two or more loud kids under 10.

actually if you can somehow nick Dave Matthews himself, criminal waste of a human existence that he is, I might even shout Hezbollah a few times.

but please leave the cool people, 'cuz we're way short.

peace out
pink bear of death

Vanda(l)mania DC

After spending part of the afternoon peeping the Pandamania website, I noticed that, in addition to a number of street-art pandas already listed as being in "hospital" after having appendages ripped off, a panda by my subway stop was now missing an ear. I think DC is too angry of a city to support street art. The problem with DC is that almost nobody is actually "from" there and everybody who comes from someplace else has a chip on their shoulder about how they aren't getting ahead fast enough at work and/or the gov'mint owes them a living. It's difficult for people to live in cities such as DC and LA where there is an obvious elite class, when they themselves can't crack (heh she said "crack", where? where?!) the elitist barrier. Dump a bunch of busted Metro escalators and a constant siege of tourists and homeless beggars on top of all that and I can see where some take out their insecurities/ire on poor fat defenseless fiberglass symbols of fake diplomacy. However, because I personally enjoy looking at the arty pandas, I would prefer that they all be moved to a nice secluded gallery where I could enjoy them in peace, and that panda molesters be forced to spend several hours shut in an Iron Panda in 100-degree heat while tourists snap pics.
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Like first dates from hell in the comfort of your own living room.

I know I post on LiveJernal about LiveJernal a lot. After giving it some thought, I've resolved not to feel guilty about this anymore, 'cuz it's all cool like a snake eating its own tale, er tail, or maybe like a guppy eating its young. Slurp.

Tonight I was wondering what were those seemingly innocuous, reasonably content-neutral behaviors on LJ that make you just immediately go, "OK that's it, bleargh, I don't want to read any more of this person's stuff." I said "reasonably content-neutral" because I don't wish to open a debate over whether someone should be posting about their suicide attempts or other loaded subjects on here. Loaded schtuff aside, what irks you? Let's also say, something besides posting a bunch of memes and posting in ALL CAPS, because we hear about those all the time and there's got to be other dumb lil' things.

For me, it's when I go to someone's userinfo page and their bio either takes up the entire page and tells their whole life history, or they include a Cast of Characters giving the LJ name, in LJ usertag format, of their "best friend", "partner in crime", "roommate", "brother", "ex who is still a friend" and so on like their journal is the pilot to a new Fox series. The kiss of absolute death is when they do both. If I wanted that much exposition, I'd watch an Oliver Stone film.

Running a close second are people who have a big statement up about how if they can't understand and follow EVERYTHING you're posting about in your journal, they don't want to read it. Dislike of the unspoken or unclarified is so far to the "normal" side of the spectrum, it's per se weird. I suspect such folks, if given the option, would even choose an obvious, explicable death, such as by choking on a slice of Wonder Bread at a family picnic.

So does anybody want to beef about any little LJ habits? I don't even mind if they're my own. C'mon, try an' make me feel guilty :P