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: It's from a few days ago when he showed off his epic ability to win
: the internet against Encyclopedia Dramatica by posting an average of
: one edit every two and a bit minutes for three entire hours before
: being banned. He replaced various photos of girlvinyl (ED's founder)
: with that fat pink bunny until all his shit was reverted, which
: apparently means that he has triumphed over girlvinyl and ED and all
: the other Moulton haters out there forEVAR.
Actually I made ALL of the edits in about...3 minutes total...then
their server went down for a couple minutes and then when it came back
up they had banned me and were manually restoring articles one by one.
So despite what delusions you might NEED to believe, no, they don't
have a means of reverting ALL edits all at once. Further, the server
they're on is VERY flaky and often lags out every few minutes because
it can handle the traffic. Might be fun to run a giga-downloader or
twelve on the site and see how easily it's toppled over.
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: What surprises me is that he somehow thinks we'll give a shit.
Well considering in the past week you tards have already put up around
300 posts of "not giving a shit"...yeah...think slow now.
: He seems to think posting his GirlVinyl hate pic is driving us into a
: frenzy of rage,
Uh oh, they're using their psychic powers again! You seem to think
that you can know what I'm thinking, which really makes you look like
a complete nut job whose in need of a manufactured reality in a real
bad way.
: but afaik she's not on here, and the only connection between PoE and
: ED is that some people are members of both.
It's not to bother you retards, you retard. It's to bother the Butter
Queen. By putting up the Special ED article as the "article of the
now" it was shown that she's in favor of supporting your kooky
endeavors...and that makes her a target...the weakest, most pathetic,
easiest target.
: He also seems to have decided that ED are behind the Pounced ad, which
: also seems a bit of a leap of logic.
As you said, various PoEtards are also ED posters and those that are,
are the highest grade of Hatter Addict. They're also the ones REALLY
going out of their way to try and put up all sorts of kooky ass
bullshit trying to "get back" at me for verbally molesting them with
their own idiocy. Those responsible for the ED article are those who
are responsible for the Pounced ad as well as various other attempts
to "get back" at me. You can see just how frothing kook crazy they
are too just by signing up on ED and making a new Onideus
entry...those uber obsessed Hatter Addicts check that page at least
every five minuts and the very minute you change it...boy howdy those
kooks will be slamming their fat grubby finger on the revert button
just as fast as they can click. Soon after they'll start screaming at
the top of their Interweb lungs that you're really me and that you're
just another sock (despite the fact that I don't ever use socks in
such a fashion). See, they NEED that page, it's like all they have,
it's their Internet security blanket. And above all else they simply
cannot deal at all with people who align themselves with me in any
fashion. To Hatter Addicts...if you support me...then you ARE me.
LOL, crazy I know, but that's just the way the mind of a Hatter Addict
works.
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: Do Google ads only work if you follow the links, then?
*snicker*
Leave it to a dumbfuck like Warthur not to comprehend how Google ads
work. ^_^
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: ...and only took 5 years to my bachelor's degree. And even that was
: only because I had to take a semester off and a semester at half-time
: because of a death in the immediate family that I was left to help
: settle the legal issues surrounding.
*cough* BULLSHIT *cough* Try and make your lies sound a little less
kooky and absurd, Doorknob.
: If I'd been willing to spend one more year, I would have had three
: degrees, not one.
Keep dreamin, Spittles.
: Fatter taking four years to complete an AA at a community college is
: disgraceful if all he was doing was working 40 to 48 hours a week.
:
: It'd be interesting to see what his grades were like. I wonder how
: many courses he had to repeat because of arrogant neglect?
