December 21st, 2011

Вопрос дня: 20 лет без СССР

К псевдодемократии, которая замыливает нам глаза и делает со страной, (не исключено, что не только со страной) что хочет... К полураспаду малого и среднего бизнеса.. В стране ничего не создаётся, только рушится.. Абсолютная бюрократия и коррупция... Люди не уверенна в своей стране.. Своей стране насрать на своих людей... Алкоголизм, наркомания и преступность зашкаливают... В завтрашнем дне не уверенна большая часть населения... С экранов на нас смотрят неприятные рожи(в большинстве своём) политиков, которые только говорят, причём такое ощущение, что сами не понимают до конца о чём.. Про последние выборы в гос думу, вообще.... Ноу Коментс... Возникает только один вопрос, что же будет дальше ?? =0 
ToonJess Happy

Writer's Block: Career paths

My goal is to be some kind of serial entrepreneur, leading to my hopeful creation and ownership of a media conglomerate of sorts. We'd make movies and produce tv shows and print comics and have a record label and all that fun stuff. I'd help other people get their own creative dreams off the ground so they can have fun and make a living at the same time. 
I more or less want to start businesses, build them up, pay someone else to manage them for me and then start another one. Rinse repeat. I don't enjoy working for other people. I could do it if it was a really kick-ass creative job, but there aren't many of those around here, I'm afraid. Work shouldn't be un-fun. That's no way to live.

And now to blog about that trip to Hersheypark I took this weekend.

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If you could have any job in the world, what would it be?
Jared - Thank You

Writer's Block: Bah Humbug Day!

Take a deep breath. Now rant about something.

I love how this is the question after the new layout release. Yeah the comment layout is awful, it gives me a headache, I can't preview anything, and the subject lines are gone.
You guys never listen to us anyway so what is the point of complaining?
Gee I wonder why this is my first entry in months?
  • 0slik

Вопрос дня: 20 лет без СССР

Под жопой хорошая тачка, в магазине покупаю не думаю о цена, 2 - 4 раза в год катаюсь за границу, думаю о том, как купить участок и построить там дом и посадить свою аллеей. А я не партийный и не сын партийного , а тупо капиталист. Вот к чему мы пришли, кто не шел , это его проблема.
Winter Wind Cold

Вопрос дня: 20 лет без СССР

К чему мы пришли спустя 20 лет после распада СССР?
Раз уж предал даже тех, кто его "взрастил"
К чему мы пришли спустя 20 лет после распада СССР?

Вопрос дня: 20 лет без СССР

При СССР люди жили с идеей и верой в светлое будущее не боясь за своих детей, а теперь живут с иллюзией нормальной жизни, закрывая глаза на все, что на самом деле происходит в стране. Иллюзия во всех сферах нашей жизни! Мозги забивают информацией об улучшении уровня жизни в стране, повышают зарплаты, но цены повышаются еще стремительней. 8000 р минимальная пенсия! За один поход в магазин улетает 1500 , а то и больше! ГОСТ уничтожен, продукты питания делаются по техничнским условиям, каждый лепит что хочет! Даже легендарный автомат Калашникова хотят снять с производства!! За 20 лет не построили даже одного завода , все заводы со времен СССР! Такими темпами мы пришли к митингам на Болотной! ( долго шли, наверно думали , что наши правители осознают свои ошибки. Но это не ошибки, это продуманные действия организованной группы по уничтожению нашей Родины)!

Вопрос дня: 20 лет без СССР

При СССР люди жили с идеей и верой в светлое будущее не боясь за своих детей, а теперь живут с иллюзией нормальной жизни, закрывая глаза на все, что на самом деле происходит в стране. Иллюзия во всех сферах нашей жизни! Мозги забивают информацией об улучшении уровня жизни в стране, повышают зарплаты, но цены повышаются еще стремительней. 8000 р минимальная пенсия! За один поход в магазин улетает 1500 , а то и больше! ГОСТ уничтожен, продукты питания делаются по техничнским условиям, каждый лепит что хочет! Даже легендарный автомат Калашникова хотят снять с производства!! За 20 лет не построили даже одного завода , все заводы со времен СССР! Такими темпами мы пришли к митингам на Болотной! ( долго шли, наверно думали , что наши правители осознают свои ошибки. Но это не ошибки, это продуманные действия организованной группы по уничтожению нашей Родины)!

Вопрос дня: Новый год

  В мои каникулы (время, когда у меня официально закончится сессия и не будет учебы совсем в районе недели), я заведу формспринг. 
  Напишу статус, дескать, 10 вопросов будут удостоены моего ответа, но если мне не понравится ни один - я ни на один не отвечу. Обожаю социальные эксперименты.
Чем Вы будете заниматься в новогодние каникулы?

