It was her poop. Housemate was hogging the bathroom, she had to go like the night before and took a dump into a plastic bag inside her wastebasket. Off she went to find a garbage can outside. New Yorkers are really touchy about other people dumping poop into their garbage cans and dumpsters.
[...] you're a P.O.S. who will use your family's shameful past in a misguided attempt to entertain strangers on the internet.
Memiors is a popular literary category, especially if it involves fucked up families. My favorite memoir — and the template for my own stories — is "Fiction Ruined My Family" by Jeanne Darst. Her family moved to New York City for her father to write the Great American novel, where her former high society mother became an alcoholic and her father became obsessed with an abortion in the 1930's for a novel that he talked about writing for 30 years. Her worse nightmare came true when she acknowledged that she was an alcoholic like her mother and a writer like her father. So also had a bag of poop that she had to throw away while walking down the sidewalk and kept running into people she knew.
Your vanity and narcissism compel you to post anyways, you seek attention. Negative, positive, makes no difference as long as we pay attention to you.
ROFL
You can't control that.
I've been posting two dozen or fewer comments and inserting at least one Amazon link per day for the last several weeks. I also took last weekend off from posting on Slashdot.
The only part I "lied" about was not mentioning that the gym scales maxed out at 350 pounds. The gym scales thunked and told me I was 350 pounds. That was good enough for me. Weighing 370 pounds didn't surprise me. If I was 400 pounds, I would have severe back pains and I haven't had severe back pains in years. Of course, this is Slashdot and everyone went ape shit over that small detail.
She wasn't a big girl at all [...]
She was Indonesian and went back home after she graduated, where her family made arrangements for her get married to a nice local boy. Something she wanted to avoid by having pre-martial sex, getting pregnant and staying in the US. I want to say that was an unusual situation, but I've meant quite a few Indian women in recent years who want to get pregnant without marriage to avoid going back home.
Now you're a bad person if you're not hooking up and fucking strangers on the regular.
I come from a very bad family. I had an uncle who took a bucket of lard into the forest, larded up a knothole in a tree and did the deed. Unfortunately, the bees inside the knothole were too thrilled about being come on. My uncle took his wounded pecker home.
[...] why did the weight loss only kick in in the last 13 weeks, when your story about your current weight and your scale magically changed?
I've been dropping weight for a while. When the gym scales (max weight 350 pounds) stopped "thunking" and two scales gave me different numbers, I got a digital scale with a 400-pound capacity. I was 370 pounds 13 weeks ago. This morning I weighed 357 pounds.
Yeah, it should be easy - you know, considering you have nobody actually asking you to take your pants off.
I dropped a girlfriend in college because she wanted to have sex with me but didn't want to marry me. That wasn't acceptable in church. My bicycle-riding weight at that time was 325 pounds.
A fatty like you can't pretend that celibacy is a matter of self-control.
Right. Because fat people are incapable of self-control. If I can lose 13 pounds in 13 weeks from dieting and exercising, keeping my pants zipped shouldn't be that hard.
Assuming you're getting the highest commission of 8.5%, that's $255 a month.
Coffee money, baby.
If you spend one hour every weekday spamming your bullshit, that nets you about $12.75 per hour. If you're getting 4%, that's $120 a month, or $6 an hour.
Keep in mind that I read and comment on Slashdot daily. The actual work of inserting a link is 15 minutes per day or eight hours per month.
So yeah, you may be making more than pennies - but you're still not making as much as you could if you just went and applied at McDonald's part-time.
Why would I get a part-time, minimum wage job that pays significantly less than what I make from my side business as a whole? That's not how you build wealth.
1) Your inability to tell a consistent, truthful story;
Adding details to my stories confuses the hell out of my adoring trolls.
2) Your self-righteous & condescending attitude;
The hallmarks of a college education.
3) Your smug self-importance which is well out of proportion to your accomplishments in life;
The alternative is failure. I would rather be known as a successful failure than someone who never tried to be successful.
4) Your physically impossible self-delusion about your body composition, weight, and health;
I weighed 357 pounds this morning, down 13 pounds from 13 weeks ago.
5) Your blithe acknowledgement that you defraud your employer by working on your "side business" during working hours;
I suggest you never work at eBay, where every employee is encouraged to have their own eBay storefront. You may not like the idea that the person in the next cube over is grossing $1M in sales on PEZ dispensers.
6) Your frequent inability to construct a coherent English sentence without glaring errors;
Someone has to neuter all the grammar nazis on Slashdot.
7) Your spamming of amazon affiliate links into any conversation you can find a way to do so, while providing little to no actual interesting content to wrap them in;
Casey Neistat did a video about "Ready Player One" by Ernest Cline because Steven Spielberg is turning the book into a movie.
