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prog ([personal profile] prog) wrote2007-08-14 11:28 am

davis_square mutterings

[livejournal.com profile] davis_square is normally a great community but there are two patterns that make me sad. One is more interesting (and confusing) than the other.

Q: Something about post formatting policy.
A: If you can't write a Greasemonkey script to format other peoples' posts yourself, like me and all my friends can, go back to AOL, luser. Now if you'll excuse me I shall don my totally badass black trenchcoat and away to the Games Workshop store because I hear they just got a new shipment of Space Orks in. Waugh!
A2: LOL USE LUNIX
Commentary: The Slashdork effect. This is not surprising and there's probably not much to be done about it, but it's still disheartening to see. And I just know exactly when it will appear but I still must read the comments anyway.

Q: Something about local coffee houses.
A: Oh god don't go to the Diesel. Every time I go in there I get spat on by the staff and the clientele bludgeon me with their fashionable laptop accessories. I think it's because I'm so manly. I'm just not sure.
A2: Oh hell yes! Sometimes the Diesel workers call my mom up at home and harass her with their tattoos. It's awful!
Commentary: This, I just do not understand. Seriously, what? I'm just an ordinary slobby guy and I've been going there for years and have never picked up on any attitude. I'm kind of numb but I'm not that numb.

[identity profile] tahnan.livejournal.com 2007-08-14 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
OK, there are certain people who have hygiene problems (there are some specific people for whom I literally must hold my breath as they pass my table). But by and large I've had very little trouble with my fellow patrons. Then again, I don't sit at the chairs in the back, I sit at the tables in the front. That might make a difference.

[identity profile] modpixie.livejournal.com 2007-08-19 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
i stopped sitting in the back after i found someone filing down his bunions (srsly) on one of the couches. the nail-clipping woman, on the other hand, was giving herself a manicure about five feet from the register. and still, they chose to do nothing.