Вопрос дня: Новый год

  В мои каникулы (время, когда у меня официально закончится сессия и не будет учебы совсем в районе недели), я заведу формспринг. 
  Напишу статус, дескать, 10 вопросов будут удостоены моего ответа, но если мне не понравится ни один - я ни на один не отвечу. Обожаю социальные эксперименты.
Чем Вы будете заниматься в новогодние каникулы?
Winter Wind Cold

Вопрос дня: 20 лет без СССР

горби - мелкий и абсолютно бездарный политический ЛУЗЕР одного столетия
двух разных веков... продавец пиццы (даже в этом бездарен)...
что можно сказать о человечке, которого больше "любят" не друзья его собственного народа?
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  • freya46

Writer's Block: Festival of Lights


As a child, I can remember the first night of Chanukah with my father's side of the family.  I don't remember doing anything with my Mother's side, for chanukah, I mean.  Bubbe and Zaide would sit next to each other in high backed chairs and hand each of us children a brown bank pay envelope with silver dollars in it.

I remember potato latkes and brisket and kugel.  I remember playing dreidel..I think.  I know I played it.  so that must be the memory.

What I love is what i miss... sharing it with family.
What do you love about Hanukkah?
херб

Вопрос дня: 20 лет без СССР

К чему мы пришли спустя 20 лет после распада СССР?
         кто "мы"?
         стадо пришло куда погнали, а каждый индивидум оказался на своем месте
         *утверждение независимо от года смерти совка
Anastasiy

Вопрос дня: 20 лет без СССР, а без СТАЛИНА? Солько.

СТАЛИН.
К чему мы пришли спустя 20 лет после распада СССР?

СТАЛИН это: - 1. Георгий Михайлович Романов. 2. Георгий Александрович Романов. 3. Кабулхан Туркестана. 4. И так далее.
Биржа1

Вопрос дня: 20 лет без СССР

А с платформы говорят: - Это город Ленинград. Закричал он: -Что за шутки! Еду я вторые сутки, А приехал я назад, А приехал в Ленинград! Вот какой пиздец.
К чему мы пришли спустя 20 лет после распада СССР?
killua

Writer's Block: Bah Humbug Day!

Take a deep breath. Now rant about something.


The new comment system has really fucked everything up. You're really taunting users with this question too. Rant about something? How about your horrible changes that make this site look more and more infantile and unusable with each passing second. This pretty much puts and end to any kind of organization this site ever had. Everything will be a complete mess now. Here's to hoping you either give the option of using this ugly as fuck new system as opposed to the old one, or obliterate this monstrosity completely.
OBAMA

Writer's Block: Bah Humbug Day!

Take a deep breath. Now rant about something.


Well I was gonna rant anyway so thank you!

In a nutshell, John Boehner needs a pair of panties.

He would rather kill a bill to extend the payroll tax for two months than stand up to the tea party members in congress. He assured the Senate that House would pass the bill (after it passed in Senate with 39 republicans voting for it) so the Senate went on home. Then he talked to the tea partiers...and they got pissed and didn't want to give Obama the two months and said it was better to pass a one year extension that they know good and goddamn well they won't ass that either. so he didn't put it on the house floor.

So guess what America?! In 11 days, your payroll tax cut will end!

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year courtesy of the Republicans in the House of Representatives.
cute!Luka

Writer's Block: Career paths

If you could have any job in the world, what would it be?
Hmm.

Well. I used to want to be an actress. That would be my answer for the longest time. And then, I don't know, I realize that I loved acting so much that I didn't want to spoil it by being forced to do it.

It reminds me of my aunt. My Aunt Victoria bakes the most stunning cakes- better than anything you can order at a store- but she works as a computer mechanic. When I asked my mom why she didn't just work as a cake baker (since she LOVED to bake them) she told me that my aunt would hate doing it if it had to be a JOB.

So it's like that. And the same with being a musician. I love singing and playing guitar, but I'd hate to have my love for them and how well I work with them be what determines if I get a paycheck or not. And same with being an author.

Lately, I've been considering being a psychologist or a therapist. My mom is a marriage and family therapist, so I know a lot about it, and it really interests me. I'd love to do something for others in my life. Maybe I might work as a guidance counselor sometime as well. It would make me happy to have a job that I'm good at and I like doing that can help others.


bunny

Writer's Block: Bah Humbug Day!

Take a deep breath. Now rant about something.


Hah, LJ has no idea the can of worms they're opening.

I HATE STUPID DRIVERS. I was driving along minding my own business last week, and this red SUV in front of me in the right lane slows down for a red light, right? But - you'll love this - just as it looks like it's going to stop at the crosswalk and wait like a SANE PERSON IS DRIVING IT, the car suddenly swerves left into the next lane without signaling and stops in the middle of the intersection. Literally. Sitting there, in the intersection. A pickup that was about to turn left in front of the CRAZY CAR had to slam on its brakes to avoid a collision (I refuse to think of these things as "accidents"). And for a few seconds these two cars were just sitting there. I don't know why the crazy car didn't just go on through - it's not like it hadn't already broken the law, pfft - but the other driver eventually got fed up and went around it. Then, with the light still red, crazy car goes on like nothing's wrong. Oh, except that not 50 feet out of the intersection, the car swerves again, again with no warning, back into my lane. We seemed to be going in the same direction, so I caught up and caught a quick look at the crazy car's driver. GUESS WHAT. IT WAS A YOUNG WOMAN ON A CELL PHONE. PROBABLY A TEENAGER GIVING OTHER TEENAGERS A BAD NAME WITH HER STUPIDITY.