My college history is much more diverse than you tards try to make it
seem. First of all, when I started out going to CC I was working
three jobs simultaneously, did that for about three months, started to
burn out and then quit two of the jobs to focus on my education...well
that was until I got another job as Sykes. Skykes paid me a shit load
of money for doing tech support, enough so that going to college
started to look like a waste of time, so I stopped going to CC and
just worked at Sykes for a year or so...until they started to get
greedy. Sykes had me working on 4 to 5 different accounts
simultaneously for 12 hours a day, five days a week. That meant there
was never any break in calls, it was constant, immediately after
hanging up, boom, another call...all day long. Do you have any idea
what it's like to continually talk for 12 hours a day? Needless to
say, after about four months of that I was starting to burn out. What
broke the camels back though was when on three of the accounts (third
party software, third party hardware and Star Office) they had me
start charging customers 20 bucks a question. Want me to install your
third part printer over the phone...twenty bucks. Want me to give you
a few quick lessons in how to setup a spreadsheet in Star
Office...another twenty bucks. So on average, each day I was making
the company around $500 extra dollars in cash. And how much of that
was I getting? None of it. I was still getting paid the same as
before I started charging customers, which was around $20 an hour
normal and $30 an hour for overtime hours. Their reasoning (read lame
excuse) for it was that I was supporting the rest of the call center
and that the money was essentially being distributed to the salaries
of all the other employees. I basically told them that was bullshit,
because the client account contracts were what was actually paying for
the other employees salaries. Their backpedal to that was that most
of the techies were just there as filler, to keep customers tied up
and busy until they could get connected to a real techie who could
actually solve their problem and that the client account contracts
didn't cover those filler employees. They claimed they didn't have a
choice either because there just weren't enough techies with skill in
the Walla Walla area. So anyway, I quit shortly after that, cause I
figured I could just start my own damn call center if I really wanted
to and I'd be making a fuck of a lot more money than I was helping
them out.
So then after Sykes I considered going back to CC and finishing what I
was originally working on, which was this triple AS degree (which was
essentially a worthless degree that they were talking people into
getting cause they were making money off the grants for it). So
instead I decided to just go to a four year college, Eastern and work
on a BS in computer science. I did that for about six months until my
health started to go all fubar. At that point I stopped going to
college and started focusing on getting my health problems sorted out.
That time certainly wasn't wasted though because although I wasn't
working, I spent nearly every day working on advancing my skills in
computer tech...essentially teaching myself and learning on my own.
It was then that I discovered I could learn FAR faster on my own than
I could ever learn in school. That was also when I started to get
more into the graphic design aspects of computer tech and decided
that, that's what I enjoyed the most overall.
So finally they figured out what the hell was wrong with me, after
doing an fMRI and diagnosed me with fibromyalgia. I then started
taking Tramadol and things changed VERY quickly. Within no time I was
back at my old level of stamina and strength. In addition, I found
that not being in constant pain had a HUGE impact on how fast I could
learn. So then I decided to go back to CC, essentially starting over
from scratch and get an AA degree...which I accomplished in one year.
Technically speaking I could have done it faster if I had transferred
my Eastern credits over, but I wasn't in THAT big of a rush. What's
interesting is that my original cumulative GPA was only around 3.2 and
when I went back to college, after starting the Tramadol, my
cumulative GPA shot up to a 3.9.
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: Can anyone think of a more nauseating INSTANT turn off than that?
: Seriously. I mean, there's all sorts of stupid shit a person can do
: either in person or on the internet to drive away people, but I think
: that probably is the ultimate, or at least penultimate colossal prick
: thing to do: put a list of quotes on your profile that all COME FROM
: YOURSELF.
It only upsets you because you don't have enough originality to come
up with your own quotes. Most people REALLY like the quotes, I often
get emails where the only thing in the email is to tell me they liked
the quotes. I also get emails from people asking me if they can use
some of my quotes. If the quotes were incredibly unoriginal and
unimaginative then they might be somewhat tiresome and trite, but mine
are far too high a quality for that to be an issue. It's funny you
know, because it's so easy to see when some people are jealous of what
you've got...all you need do is compare their frothing spittle with
all the praise and support you've gotten. See, that's how I KNOW
you're just jealous.
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: How else will people know how deep and thoughtful he is if he doesn't
: pelt everyone with a jug full of fortune cookies.
Another jealousy driven tard. I think that it really bothers some
morons when some people got something good...and then they "show it
off". I bet these are the same kind of coveting snits who walk by
some guys brand new BMW and start projecting their overcompensation
with penis size jokes and the like. You just can't stand it when
someone has something you don't that you wish you had.
