I can't help it. This is fucking funny.
Okay. So we all remember that "What Hummel Figurine Are You?" quiz, right?
The one that I originally said had shitty code in it, and you had to do a manual replace on the code to get the right result? Good, you're all caught up.
Fast forward a few days from that, which was April 7 for my post of it. I looked at my main page for no reason that I recall - probably checking that something displayed correctly because christ help us all if you don't get that LJ cut right. Oh, wait, I hate LJ cuts. Never mind.
Anyway. The original result, if you did a cut-and-paste, gave you something about being a careless html copier and stated that you blindly paste code into your journal. The other shoe drops about then, and I get the joke. Haha, funny. Actually, it was funny.
But, and this is the crucial point, I didn't blog that I got the joke. Makes it difficult to point back and tell the people coming around to tell me what an idiot I am that, yes, I got it. I did correct the image, but the phrasing is still displayed as the careless bit. Big whoop, it's days later, I don't fucking care. As I've stated before, I don't delete entries, unless there's a really, really good reason to do so. I deleted one entry that offended someone I cared about. That's about it. The entries that are stupid, that are not well thought out, that are whining, I don't delete. So as far as I'm concerned, there's no reason to delete the hummel quiz post, no reason to edit, no reason to blog that there was this joke and it was funny.
Now, of course, I have people coming around to tell me that I'm omg teh dumb because I didn't get it, and apparently my original interpretation was offensive - that it was shitty code - because it was this deliberate joke, not shitty code at all. So, fine, Sword of Bitchiness enabled, and I reply to the first anonymous comment from the creator of the quiz. Then I get irritated over this whole thing, because I find it insanely pointless to actually come around to make sure that I know, like a bad puppy, that I didn't get the awesome joke. I turn Sword of Bitchiness into a legacy weapon, which gives it +12 to hit and comment again.
Today, the comments come rolling back in. This person came back (fair enough) and brought friends. So the issue is that, dude, whatever I say, I'm just going to look defensive and angry and stupid, but the alternative is to say nothing, which implies that I'm crying in the corner because I'm getting hated on by the world and I must cut myself RIGHT FUCKING NOW to release my ANGSTANDWOE. So I start commenting again, with SoB +12, which is pathetic, but right now all options are pathetic, so there's not much I can do except vent about my shitty life by trying to verbally destroy people who came here for the express purpose of telling me I'm omg teh dumb. Fine and well. I'm sure they'll all be back tomorrow, except for the one who actually has an LJ, who will probably be back tonight, depending on whether she's got comment reply enabled.
Now we come to the crux of the matter. This would be that it takes about ten seconds to find out that the creator of the quiz DOES have an lj that he/she/it doesn't use to comment with and that they have a website, which shows
another blog. In the blog, there's all this stuff about the quiz and how it was deliberate and how it was just to point out that the internet is full of the stupid because people just take quizzes all the time, even if the results are something like that you'll shag thiry-seven zombies four hundred and eighty three times on your wedding night. Which, hello, realism? Yeah, I'd like you back in my life, thanks. And there's also this stuff, specifically about me, like how my comment was stoopid because I left the phrasing in.
(At this point, I'd like to thank the academy for recognising that this person's screencap of my page with the comment and all only shows double slashes for the comments, not because they're in black on a black screen (at least to me, on the ten computers I've checked with) but because they move. The span class is some kind of weird-ass Cherrystyle thing that I admit I don't fully understand but that I kept when I modified the style. Because it's cool. Also, the divider bars between entries do the same thing. So I'm guessing, Academy, that's why the comments links don't show up on his screencap. Entirely too precious, really.)
So anyway. As I say, I'm down with the whole thing about making teh funneh with the quizzes. What I don't get is that I'm now a boy. Actually, I'm a boy with "anger management issues that he needs to work out." Oh, and my comments to the op (bitchy and bitchy +12) indicate that my lj is like "This is your Livejournal. This is your Livejournal on a PCP binge after a really bad breakup. Any questions?" That amuses the fuck out of me, actually. Might change the name of the journal.
But the real point is, I give. I give completely and totally. I'm a boy. I'm totally a boy. Any impression held by the 19 LJ people who have met me or spoken to me on the phone (or slept with me) that I'm a girl? Totally wrong. These breasts are false. And my cock is
huge. I keep it in a truck, actually. A big truck. So it doesn't scare the neighbours.
WTF? I don't get it, really I don't. Is it that my default icon is of Cassidy from Preacher? Do that many people not think that "Channon" is a girl's name, and my security in my sexuality if I were a boy, with the same mind, would not likely be enough to take a girl's name as my username? Is it something I said? Is it that, in the words of the famous song, "Some people think that little girls should be seen and not heard/I say oh bondage, UP YOURS!"
Is that why you don't love me any more? I promise to change if you come back. I won't pretend to be a girl any more. Honest. I love you, really I do.
But first I have to go contact the DMV and inform them that I'm now a boy. With anger-management issues.
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