I have no faith in humanity after that. One would think someone with a shred of sense or decency would find driving properly a bit more important than a freaking chat with her friends, especially after she had nearly killed someone, but NO.

I hate hate hate distracted drivers. They're worse than drunk drivers, mostly because a) alcohol can affect people differently, and your average person may not get drunk on one beer, whereas NO ONE IS SAFE DISTRACTED, and b) there's Mothers Against Drunk Driving, which has done a wonderful campaign and has prevented countless deaths, but there's no Mothers Against Distracted Driving, and most people don't see cellphones, etc, as the dangerous, deadly things they are. They think it's okay to text or call someone, whatever. You know the saying "there's no such thing as a safe cigarette"? It's true for this too.

There's no safe level of distraction.

This PSA brought to you by that wonder of wonders, a Sane Teenager.

~
That felt good! *grin*
spunkula-once upon a time i died

Writer's Block: Bah Humbug Day!

Take a deep breath. Now rant about something.

I've already done so much ranting on the subject of the horrible new comment format that I'm kind of ranted out just this moment. I've said it elsewhere and I'll say it again here: while I may continue to use LJ if this remains the format I am forced to use, I will sure as hell not be paying for the privilege.
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  • damil

Вопрос дня: 20 лет без СССР

К тому что есть теперь.
Сейчас многие вспоминают, что было очень хорошо, прямо-так здорово. Но это все сугубо индивидуально, а человек по своей природе старается подсознательно не вспоминать плохое, а помнить только хорошее. Ну да, 20 лет назад мы были молоды, у нас были мечты, мы надеялись на светлое будущее. Но вот время пролетело, жить тяжело, проблемы на работе, в жизни, ну и т.д. Я  ни в коем случае не хочу оправдывать и обвинять, но вот попробуем вспомнить. Продуктов в магазинах почти нет, все из-под прилавка, колбасные электрички в Москву. Ну и т.д.
А теперь давайте посчитаем
зарплата молодого специалиста в СССР - 120 руб ( а то и меньше)
зарплата специалиста сейчас (по Москве) - 20 000 руб.
Продукцияцена при совкесколько можно приобрестицена сейчаскакая должна быть зарплата, что бы это купить сегодня
колбаса2,90р.41,38300,00р.12 413,79р.
хлеб0,20р.600,0020,00р.12 000,00р.
мясо3,50р.34,29350,00р.12 000,00р.

Если помните еще какие цены - пишите, я добавлю в таблицу.
Даже интересно.
Вот получается какой парадокс. 

 
К чему мы пришли спустя 20 лет после распада СССР?

Вопрос дня: 20 лет без СССР

Мы пришли к тому, к чему не могли не прийти. Потому что мы такие. Нечего на зеркало пенять, коли рожа кривая. Вся надежда не молодых, которые не такие как мы. Не закомплексованных, не живущих завистью и ненавистью. Для которых верить власти только потому что она власть - дико. Которые не выберут гебиста себе в начальники. Которые не кидаются на соседей по команде "фас". Эти люди уже выросли и начали изменять страну. Дай Бог, изменят и государство. 

К чему мы пришли спустя 20 лет после распада СССР?

Writer's Block: Bah Humbug Day!

Take a deep breath. Now rant about something.

Well lets see the thing that's been bugging me the most right now the one thing that I feel like I can't rant to to anybody but really could stand to rant aobut is this, I work in retail I have for a year in January about three months ago or so we hired a young woman who is 2 years younger then myself and is like a sister to me (I got her highered) for the Christmas season we are also friends with the manager who I've known since grade 7 and is my roommate. Well my friend/roommate messes up sometimes with her manger job as does everyone and when she did I often let it go since we are friends well my sister/friend doesn't let her off she goes straight to our boss (the owner) whenever our maniger messes up, and that doesn't even really bother me that's there problem to sort out what bothers me is that my sister/friend is going to be promoted to co-manager for no other reason then she'll rat our maniger out.

My sister/friend being promoted wouldn't even bother me exsept when this happens she's going to take a couple of my shifts so after all my bills are paied for I'm only going to have about $7 to spend, and I'm not really allowed to complain about it I mean I can but I'm exspected to be happy for my sister friend, I mean don't I half to be happy for her? This is a great oppertunity for her. But maybe that's what bothers me the most about it that I'm not really happy for her because all I can think about is the bills I'm gonna strugle to pay for while the selfish part of me whispers that maybe I should be getting the possition since I've been there pretty near a year and have always done a good job.
shrek; gingy • mfing angry

Writer's Block: Bah Humbug Day!

Take a deep breath. Now rant about something.


...

Are you... mocking us, LJ? Really? You pull out the word "improvement" from your horribly glitched up dictionary and then throw it at some LJ features that were working just fine as they were, without proper warning/preview (as promised!), and then you set up this?!

83ofna74o1nbfla2p0adkfnladpogpi;flkpap~!!!!!!!!1110!!!

Hate you, rn. Hate.