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: He's gotta be setting up the king mindfuck of all diaper trolls... No
: other excuse for him to be pandering to the webbie's equivilant of a
: leper colony. Come on Matt, don't let me down. Trick them all into
: believing you like adult diapers only to pull the rug out from under
: em!
My MySpace account isn't for Internet tards like yourself, sorry.
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: I'm afraid that was decided around when he hit 250 pounds.
I haven't weighed that much in like...over a year now. Of course,
even if I was 250 pounds I'd still weigh less than most of you freaks:
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: Now that I actually visit the page... it's all very pedestrian. It's
: the softer side of the internet's most notorious detroyer of
: communities and reaper of sorrow and master of raper-like wit. I
: imagine this is sorta what The Riddler's page would look like if he
: dropped the schtick and signed up with eHarmony or something.
Maybe that's because it's for talking with friends IN THE REAL WORLD.
It's also a great way to get in touch with old friends from high
school who have moved away. Back in high school I used to hang out
with Angie like...constantly. I've always considered her to be one of
my best friends...cept it kinda sucks cause she lives in Seattle now.
Angie, Jackie and I used to cruise around all the time, blastin
Coolio's "gansta paradise" 'n shit, goin to parties, hangin out with
people, drinkin beer out at Rooks Park at 2 in the morning, racing on
the gut, etc, etc.
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: Interstice? Really. I had to look that one up.
Cause interstice is *SUCH* a difficult word. *rolls eyes*
: I could guess,
But you'd probably guess wrong, what with how you're a dumbass and
all.
: but I wanted to make sure.
There's the backpedal.
: It's 15th century.
No stupid, it's not. It's ROOT word, interstitium, is 15th century.
Yeesh, what a fuckin retard you are.
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: Do you suppose his blood pressure spikes
I have extremely low blood pressure, partly due to fibromyalgia, so I
don't need to worry about heart attacks like the lot of you pasty,
fat, balding, bloated fuck jobs. In fact I usually have to try to do
things to raise my blood pressure up to normal, most often via salt
intake. Since I'm inherently calm all the time, even when being a
nasty, seditious bastard to fucks like you, I have to rely on
chemicals/food to raise my blood pressure. Often I'll down a
Cup o' Noodle, eat a can of soup (without adding water) or I'll suck
on a bouillon cube.
: everytime he composes one of those rambling batches of vitriol in
: reply to something that strikes a nerve? Or is he just numb and dead
: inside? (Personally, I'd consider his laughing in triumph while typing
: to also fall under the "numb and dead" category, due to the complete
: lack of personality--and apparently effort--required.)
I like how their attempts at insults often insult themselves in the
process. It's like they're trying to cut off their nose to spite
their face. I mean if I'm supposedly so boring and have such a lack
of personality...why in the fuck would you droolers be spending every
last waking moment online obsessing over all things me? Or did your
stupid ass just miss the 15,000+ posts in the Backwater forum, you
drooling moron. Also, it'd be pretty hard for any of you deficients
to "hit a nerve" considering that which you continually try to attack
is that which I've made up from nothing and given to you as a
convenient means of redirection. Sort of like how a bull fighter will
use a red cape as a way to distract the raging bull as he stabs swords
into the drooling beast. The best part is...you're so fuckin stupid,
even though I'm telling you all this...you won't believe it, because
from your damaged perspective it's far easier to believe that which
you NEED to cope...like the diaper crap. Fact is...you just can't
deal with reality.
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: misusing techniques he didn't quite understand in counselling he
: received at a young age. All the, "words don't effect me, none of this
: is real," buttresses my thinking on this.
You believe you're actually thinking? LOL, I'd call it more
"flailing" than "thinking", but then, you gotta do what you can to
cope.
: I'm increasingly certain that he's had a history of moderate/severe
: emotional or developmental problems. I kind of feel bad about the guy.
Seems to me you're attempting to project your own history of
"moderate/severe emotional or developmental problems" on to me,
Cuppycake. Really it's not that you feel bad about me so much as you
feel bad about yourself, but since you can't stand to deal with
reality, you attempt to imagine me with your problems. It's okay,
Doorknob, it's not your fault...it's not your fault. Now show us on
the doll where the "bad man" touched you.
