f00dave is getting sick. His throat is very sore and scratchy. I don't feel sick, but my throat is swollen. Ugh.
Since I started my job, I've been turning down dance gigs. It's pretty much impossible for me to dance at events considering I work night shifts. I had another call this morning, and I gave her some ideas on other dancers, but the problem is, most performers I know of also work night shifts. The result is a dance drought in the city. Call centres kill the arts.
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Soulless Divine writes,
I came across yoru site looking for stuff on cannibalism for a research paper. All i find is hogwash speculation from another source, Though i did not read all the articles on your site, it seems you put enough effort into it that you should have some better facts on this subject anyway. Since it was practiced on the Sabath in ancient times.
Methinks this person is either confusing the Sabbath with a Dionysian sporagmos or is falling for tired antisemitic hype.
Meanwhile, Arnold Estrella writes,
jesus is the way and the thruth and the life, i come in the name of jesus christ every knee will bow and say jesus is lord i rebuke your powers in the name of jesus you need to repent and let GOD almighty that took the keys from satan prat to the livivng GOD so you can go to heaven. i challage every witch out there to turn there lives to GOD. write back if you dare
You heard it here, folks: God is Satan's designated driver.
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Date: 2005-02-15 05:27 pm (UTC)From:Or, alternatively, His prat. Personally, I don't know that I'd want the same person doing both jobs.
write back if you dare
And, y'know, if you're in the mood for yet more Scripture regurgitated without the taint of capital letters or punctuation. *boggle*
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Date: 2005-02-15 05:31 pm (UTC)From:All is clear now.
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Date: 2005-02-15 05:43 pm (UTC)From:What does one drink with their thruth? Red or White wine?
"..livivng.." Huh?
"Satan Prat" sounds like a bad grunge/goth band from Seattle.
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Date: 2005-02-15 06:23 pm (UTC)From:These are the times I have to think somebody is doing keyword searches and blanket e-mails without reading any content at all. *rolls eyes*
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Date: 2005-02-15 08:01 pm (UTC)From:Sorry to hear about f00dave. There's a bad case of flu in Germany, too. It all starts with a very bad sore throat. Several of my coworkers were off sick these days. Apparently the bug has come to Canada; that's what we get from globalization.
I cannot believe the comments you are getting on your HP. Some people are MAD.
Too bad about the dancing. Maybe you could switch shifts with a coworker?
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Date: 2005-02-15 09:12 pm (UTC)From:double-you tee eff!?
Um, some people need to get a life beyond their afterlife.
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Date: 2005-02-15 09:20 pm (UTC)From:Ah, the Internet. Allowing ill-educated loons the chance to spread their messages to all corners of the globe. (Without sending basic grammar and spelling along for the ride.)
Once upon a time, the Internet had a much better signal-to-noise ratio. Usenet was in its heyday, and GEnie was the place to go for in-depth and interesting discussions. ::sigh:: Yeah, I'm just a tottering, nostalgic old net.crone, [VOICE="ancient"] don't mind me, missy. [/voice]
Not that I bemoan the state of the Web; it's a beautiful thing. And, at least many trolls are amusing, even if unintentionally.
Oh, and you have my sympathies for having to turn down dance gigs. That really bites. Which leads to another utopian idea: the world in which talented artist can actually make a living in the arts, and not have to turn to institutions such as call centres.
Great good Cthulhu; I'm in a curmudgeonly mood today.