Bloody hell...

I'm saying that for two reasons, not the least of which is that I really had no plans on posting here anymore because of all the bullshit that keeps happening with the comments and whatnot at Munu and also because THANKS to all the bullshit that keeps happening to the comments, I've missed a SHITLOAD of them because they weren't being emailed like they're supposed to be, if they were able to be posted at all.

I don't know, honestly, which it is I'm more thoroughy sick of... idiots fucking things up at Munu with that Godforsaken Blacklist and provoked DDoS attacks (which isn't me, before someone retard suggests THAT again, I KNOW who keeps begging for that shit, the fuckin' jerkoffs) or the inhuman MORONS infecting Rob's comments like the AIDS virus on crack.
(And, the reason I think the ones causing the DDoS attacks are jerkoffs isn't because they're so obviously pissing somebody off with whatever they're saying, it's because they're doing it THERE, where the results of their pissing people off affect innocent people's blogs too, who have not one frickin' nickle in it. THAT makes them jerkoffs, because they know it's happening AND that they're the cause of it, yet they don't have the class to go somewhere else, where the only one who'd be affected by their horseshit would be THEM, the dickheads. And, let's don't even get me STARTED verbalizing my feelings for the dicksnot-brained doofuses with that damned Blacklist... ugh.)

Having to put up with any more shit from the parasites at Munu (and y'all KNOW who you are, too) will be solved soon and the "bullshit score" at Rob's is: One down, one to go.

Now, about these comments I missed...
(And, fuckall, am I PISSED about that....)

Starting on about the 21st, things went to shit.
I think that was the last day that I was able to be aware of comments as they came in.

On the 22nd, under this post, I missed Delftsman3's comment, because, apparently, after I'd answered Chablis, the comments got fucked again.

So, D3, you sure nuff can "join the club" and I do appreciate it. I've been putting up with her shit for way too goddamned long and it's nice to know that not everybody is under her grinding thumb.
She's a goddess like I'm a fuckin' PRIEST.

And, I'll getcha the blockquote code from Paul.
He knows about that kinda stuff, not me.
And, SEE?
If I'd have KNOWN about these comments any earlier than about five goddamned minutes ago, I coulda already had it for ya because I just got done talking to Paul for about two and a half hours tonight.

I did a second post on the 22nd, that I also missed all the comments on after I'd answered Cat.

In between those two posts is yet another post giving notice that the comments were once again fucked.
Then, it was updated saying they were fixed.
What it failed to mention was that it was only gonna be for about a friggin' HOUR, if that, apparently.

Then, on the 23rd, after this post, I tried to answer Chablis and AGAIN discovered to my RAGE that the goddamned comments were AGAIN fucked.

Apparently, they were working for about 90 seconds on the 24th, as I saw Chablis' comment to this post from the 23rd, but, by the time I tried to answer her, pffft AGAIN.

Still on the 24th, after the post right under this one, I tried to comment after Spork did, but once again COULDN'T.

So, I shot off an email to the person who is gonna solve this for me very soon FOR GOOD and went the fuck to bed in a high state of pissoff about the whole thing.

I was hoping to GOD that when I woke up I wouldn't still be pissed, but apparently, I was. (Most of which is in the comments...)
I went the fuck OFF finally, after putting up with this shit for far too long.
I'm kinda thinkin' that if I'd have said something sooner, or each and every friggin' time this shit happened, I wouldn't have blown up like I did...

And, let me say again, right here, right now, that I in no way blame Pixy for alla this endless horseshit.
It's not his fault.
It's the fault of a buncha fuckin' morons all dickin' around with the Blacklist as if they know what they're doing when they OBVIOUSLY DO NOT, as if, when dickin' around with the stupid Blacklist they're not fucking things up for EVERY-GODDAMNED-BODY, when, in fact, THEY ARE.

The times you can't get here at all?
The fault of certain assholes who say the kinda stupid shit that provokes DDoS attacks.
They fuckin' well KNOW they're doing it, too, but they don't care, the parasitic fucks.
Being hosted for nothing, causing MAJOR problems, knowing it and continuing to do so.