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: Matt is in his late 20s and, given recent pictures, he weighs about
: 270 pounds or so.
LOL, if I weigh 270 pounds you fat fucks must weight like a QUARTER
TON!
: He'll hit 30 like a brick wall, and his heart will simply implode with
: a wet pop under the combined weight of several layers of greasy yellow
: lard.
Projecting your own health problems, Fatty?
: The Wally-world middle-managers recognize the signs like a shark
: smelling blood; when they see someone like Moulton waddle in and ask
: for a job, it's like being handed the numbers to tomorrow's Lotto.
:
: The lucky middle-manager who interviews Matt simply checks the right
: box in the "For Office Use Only" section of the application, and
: Matt's in the slaughterhouse. He'll never be promoted and he knows he
: can never find a new job after this. The Big W is a scarlet letter on
: the resume for someone past their teens, and he will never be promoted
: far in the company because they want to keep him on the "killing
: fields."
:
: Also known as Inventory Control.
:
: It's a beautifully efficient process, really. Even the yearling
: himself thinks it's a pretty good deal at the time. Wal-Mart
: generously buys their employee's life insurance policy, promising his
: family a (small) cut of the payoff. Then they give the fat man a job
: lifting heavy boxes and dealing with stressful customers and managers.
: All they need to do is let nature take its course at this point: From
: the one-two punch of work-stress and his own obesity, Matt will be
: dead within three years and the insurance payoff will be several times
: the worth of his meager salary.
:
: His family will get enough money for a tombstone, a double-wide plot
: and a piano crate to bury him. They'll have to pay for the crane
: rental out of their own pocket, while the middle-manager who
: originally checked that little box on Matt's application gets a nice
: bonus and a Christmas ham, in memoriam of the fat man who killed
: himself so others could profit.
:
: Matt, of course, won't believe a word of this, because he's too proud.
: And really, would you try to save him? His family sure hasn't.
:
: So thank you, noble yearling. Your brave and hammy sacrifice will help
: literally dozens of more worthwhile employees at Wally-World make ends
: meet a little easier, their checkbooks fattened on the cholester-gold
: in your veins.
Again with the projection. What makes more sense...putting someone
whose overweight in a job where they're getting continual excercise
that'll cause them to lose weight and become healthy...or putting the
lard ass into a small, cramped, animal pen like cubical with a big
comfy chair to ensure as little movement as possible whilst fattening
the drooler up with pastries, donuts and an endless array of McFatties
take-out.
Fact is, Bumbles, the way you tards react to things like having that
Special ED entry taken away is way more in line with "striking a
nerve" and almost having a heart attack than anything I've ever
reacted with.
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: He got an A.S. in Digital Media from a community college
It must be "make shit up" day in PoEtard Land.
: in a small shit-town.
Cause Walla Walla is *SUCH* a small town.
: As in, he took a class on Photoshop.
One class and you get a degree, eh Stupid?
: Now, I work for a university
Does cleaning the toilets really count as "working for a university"?
: and I did a quick consensus about what "graduating college" really
: means to the people in the lab today. A Bachelor's Degree was the bare
: minimum I could find around here. Maybe people who are actually in
: college and/or a graduate have higher standards. :(
http://groups.google.com/group/alt.design.graphics/msg/816843ec7f87f6ba
A List Apart surveyed 33,000 people who produce web sites
professionally. That's a substantial sample populatin so thereis a
good representation of web professionals. They surveyed
internationally (over half were outside the US). I think the results
are very interesting and can be seen here:
http://www.alistapart.com/d/2007surveyresults/2007surveyresults.pdf
The things that caught my eye include:
Regarding education, about a third of the people involved in creating
web sites have an AA degree or less. That pretty much dispels the myth
that a lack of degree will keep you from getting a job.
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: Matt, MySpace is for kids and sexual predators. You might not find the
: girl of your dreams(all the kids have moved to Facebook) but I'm sure
: you'll have lots of common interests with the people there.