8) Your off-topic posts which add nothing to the conversation;
I'm always fascinated by what topics my adoring trolls troll me on. The more technical the topic, the less likely I get trolls responding.
Do the one about losing weight by buying a new scale after ten years of not realizing you were maxing out the scale at the gym next. I love that one, it's a hoot!
Seriously - the power to stop it is yours. Think of the trolls as Slashdot's immune system - they've detected something dangerous and harmful, and they have marked it as foreign, and they are doing their best to drive it away.
Trolls are driving off everyone who cares about Slashdot. They're the disease, not the cure.
Learn to quote, retard. It looks like your emotions got the better of you, again.
Whenever you're exposed, or confronted to your own lies, you seem to fly off the handle which translates into more mangled English, or catastrophic failures like the above post.
Remember this one? [slashdot.org]
"Your insult is a pathetic. "
Wow!
" What are, 14? "
I guess if you use a moron's voice, and speak loud enough, it might sound like an immigrant struggling with a simple English sentence. If he had brain damage too.
So creimer, what are, retard?
The trolls who follow me are a prime example of this problem. The horrible thing is that I've found my original Slashdot F.A.Q. that I posted on my personal website 11 years ago. Nothing has changed. Yesterday's trolls are the same as today's trolls.
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Wrote "Hackers: Heroes of the Computer Revolution" and "The Perfect Thing: How the iPod Shuffles Commerce, Culture, and Coolness," among many other great tech books.
What's so significant about a bag of poop?
It was her poop. Housemate was hogging the bathroom, she had to go like the night before and took a dump into a plastic bag inside her wastebasket. Off she went to find a garbage can outside. New Yorkers are really touchy about other people dumping poop into their garbage cans and dumpsters.
[...] you're a P.O.S. who will use your family's shameful past in a misguided attempt to entertain strangers on the internet.
Memiors is a popular literary category, especially if it involves fucked up families. My favorite memoir — and the template for my own stories — is "Fiction Ruined My Family" by Jeanne Darst. Her family moved to New York City for her father to write the Great American novel, where her former high society mother became an alcoholic and her father became obsessed with an abortion in the 1930's for a novel that he talked about writing for 30 years. Her worse nightmare came true when she acknowledged that she was an alcoholic like her mother and a writer like her father. So also had a bag of poop that she had to throw away while walking down the sidewalk and kept running into people she knew.
Stop posting until Monday morning.
I was planning to take the weekend off.
Your vanity and narcissism compel you to post anyways, you seek attention. Negative, positive, makes no difference as long as we pay attention to you.
ROFL
You can't control that.
I've been posting two dozen or fewer comments and inserting at least one Amazon link per day for the last several weeks. I also took last weekend off from posting on Slashdot.
So I'm not sure why you would offer this as a solution.
Zipping your pants is still a very effective way of staying out of trouble.
No matter which way you slice it, you're a liar.
The only part I "lied" about was not mentioning that the gym scales maxed out at 350 pounds. The gym scales thunked and told me I was 350 pounds. That was good enough for me. Weighing 370 pounds didn't surprise me. If I was 400 pounds, I would have severe back pains and I haven't had severe back pains in years. Of course, this is Slashdot and everyone went ape shit over that small detail.
She wasn't a big girl at all [...]
She was Indonesian and went back home after she graduated, where her family made arrangements for her get married to a nice local boy. Something she wanted to avoid by having pre-martial sex, getting pregnant and staying in the US. I want to say that was an unusual situation, but I've meant quite a few Indian women in recent years who want to get pregnant without marriage to avoid going back home.
Now you're a bad person if you're not hooking up and fucking strangers on the regular.
I come from a very bad family. I had an uncle who took a bucket of lard into the forest, larded up a knothole in a tree and did the deed. Unfortunately, the bees inside the knothole were too thrilled about being come on. My uncle took his wounded pecker home.
A drunk woman might fall on your penis one day, and then what will you do?
Duck and roll to safety.
Yes, sleep in a separate bed away from the wife... She has cooties ya' know!
That's what my parents did — after my mother slept with the barbers from around the corner.
[...] why did the weight loss only kick in in the last 13 weeks, when your story about your current weight and your scale magically changed?
I've been dropping weight for a while. When the gym scales (max weight 350 pounds) stopped "thunking" and two scales gave me different numbers, I got a digital scale with a 400-pound capacity. I was 370 pounds 13 weeks ago. This morning I weighed 357 pounds.
Yeah, it should be easy - you know, considering you have nobody actually asking you to take your pants off.
I dropped a girlfriend in college because she wanted to have sex with me but didn't want to marry me. That wasn't acceptable in church. My bicycle-riding weight at that time was 325 pounds.