At least my entries still look the same. For now.

Вопрос дня: 20 лет без СССР

К чему мы пришли спустя 20 лет после распада СССР?


Номенклатурный "социализм" был заменен на номенклатурный "капитализм", надоело им бутерброды с икрой жевать под одеялом. Захотелось, например, открыто покрасоваться часиками за несколько сотен тысяч долларов, да и много еще чем.

Writer's Block: Festival of Lights

What do you love about Hanukkah?
I came to Chanukah as an adult, when I married a Jewish husband, and we decided to raise our daughter in the Jewish faith. I love the simplicity of Chanukah. Surrounded as we are with Christmas hoopla, Chanukah seems such a quiet festive escape. I love the last night the most when all eight candles are burning. I turn off all the lights and sit in the gentle glow of candle light until they burn out. I can do that now because my daughter is an adult on her own path, my husband died and I'm alone in the candle light.
ABOUT TO BREAK THE SOUND BARRIER

Writer's Block: Bah Humbug Day!

Take a deep breath. Now rant about something.


LIVEJOURNAL, IF I COULD DECORATE YOUR WEBSITE IN THE MANY FUCKS I AM EXUDING THIS VERY MOMENT, THE ENTIRE RUSSIAN POPULATION THAT FREQUENTS THIS SITE WOULD COMBUST.
THEY WOULD FUCKING COMBUST.
SOME WOULD CURL INTO THE FETAL POSITION, CLUTCHING THEIR HEADS OR FONDLING THEIR SHAME ONE LAST TIME BEFORE SUBMITTING TO INEVITABLE DEFEAT AND FIERY DEATH.
SOME WOULD FACE THEIR END WITH THEIR OWN FIRE IN THEIR EYES.
SOME WOULDN'T EVEN SEE IT COMING.
MY FUCKS WOULD POUR FORTH FROM MY NOISE HOLE (BECAUSE THAT IS WHERE ALL FUCKS ORIGINATE), AND THEY WOULD CONSUME THE ENTIRE GODDAMN INTERNET.
NOTHING WOULD BE UNTAINTED.
NOTHING WOULD BE CLEAN.
THERE WILL ONLY BE ME, AND MY VIRAL RAGE COURSING THROUGH THE LESS SEEDIER PARTS OF THE INTERNET, FIRST.
THE MYSPACE VAMPIRES AND THE LIVEJOURNAL EMOS AND THE FACEBOOK EVERYONES WOULD FIND THEMSELVES TYPING "FUCK" MORE OFTEN THAN NOT, UNTIL ALL FORMS OF TEXTUAL COMMUNICATION ON THESE SITES ARE A VARIETY OF EMPHASIZES PROFANITIES.
NEXT, THE CESSPOOLS OF THE INTERNET WOULD FEEL THE IMPACTS, SHRIVELING AND COWERING BEFORE THE SIGHT OF AN ENRAGED MAJORITY USING THE INTERNET.
THEY WOULD NO LONGER BE THE TEMPLES TO THE ANGER AND VIOLENCE OF MY RAGE.
THEY WILL BECOME OUTDATED.
THEY WILL BECOME NOTHING.
BECAUSE MY RAGE WILL BE THE COMMON MAN'S RAGE.
MY FEROCITY WILL BECOME THE FROTHING FEROCITY OF THE MASSES.
AND NOTHING
I MEAN ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOTHING AT ALL
WILL BE SAFE.
ALL BECAUSE OF YOU, LIVEJOURNAL.
YOU AND YOUR BULLSHIT LAYOUT CHANGING.
THANKS A LOT.
(YOU PRICKS)

Writer's Block: Bah Humbug Day!

Okay, here's my rant for today.

It upsets me to no end when I hear of people complaining about a celebrity not coming out to the stage door to sign autographs.  Like recently, there was a bunch of people complaining that Daniel Radcliffe did not come out one night after a performance to sign autographs.  That young man works hard to give the best possible performance he can give.  He's admitted that he's always nervous before a show, about whether the theater will be filled.  Most nights he DOES go the extra mile and signs autographs at the stage door but that's out of his love for his fans.  It's not something he's REQUIRED to do.  He's entitled to a night off from signing every now and then.  He gives so much of himself during the performance.  THAT'S all people are entitled to.  I hate the sense of entitlement in this country.
Take a deep breath. Now rant about something.
Cannon Beach

Writer's Block: Bah Humbug Day!