When Webbie tards like you who don't know anyone in the real world use
MySpace...yeah, yer lookin to wank off to tweenage muppet fucks. But
for those like myself who have friends in the real world, yeah, we use
it as a means of staying in touch with each other.
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: I'm not entirely certain that you're capable of interacting with 12
: people who don't find you 100% pathetic.
Your need for delusional fantasies to compensate for getting verbally
ass blistered won't allow you to think outside of that deficiency.
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: They're blatantly family friends
LOL, what the fuck is a "family friend"? Is that something you just
made up or is that what the neighbors used to call you when you'd come
over and "hang out" to avoid getting beaten and sexually abused at
home?
: The same people who ask him to make websites and the like for him.
I haven't made any websites for anyone in my friends list,
Bumbles...hell half of them probably don't even know I make websites.
LOL
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: I like that he leaves comments on his own page.
You like that, huh? I guess it doesn't take much to amuse a retard
like yourself. I mean, woah, making an open post that all my friends
can read directly...man that is just *SO FUNNEY*! Clap your hands and
drool, retard.
: SO LONELY.
How could I possibly be lonely with so many pansy ass homo fags like
you around me, constantly tryin to cop a verbal feel and responding to
my every other word in drooling anticipation? Here's a thought...if
*YOU* weren't so lonely...you probably wouldn't be spending so much
time trying to gain my attention (especially negative attention).
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: It also looks like he initiated the adds, not them.
How does it "look like" that, you delusional retard? Or are you using
your psychic powers again?
: I really can't imagine someone seeing him and going OMG MUST HAVE HIM
: ON FRIENDS LIST. More likely he's like that creep in high school who
: keeps trying to hug girls hello and they let him because slapping him
: silly would be awkward.
...uh, what? LOL, it's like, who the fuck knew anyone like THAT in
high school? If some uber tard went around giving hugs like a
salesman in Retard Town they'd probably get the shit slapped out of
them...at least that's how all the girls I knew in high school would
react to a tard. Now if you looked good and you were
cool/popular...oh yeah, you could be huggin, holdin hands, flirtin
around, playin footsy under the table 'n shit. It's only the LOSERS,
like you kids, who got really awkward around girls and started spazing
within three feet of anything even vaguely woman like.
: It's crazy creepy that his page mentions staring at women's tits, but
: it looks like he's got at least a few married women added.
The humor of the "cool kids" was always lost on a nerdy fat job like
yourself. I mean if yer a loser and you go around talkin about boobs
'n shit, yeah, yer gonna get slapped across the face, but from a
"cool" kid like me, it's just seen as friendly flirting and being
lovable. From an ugly fat job like you...yeah it's just greasy and
creepy. Know yer role, Fat Cake.
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: Well to be honest we are his biggest fans,
Read: "fan-addicts" or "fan-atics"
: and a goodly chunk of the ED article about him uses stuff provided by
: PoE members.
Um, try like 99% of the WHOLE THING, you bumbling retard.
: And yes, I wrote that sentence knowing damn well which steps in the
: Moulton fagdance it'll provoke if he takes it out of context in his
: next usenet spree.
The only fagdance going on is the one you kids are steppin to.
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: I assume that any way they work they will do little more than provide
: a large Pizza Pizza pizza for Matt every week or so. He deserves that
: much.
:
: Naturally, he will tell us the untold thousand he is raking in, and
: that his Walmart job is actually a cover for a spy mission.
Oh trust me, verbally slappin a bunch of lame ass fucks like you kids
around ain't worth untold thousands. You grossly overestimate your
importance.
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: Hey Matt: "ban this user and revert all of their edits" is one button click.
Only in Special ED Fantasy Land, Kiddo.
: No Message IDs = No posts. You're lying about posting on Usenet --
: this has got to be some sort of new low/high for you.
I like the fact that you're so terrible at hiding your anger and
annoyance at not being able to read all my posts on Usenet. Bumbles
just hates it when he's excluded like that.
: Did I call it, or did I call it?
Fantasy really is your only option, isn't it?
: I was expecting some sort of lame "I wasn't screaming so
: HLAGABLAGABLARG...", but I got so much more.
Bragging about how red I blistered yer ass probably isn't the
brightest thing to do.