A fatty like you can't pretend that celibacy is a matter of self-control.
Right. Because fat people are incapable of self-control. If I can lose 13 pounds in 13 weeks from dieting and exercising, keeping my pants zipped shouldn't be that hard.
Perhaps you just don't get the opportunity ......
Plenty of opportunities... just never the right ones.
Not really a problem when you don't leave your mom's basement, eh?
I haven't lived with my parents in 25 years.
Keep your pants zipped. I've done it for 47 years. Saves a lot of heartache from shotgun marriages, unwanted children and STDs.
AIs can be sent back to the server farms for reeducation.
And last week you claimed $6500 over four months.
April and May were $500 total, as I was figuring out the business model. June and July were $3,000 each.
[...] you're on course to reach a svelte 180 lbs. in just another three and a half years.
I'm expecting to weigh 325 pounds in January 2018, which was my bicycle weight when I rode 100 miles per week. Beyond that, who knows.
Hope your weight loss works out, but don't even talk numbers until half a year later when you have semi-meaningful data.
I weighed 357 pounds this morning, down 13 pounds in 13 weeks.
They obviously need to hire a bean counter to handle the business end.
Assuming you're getting the highest commission of 8.5%, that's $255 a month.
Coffee money, baby.
If you spend one hour every weekday spamming your bullshit, that nets you about $12.75 per hour. If you're getting 4%, that's $120 a month, or $6 an hour.
Keep in mind that I read and comment on Slashdot daily. The actual work of inserting a link is 15 minutes per day or eight hours per month.
So yeah, you may be making more than pennies - but you're still not making as much as you could if you just went and applied at McDonald's part-time.
Why would I get a part-time, minimum wage job that pays significantly less than what I make from my side business as a whole? That's not how you build wealth.
1) Your inability to tell a consistent, truthful story;
Adding details to my stories confuses the hell out of my adoring trolls.
2) Your self-righteous & condescending attitude;
The hallmarks of a college education.
3) Your smug self-importance which is well out of proportion to your accomplishments in life;
The alternative is failure. I would rather be known as a successful failure than someone who never tried to be successful.
4) Your physically impossible self-delusion about your body composition, weight, and health;
I weighed 357 pounds this morning, down 13 pounds from 13 weeks ago.
5) Your blithe acknowledgement that you defraud your employer by working on your "side business" during working hours;
I suggest you never work at eBay, where every employee is encouraged to have their own eBay storefront. You may not like the idea that the person in the next cube over is grossing $1M in sales on PEZ dispensers.
6) Your frequent inability to construct a coherent English sentence without glaring errors;
Someone has to neuter all the grammar nazis on Slashdot.
7) Your spamming of amazon affiliate links into any conversation you can find a way to do so, while providing little to no actual interesting content to wrap them in;
Casey Neistat did a video about "Ready Player One" by Ernest Cline because Steven Spielberg is turning the book into a movie.
8) Your off-topic posts which add nothing to the conversation;
I'm always fascinated by what topics my adoring trolls troll me on. The more technical the topic, the less likely I get trolls responding.
The website that you continually proclaim "irrelevant"?
Not since I turned Slashdot into my marketing fishbowl. The data has been quite fascinating.
The same website that you spam daily in the hopes of making a few pennies?
I'm making more than pennies on $3,000+ in Amazon sales each month.
Do the one about losing weight by buying a new scale after ten years of not realizing you were maxing out the scale at the gym next. I love that one, it's a hoot!
https://www.kickingthebitbucket.com/2017/07/18/losing-ten-pounds-with-a-digital-bathroom-scale/
Seriously - the power to stop it is yours. Think of the trolls as Slashdot's immune system - they've detected something dangerous and harmful, and they have marked it as foreign, and they are doing their best to drive it away.
Trolls are driving off everyone who cares about Slashdot. They're the disease, not the cure.
Learn to quote, retard. It looks like your emotions got the better of you, again. Whenever you're exposed, or confronted to your own lies, you seem to fly off the handle which translates into more mangled English, or catastrophic failures like the above post. Remember this one? [slashdot.org] "Your insult is a pathetic. " Wow! " What are, 14? " I guess if you use a moron's voice, and speak loud enough, it might sound like an immigrant struggling with a simple English sentence. If he had brain damage too. So creimer, what are, retard?
This is how you properly quote bullshit.
It's almost as though something in the way you post were *motivating people*.
I explained that on my Slashdot page: "There are 10 kinds of people on Slashdot."
The trolls who follow me are a prime example of this problem. The horrible thing is that I've found my original Slashdot F.A.Q. that I posted on my personal website 11 years ago. Nothing has changed. Yesterday's trolls are the same as today's trolls.