Reasons to Bah Humbug for me include:
-My kitten that I'm stuck in a bedroom with is in heat.
-It's my first Christmas Ever to NOT be living at home, and it's not under good conditions.
-My mom decided that making plans with her not even official boyfriend and friends is more important than spending it with me.
-My family is highly disappointed and hurt by me.
-The economy sucks, so the only child in me is butthurt over the lack of presents.
-I have to figure out something to do on Christmas, or spend it crying in my car because everyone else has something going on with their families, while mine doesn't want me around.
-I have no one to kiss under the mistletoe this year.
-I don't have a job so it was impossible to buy presents for anyone this year.
-I cut for the first time in about four years the other day, and am now going to be stuck hiding my arm if I even find something to do on Christmas.
-My car continues to have issue after issue, and it's a 2002. (This is why you never let others borrow your damn car.)
-This is the first year I can recall NOT going to the Nutcracker Ballet with my mom. We made it a tradition after my dad died when I was four and a half years old. It breaks my heart that with all the BS going on, I even lost a long-time tradition of something that would seem so simple to others.
-I didn't get to go to the Scrooge Musical at my old church either. And this year, they even renovated the set and changed parts of the play. Grr and such.
-I miss my 13 year old cat oh so much. He's at home, and I'm pawned away in another city to get me away from all the assholes who helped destroy my life.
-Between stress, shattered trust, and being hurt by people I thought were my friends, I feel more alone than I have in so many years.
-I'm off my Zoloft for the first time in about 7 years as well, so I'm finding it hard to cope with all that's being thrown my way.
-I'm living in a house with two dogs, and they make me itch. SOSOBAD.
-I don't get to enjoy the Christmas decor that's half mine at my mom's house that I helped set up, but she kicked me out and no longer trusts me to be at home. But she can sit there and look at all MY decorations (Nutcrackers specifically.) >.<
Take a deep breath. Now rant about something.

Writer's Block: Tearjerkers

Which movie always makes you cry?


Anything about families - parents and children, husbands and wives - this kind of thing gets to me like nothing else. "A Beautiful Life" absolutely *killed* me. I remember watching it on the campus movie channel in my dorm room in 2000 and weeping for like, half an hour afterwards, which is obviously a bit of an excessive reaction to a movie. The scene (*spoilers*) where the dad is about to get carted off to get shot and is still pretending that it's a game when interacting with his son so that his son won't get upset KILLS me. And then when the kid & his mother are riding in the tank, later, and the kid thinks that he's won the game and is so blissfully happy?! Yeah, I was a mess.
Solitaire

Writer's Block: Bah Humbug Day!

Take a deep breath. Now rant about something.


Hmm... Rant about something...

I could rant about not being able to sleep. It's 3 AM. I could rant about how my leg hurts.

OR I CAN RANT ABOUT THE FUCKING CHANGES LJ IS MAKING. AGAIN.

Yeah.

I'll go with that. I think this and this pretty much say it all. It's nice to know I'm not the only one that's irritated. LJ makes these announcements and asks for comments and feedback and then they don't FUCKING LISTEN when we tell them shit!

AND to top it all off, the Hakws lost to the Pens tonight.

FML.

/end rant
dorothy r.
  • ayaneva

Writer's Block: Bah Humbug Day!

Take a deep breath. Now rant about something.


LOL IRL I wonder how many answers will be rants about the new (and pointless) LJ changes?

I would also like to take this moment to rant about the current stalemate in Congress. srsly wtf. GET IT TOGETHER, HOUSE REPUBLICANS.

This nonsense is why nothing ever gets accomplished. >:|
Parks and Rec Leslie and Ben

Writer's Block: Bah Humbug Day!

Funny, LJ. Really fucking funny.

It amuses how my head starts throbbing when I look at your new comment "improvements", but when I read something else on the site in a small, regularly spaced font, my head quits throbbing. No lie.

Did you actually PAY someone to design that piece of shit? I mean, I know some college students who probably would've done it for free, and done MUCH better. Who conned you into THAT?

Why is everything spaced out so much? AND WHY THE ARIAL? That's half a step above Comic Sans.

WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU ALL?

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lee minho

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THIS NEW LAYOUT IS UG TO THE LY. IT'S SO UGLY, IT SCARED AWAY MY LOWERCASE LETTERS. IT'S SO UGLY, YOU HAVE TO TIE A PORK CHOP AROUND ITS NECK TO GET THE DOG TO PLAY WITH IT. IT'S SO UGLY, IT SMILED AT A MIRROR AND THAT SHIT SHATTERED. IT'S SO UGLY, FLAVOR FLAV WON A BEAUTY CONTEST OVER IT.
Ass is showing

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Is there a character limit on this? Because I could rant about the new LJ changes ALL GODDAMNED DAY. But since looking at the new layout is LITERALLY CAUSING PEOPLE HEADACHES, I shall endeavor to be brief.

LJ, your new layout sucks. Your new comment options suck. Icon placement? Sucks. Lack of threading. Sucks.
ritsu1
  • hystree

Writer's Block: Bah Humbug Day!

Writer's Block: Bah Humbug Day!

You implement changes opposed by most of your userbase. You ignore all complaints and give no reasoning behind your unacceptable behavior. Then you proceed to OPENLY MOCK YOUR CUSTOMERS.

LJ, are you trying to drive us off in mass numbers? Are you being paid off by DW or IJ?? Because that's the only way I can even make sense of the way you all are acting.

You aren't getting another cent from me.
ba-bang

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Good heavens, why i was just trying to have a conversation with this dashing troll with wings
And then no longer could i could properly continue said conversation!
The entire format of the site became most confusing and i say that it really just bothered the dickens out of me!
This blasted update has me most confused and i don't like how this is set up in the slightest!
I truly and honestly feel that if this is how this site is to be coordinated then i am surely wasting my fucking time!
How much uranium am i going to have to pester ds for this time?
It seems like quite the burden and this entire discombobulation is most annoying!
Confound it, i do not like this one bit!