Sounds a lot like some of the chucklefucks in Rob's comments these days. At least the last three parts of that do....

After I freaked the fuck out over at Munu, I decided "fuck it" about posting here anymore.

Plus, I was busy, wasting my time, trying to reason with another buncha dickheads in Rob's comments.
Under this post, if ya wanna see it... pack a fuckin' lunch, I'm tellin' ya now.

BUT, I am happy and more relieved than I can say that this shit, all of this shit, will be over soon.

One of the two biggest fuckholes at Rob's has been plugged and the other will be dealt with also.

And, real soon, it's not gonna matter to me who fucks up what at Munu anymore.

Well, actually, I already don't care about that anymore.
I got kinda distracted from it by the shit in Rob's comments, then by the time I got my attention swung back over to this pile of crap, it's already on it's way to being solved for good.

MEANWHILE, I still haven't quite finished the house yet.
Not too hard to understand that when it's me against what seems to be the world (or a whole buncha creatures) messing it up, huh?

I wash dishes and before I'm done, here's some more.
I do wash and before I can get it done, there's more.

My hand to God, it's worse than trying to have alla the cat boxes clean at the same time.

Ya just can't do it.

By the time ya clean the last one, the first ones are already "used" again.
It's endless.
A vicious cycle.... *sigh*

BUT... I'm also happy to report that I've finally found a suitable replacement for Ephedra.

Which, while keeping me from being hungry and giving me energy, is also exacerbating the symptoms of my stupid period, which is here again yes, and yes, I'd still rather have a friggin' BEARD than deal with this crap.
Plus, I think the raw nerves from the Ephedra-type shit and my period are not helping in the slightest when it comes to not reacting to the cretins at Rob's.

I'd already decided that enough is too damned much as far those douchebags are concerned and, frankly, now that I know it'll be handled, I feel even better, even if I do still sound "annoyed".

I am.

Just by virtue of the fact that alla that mess happened at all in the first place.

And, I also still think that Pixy is being taken advantage of and being run into the ground by a few thankless clods over there at Munu and several HUNDRED turds screwing up the works with the stupid Blacklist.

Meanwhile, one of my favorite cats just had to find a way to get behind/under the non-working, non-mobile, stationary-under-the-countertop dishwasher to have her kittens, resulting in us having to pretty much disassemble the damned thing to get her and them outta there.
Thanks, Chicky.
I needed that.
NOT.

Fuck man, I didn't even need anymore kittens, PERIOD.
Ya know?

And, now, I'm sitting here trying to type with my fat little tank-like chickenshit Jack Russell in my lap, shakin' like an epileptic because, apparently, it's thundering again.

Yeah, did I mention it's rained about 2 foot here in the last 24 hours?
It has.
Everything is flooded.
Muddy, wet, icky, nasty....

Makes things soooo much better.
*rolls eyes*

So, since my legs are falling asleep from the weight of this dawg and I can't half see the keyboard through his fat head, I guess I'm done now.

Plus, the damned cat with the kittens is naggin' the fuck outta me to take her and her crew upstairs into my bedroom where she can alone, like that "I vant to be aloooone" actress-person.

I shoulda never told her I'd do that "shortly".
Goddamned cat understands English and hasn't left me alone for five minutes since I told her that last night.

Soon, Woman, soon... now quit meowing at me!

Plus, if there's not some strawberries marinating in sugar for Strawberry Shortcake for later and maybe Eric's birthday cake baked soon, I think I'm gonna get lynched.

Not to eeeeven mention, it would be nice to get the stupid house finished finally, which I ain't gonna get done sittin' here with a vibrating dog on me, am I?

Amazing how the ballsey-est dog this side of the Mississippi can become such a wuss just because God decides to bowl a few frames.

Anyway....

I'm outta here.
And, outta there, then outta here again, soon.

Meanwhile...

Peace, y'all.

Posted by: Stevie at 03:59 AM

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