: You watch PoE obsessively,
Sure kid, sure. Maybe in the same way that I watch Battle Star
Galactica "obsessively". Your obvious need to try and feel important
is duly noted and like most of what you do, it's fairly amusing,
watching you lash out in frustration. Aside from your entertainment
value though you kids really are completely worthless. Not one of you
even manages to produce anything worthwhile. The best you tards have
is Kthor, master of drawing cheap ass lookin clip art.
: and think of us as some sort of GRAND NEMESIS
That's what you WISH I thought of you as. In reality I think you're
all a bunch of stupid tweenage muppet fucks who have the collective
sense of a cheerleading squad hyped up on pop rocks and jolt cola.
: ...because number of downloads = number of active installations.
Arguing semantics and quibbling for backpedals I see.
: Oh look, it's the "I'll make a response that makes absolutely no sense
: in context" play. Haven't seen that one before.
Just because it flew right on over yer pointed little head doesn't
mean it makes no sense.
: ...says the SWiSHMAX "developer."
ActionScript is ActionScript you dumbfuck, it doesn't matter if it's
SwishMax or Adobe/Macromedia Flash, it's the same thing as far as the
end product (the only difference is one is cheaper and has a better
interface and has some streamlined "shortcut" coding syntax). But
hey, keep running at the mouth about shit you don't know fuck all
about, Kiddo. Maybe you can make like the stupid ass bitch Kthor and
start claiming that CSS page divisions are iframes. LOL
: Hey Matt, it's almost 2008 and all of your sites STILL look like a
: circa 1994 Sega CD FMV game.
Is that the "lame of the week", Dumbass? Free cl00, Dipshit, you're
comparing sites that rely heavily on 32bit graphics to an antiquated
gaming machine that was never capable of offering any more than 24bit
graphics. You're just some dumbfuck running at the mouth about shit
you don't even understand, so it's not as if it's a big surprise or
anything.
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: I think he's childish and self-aggrandizing, but that's almost so
: obvious as to not be worth saying.
Let me know when it requires any more than that to keep you frothing
in stupid for my entertainment, Chuckles.
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: He doesn't bleed real blood.
: The man's veins run with pure bacon grease.
Don't confuse me with your pasty, bloated, butter queen:
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: Oh she gave a shit, practically had a spitting shit fit in email over
: it, even going so far as to threaten me with litigation if I didn't
: take them down.
: Yeah I totally believe that. No really.
You'll believe whatever delusional fantasy bullshit you can muster
together in order to get by. Your coping mechanisms however have
little relevance in regards to the real world.
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: I noticed that the main thrust of this rambling stream of verbal
: diarrhea is that Fatter doesn't give a rat's ass about what the
: internet in general and POE in particular thinks about him. As has
: been pointed out repeatedly in the past though, his actions don't
: really point towards indifference.
That's because you're a retarded fuckwit, who, again, takes everything
online seriously. I may not care what you retards think and believe,
but that doesn't mean I don't want to USE YOU for CHEAP entertainment.
And in that regard I need to get you tards wound up and frothing,
which from a retard's perspective, like yours, it would seems like I
was giving a shit.
: This whole thing with the ED article really underlines this point. If
: he doesn't care what people on the internet think about him, why go to
: all the trouble of first trying to rewrite the article
Um, hello, retard, I wasn't the one who did that, you fuckwitted
imbecile.
: and then trying to get said rewritten article onto a different site?
: Has Fatter ever given a reason for why he continues to interact with
: POE, given his repeated statements that we don't matter to him?
Fuckin DUH! You tards are an "exhibit" on my server, you're
entertainment and that of course matters to me (to a degree), it just
doesn't matter to me from a life or death perspective. I mean if the
PoEtard "fish bowl" gets poisoned and all you retards up and die
tomorrow, well, I'm not exactly gonna be losing any sleep over it.
You tards are easily replaced with any number of Interweb haet sites.
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: Because he's socially engineering us
Actually I rely on your "natural" stupidity, dumbasses like you don't
really require "engineering" so much as "exploitation" of the
stupidity you're already inflicted with.