--yours truly,
J.
Kugleymugley

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I'm seriously a bit insulted that you'd make this the Writer's Block after these changes that seriously give me and many others a headache. I mean, really. Much of the userbase has ranted for me and everyone else on the site, just go read your feedback and the release entry comments.

I've been since planning to update my LJ regarding. Things. Mostly a sort of reintroductory post(I've been away from my main account for quite a while, I don't even know how many of you still use LJ) and the death of my mother, but I've yet to do so. But. . .I guess I won't. I dunno, it'd be a good idea, I could probably do some good, using my LJ again, not that I have any more feelings to spare since the last time I used it, but just letting it rot or using it very scarcely is sort of silly.

Then again, if enough people and things move, I might just join the migration to another site or something. But I highly doubt they will. Regardless, I'd update, but I sort of doubt it'd be of anyone's interest or anything, and also I don't know what I'd even begin to go on about once I address my mother's death and a reintroduction ad my current situation or whatever. But maybe I'll update this thing again, eventually.

Overall, LJ I behoove you to read my feedback ticket thing and as many of the comments to the Release 88 entry as you can, if not all of them.

As for me, I'm off again.
bitch please

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Livejournal, oh dear livejournal, I could start off with so many things on which to vent my rage appropriate to the subject but really LJ? Is this seriously the best you could do to troll your userbase? I am disappoint here, you have no fuckin' idea. First you ruin the comment systems by attempting to be Facebook and yet you somehow managed to fuck up that fuck up! I mean, I can understand why you can't truly emulate the pure evil that is Facebook. For one, you'd have to sell your souls to the devil for that, but I know you did that ages ago for Strikethrough and look how well that worked for you.

Now let's get to the meat of the problem here. You ignore your customers (which is fucking stupid, by the way), decided to implement changes that outright break the site or cause people to be OUTRIGHT TRAUMATIZED BY TRIGGERING TEXT THAT WOULD HAVE OTHERWISE BEEN SKIPPED IF SUBJECT COMMENTS WERE STILL AROUND, and oh yeah you try lying to the English userbase by saying "oh but the Russians like it!" You know, it was my brother Michael who speaks Russian, but I'm pretty sure from the NUMEROUS OTHER PEOPLE WHO CAN FUCKING SPEAK RUSSIAN THAT THEY HATE THIS BULLSHIT TOO. Rule one when you're lying to part of your userbase: make sure they can't also speak it as a multilingual.

Also, a good portion of your userbase is actually intelligent! I know, I know, intelligent people on the internet, shocked and amazed, blah blah, more bullshit, girls don't exist here. Now why don't you pull your heads out of your asses because Creator knows the only thing up there is shit and we don't really need more of that.

C'mon, troll harder or actually listen to your userbase so they don't end up deserting your cheating asses because you'd rather have an affair with Facebook and really, Facebook's a dirty whore and who knows what diseases he has and I'm sure you don't want all the STDs he has. Really. Though Creator only knows what diseases Frank has after all these years of mistreatment.

P.S.- Goats don't have round pupils, you idiotic fucks. Have you never seen a goat? Go down to the goddamn petting zoo and get your artists to fix that shit. Also, Frank gives me nightmares, so stop making him get around adblock on the error page. Shit's not cool, man.

P.P.S.- Also, if you're soooo keen on emulating Facebook, then gimme my fucking like button.
tim and don office

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Consider the following a public service announcement.

A U.S. telephone number consists of 10 digits: a 3-digit area code, followed by a 3-digit prefix, followed by a 4-digit line number. So, if your phone number is 222-333-4444 and you are asked for it by a medical case worker or your insurance agent or a law enforcement official or an overworked and woefully underpaid cashier taking your order in a retail setting, 222-333-4444 is the number you should give them, in that order. I don't care how tiny and inbred your podunk little town is, 4444 is not a fucking phone number. Neither is 333-4444 or 1-222-333-4444. The "1" is still used as a preface to designate as long distance a number you are dialing on a landline, but it is NOT part of your phone number itself. Really wanna piss off and/or frustrate the hell out of the person who is trying to help you? Say, "My number is 333-4444, area code 222." They are typing the information you are giving them into a field on a computer, you idiot. If you give the digits out of order, it means they have to delete the information they've just put in and start over from the beginning.

Oh, and if you don't know the difference between area code and zip code, maybe you should just stay home instead of going out and about and trying to transact business with normal people.

Thank you.

Вопрос дня: 20 лет без СССР

1. К джинсам
2. К "Орбиту"
3. К бананам и маракуйе
4. К интернету и ipad, тамагочи
5. К Санта-Барбаре и латинским телесериалам, традиции которых переняты теперь и отечественными производителями
6. К порно-продукции в интернете и эротике по ТВ
7. К мультикам The Simpsons и Futurama
8. К пиратским кассетам и переводам Гоблина
9. К подростковому алкоголизму и курению
10. К платному образованию (пока не полностью)
11. К росту безработицы и увеличению количества бездомных
12. К уничтожению пионеров, октябрят и комсомола
13. Зато никто не принуждает ходить на митинг 1 мая и носить форму
14. Зато могут принудить ходить на митинг в поддержку ЕР или писать контрольную в субботу
15. К возрождению церкви
16. К освобождению мысли от идеалогии тоталитаризма и разброду мнений


К чему мы пришли спустя 20 лет после распада СССР?
srly?

Writer's Block: Bah Humbug Day!

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http://lj-releases.livejournal.com/71858.html

THE. END.

There's nothing I can say to rant about that 2000+ and counting people haven't already said, so rather than rant, I'll just say that in short, I'm jumping on the bandwagon and ranting about the stupid new comment system.

Oh, LJ. Why do you feel the need to fix things that aren't broken?
dinozzo

Writer's Block: Bah Humbug Day!

Release 88. There is so much wrong.

And the fact that there's a "second (credit) line for userpics is going away later on" rumor that I believe because that's the type of crap LJ does is just.

Still sick and now with the holidays, but after the new year I'm actually thinking about leaving to DW, and not just backing up stuff etc etc.

I dunno. I'm half asleep right now and should probably not be attempting to form sentences. But you guys, LJ makes me so sad.
  • louisev

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the random guy on the bus who was filled with self-righteous indignation because his mother was too exhausted from her CHEMOTHERAPY and RADIATION treatments for her cancer to do any Christmas shopping and he got tired buying everything for her and has to go to Potomac Mills on a busy shopping day tomorrow - and use his time off! - to get his own shopping done. Oh yeah, my heart is bleeding for the guy because he did a good turn for his mom and resents it. This is what is wrong with the commercialization of Christmas. In Dog we trust.

Writer's Block: Bah Humbug Day!

Hmmmm...rant. Odd I don't have much of anything to rant about right now. I mean outside of the same old "what is our government thinking?!" rants that everyone does way better than I do...I can't really think of much...that I haven't already ranted about. So tghis is one I can't really answer.
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Writer's Block: Bah Humbug Day!

Upper management not taking any cuts for the good of the company while cutting payroll for the people that actually keep the company in business. Then everyone wonders why all the jobs are going overseas.
And why the hell can't all these damn cell companies use 1 toser so they can spread thier towers and increase everyones coverage!

Writer's Block: Bah Humbug Day!

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It's been nearly three months since they took my child from me and accused me of abuse.  In that time he has been shuffled through four foster homes.  I attend him as much as I am allowed, go to all the visitations, comply with all of the demands, call him as much as is possible and suffer, with as much polite dignity as I can muster, the prejudice automatically directed at me by the powers that be simply for the crime of being in the system. 

I have been told time and again, by lawyers, by case workers, by investigators, that this system is designed to protect the best interests of my child and that his health and welfare are their primary function.  That their purpose is to reunite families in a safe and healthy manner.  Despite my misgivings I have been as compliant and polite as possible, and even tried to give caution to them in regards to my concerns for his well being.  I want my son to be healthy and happy, i want him to be well and do well, a sentiment that is discarded in callous and casual skepticism by his captors.

Yesterday I received a call from these people, telling me my son is hitting himself and saying he hates his life and that he feels that everyone has forgotten him.  That he is in such anguish they are considering Berker acting him.  They call to ask me if he has had issues in the past, and I told them, as I have told them before and from the beginning that yes he has.  SINCE THE BEGINNING, I have done NOTHING but try to tell them this!!!  SINCE THE BEGINNING, and my words have gone in one ear and out the other, and it is believed that I am the cause of the issue and NOT the ONE PERSON who has done the MOST AND EVERYTHING possible to advocate and protect this child.  BY MYSELF.  I HAVE BORNE THIS CROSS, I HAVE SUFFERED AND SACRIFICED, EVERYTHING I CAN DO I HAVE DONE. FOR MY SON. For these past ten years, raising my child has been my purpose and my life to the exclusion of everything else.  Romance, career, everything fallen to the wayside as I attempt to bring him up on my own and send him into the world with what he needs to be successful and happy.

But when I tell her yes he has issues I am met with an accusatory tone of voice and the admonishment that if he has had issues then he should have help, as if the thought had never so much as crossed my stunted brain.  They take him away from me, and believe me to be a monster, and say it is to help him.  They worsen his condition and then call me to lay that on me as well, even though he has been away from me now these three months.  It seems their failure to "help" is to be placed upon me in addition.  That they deem me not a good home for him at the moment and tell me that I at this moment haven't the rights of a mother but still call upon me to be the sole bearer of responsibility is ludicrous!

My son is in anguish and despair!  I want to hold him, comfort him, I want to promise him everything is going to be ok.  I want to put to rest his troubles.  HE NEEDS TO KNOW I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN HIM!  THIS IS FUNDAMENTAL!!!! MY GOD IN YOUR FAMOUS MERCY CAN'T YOU SEE FIT TO SPARE US THIS?