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: He seems to be tossing around a lot of fat jokes for a man of his
: considerable girth, innt?
Since I started working at Wal*Mart I've been losing about 6 pounds a
month...you tards...well as was mentioned before, you're cubical
flunkies, stuffed into a small, three walled box (so there's room for
your fat to expand out) who are fed a diet of MickeyD's and Little
Debbie snacky cakes. At this point, the only option you have is to
get even fatter than you already are.
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: Who gives a shit?
Who gives over 300 posts to a guy who isn't even on your server? Oh,
hey, that would be YOU TARDS! LOL, obsess much?
: Going out of your way to avoid letting a fat load get google ads
: revenue from us making fun of him is way queerer than being the fat
: load who put google ads up to make money from people making fun of
: him.
Uh oh, disention in the PoE ranks...tsch, tsch, tsch...any minute now
they'll start pulling each others hair and screaming like little
girls. Best get those bitches a box of tampons and some Midol before
things REALLY get out of hand!
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: Come on, Matty, even 12-year-olds can figure out how to inject their
: own CSS. Surely an uber-l33t INTERNET GOD can do that too.
What the fuck are you babbling about now, Retardo?
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: Is it godlike to use floaty windows on every page of a site,
"floaty windows" eh? *snicker* You kids get more amusing by the
post.
: with nigh-invisible scrollbars
Maybe you should get your eyes checked (or fix the resolution on yer
crappy ass computer).
: and no "up" or "down" buttons whatsoever?
I don't believe more than two scrolling forms are needed, it used to
be a scroll bar and scroll arrows, however the new "standard" is a
scroll bar and a scroll wheel, with no need for scroll arrows (which
are hardly ever used by anyone).
: It must be, because this lowly plebian cannot comprehend. Which must
: also explain why I was not able to venture past the Care Bears site,
: to behold the wonders of his advanced mind.
Uh huh, right. Maybe you should design your own websites...so you can
stop whining about other people's, you drooling fruitloop.
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: Do we have enough scruples between use to stop provoking him, or is it
: already just him shouting at nobody now? I mean, it's not like this
: forum is doing much other than hanging around after the show and
: talking about the highlights.
Will this be your "excuse" for running away and hiding? Cause really,
it could use some work, Stain.
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: So, uh, basically FattyMatty thinks that because I used a quote by a
: published, respected, and most importantly genuinely witty author,
: that this makes me a what now?
A walking encyclopedia of someone else's knowledge, witticism, beliefs
and comprehension. Congratulations, you're a witless puppet fuck
whose a piss poor carbon copy of someone else's views. I'm sure your
parents are VERY proud to have spawned such an uncreative cluster
fuck.
: And the fat retard saying it has a quote file that is HOW long again,
: all of it dense and retarded things he's said himself in a futile
: attempt to prove his own superiority?
Proving reality to delusional ass stains like yourself is rather
futile, innt?
: Handy tip to stuff in the ol' diaper there, Mattybaby: if you're the
: one who wrote the quote, it's not a "quote" till other people think
: it's good enough to repeat. If you're the only one using it, normal
: growed-ups call that "repeating yourself like that imbecile behind
: 7-11."
That "imbecile behind 7-11" is it? Woah, I can tell you came up with
that "flaming" gem all on your own, Halfass! BTW, I know things are
real slow in Retard Land, but over where I'm at in the REAL WORLD,
words very often have MORE THAN ONE definition. In the case of quote:
http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/quote
Free cl00, Dumbass, try the fourth noun entry under the American
Heritage Dictionary.
: That made me laugh.
Did you clap your hands a lot and drool a bit when you started
giggling with homotard delight?
: I must admit.
You should stick with quoting people who have some level of
intelligence, cause the continual sentence fragmenting is a dead give
away that you're "trying" to be original.
:
: Dear god, how pathetic can you get?
I have no idea how pathetic your God can get, but be sure to let us
all know when you find out.
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: You may be right
:
: He hasn't posted a diatribe for a couple of days now.
Unlike you 300+ post obsesso fags...yeah, I have a life that revolves
beyond the meaningless spaz dribbles you whiney, pants pissing,
useless bitches come up with in my absence.
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