But no, the case worker tells me she will provide me the number when she calls back.  She never calls back, I call and leave message after message, I call her supervisor and leave message.  But for this night my son will suffer.  HIS BEST INTEREST?  He will be alone in the world and not know and not be comforted.  If they Berker act him he will be placed in a small room or even worse a restraining device and left to torment.  ABUSE!!!! I CRY ABUSE!!!!! How can they do this to him?!  How can they do this to him and call it a good work?! HE NEEDS ME!  They TORTURE him!

This is a vicious and a cruel world with very little in it that is redemptive.  Humanity shows me it's ass every day, and then begs my leave to be impressed and intimidated.  Never for as much literature as I have read, or as gleefully as I turned the pages once of Candide, could I have been so affected as I have been by this folly.  I see how the world really is now.  Virtue isn't an ideal, it's a physic for martyrs.  Idealism can only cause suffering, your life is worth nothing if you can't afford to prove it, and civil rights are prohibitively expensive.

Merry freakin Christmas.



Writer's Block: Bah Humbug Day!

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LIVEJOURNAL, YOU FAIL. AT EVERYTHING.

I really should have been suspicious when I first got a paid account and saw the disclaimer that said "Oh, by the way, we don't give refunds for anything, ever."

I WANT MY MONEY BACK, LIVEJOURNAL. ALL OF IT. YOU DO NOT DESERVE MY MONETARY SUPPORT.

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I would really love to rant... it's what I'm good at. But, I have been ranting for the past couple days because I'm the grinch and hate this time of year and the stress it brings =/

but my new dilema: I want to take Marley to Ohio, because she goes with me every time and I want her to get out of the house since I've been working so much and have been un able to take her on walks and runs for the past few weeks.

So, I really really want to take her tomorrow, BUT... I commute one hour one way to work. AND my work is one hour closer to dayton, Ohio. So I've been trying to figure out something to do with her so that I can leave to ohio straight from work and dont have to drive an extra hour home, then an extra hour to Ohio. Yet I can't think of a single thing to do with her. Its a half day, I could leave her in my car, but I feel like thats so aweful and people who do that too much drive me nuts. Doggy day care is booked so i can't get her in there. Whyyyyyy. I don't know what to do. I don't know anyone out this way =/ Ba-hum-bug.
zombies

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Do I really need to say it?

You know, it's funny. When everyone was bitching about Facebook changes the resounding answer was "hey, it's a FREE service. Leave whenever you want."

Technically, so is LJ but with some $$ thrown in, you can make it more to your liking, more icons, no advertisements, extra features. Cool, huh? I thought so. That's why I've helped support LJ monetarily since day one. Paid accounts - mine and countless RP journals. I've bought account/icons for others, virtual gifts, the list goes on.

Not any more. As of today, my buck stops here. For the first time in 10 years, I will not renew my paid account, or those of any of my RP journals. All virtual gifts I was going to give for friends? Nope.

It's the only way a business listens. With its bottom line.
Talkav

Вопрос дня: 20 лет без СССР

К хаосу и бардаку, потому что революции делают фанаты, а пользуются плодами революций проходимцы всех мастей. Это не мои слова, а слова классика.
Положение, как после гражданской войны, ненамного отличается от современности, разве что только нет руин, но заводы и фабрики стоят, а деревня просто прекратила своё существование.
Хоть делай новую революцию, да вот как-то большого желания не возникает: придёт новый лидер, и не обязательно лучший, что и подтверждается всей историей России, начиная с 17-го года прошлого столетия.
К чему мы пришли спустя 20 лет после распада СССР?

Вопрос дня: 20 лет без СССР


Самое важное!: За всю тысячелетнюю историю России впервые стало доступным Священное писание. Нет ныне сил, которые бы эту книгу скрывали и запрещали, ни ортодоксальная церковь, ни коммунисты. Евангелие от Марка на современном разговорном языке в моем журнале. Эта простая книга истинный путь к духовной свободе.

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  • sahiya

Writer's Block: Bah Humbug Day!

I've never done one of these before, but how nice of LJ to give me the opportunity to yell at them!

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Those new comment pages are wretched. Well done, LJ, you have finally driven me away after ten years. And what did it was actually not the comment pages themselves - though they are awful - but your ham-handed, disrespectful approach to "customer service." You don't care how your users use your site - you don't even know how they use it! You make arbitrary, "non-negotiable" decisions to "fix" something that WAS NOT BROKEN and then when people say they don't want it fixed, you ignore them!

Well, guess what. LJ is here for its users to use, not the other way around, and after a decade as a paying customer, you are not getting a single cent more of my money.

Happy Holidays, LJ. You just lost a customer.
  • fomorii

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Seriously? You're going to sulk like a spoilt little five year old boy just because the Christmas party isn't all about you? Yes, go ahead and spill your drinks all over the place. The boss brought you another one, and you, being the stupid prick you are, decide to knock it over later on.

You are such a childish little man. It's not as though you're my age either. You're in your forties.
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Grow up. The party is about all the volunteers, not just you. You didn't even have to pay for anything either. I really, really hope the boss chews you out on Thursday, which knowing her, I'm pretty sure she will do!