Yes, there's a grammatical error in the headline.
My attorney advises me not to comment on cases under litigation.
So to sum up, annoying people pseudonymously on the internet is a crime, and doing it under your own name is a tort.
I like that the defendant's alibi is that Ohio is l4m3rz.
Maybe text and I should sue each other over yesterday's imbroglio. WTF -- can't the guy turn off the computer if he's being abused?
can't the guy turn off the computer if he's being abused?
Can you?
Well, one either responds to the abuser(s) or, if it gets too bad, leaves. Suing is a little extreme.
Apparently he's suing them for stuff that went on outside of the chat room, but that he knew primarily through the chatroom.
"He just came in slamming on me, saying all kinds of derogatory crap: that I was a fat, bald, broke old man who sits around in a rusted wheelchair," said Charpentier, who has a chronic back injury. "I don't even own a wheelchair"
"I have to rent one!"
I'm reserving my right to file a counter-suit against everyone.
Not good. Think of the counterclaim!
The man suffers mightily.
It's getting bad when the n00b5 will be prosecuted standard spreads to AOL.
(And Ohio is t3h l4m3rz, Smasher. You'll be hearing from our lawyers.)
Class action against w-lfs-n?
Excellent idea! We file a complaint alleging that, by mercilessly ridiculing our spelling, grammar, and syntax, w-lfs-n has "humiliated us beyond what no person could endure." Then he'll file an answer ridiculing our ungrammatical complaint, and we can use that as additional evidence against him.
See? This is the inevitable result of being hung up over not being perceived as a priss. You file bogus lawsuits in order to defend your manhood and end up looking like a priss.
"Man sues chatroom pals: I was humiliated beyond what 'no man could endure'"
I think he'll find that being known as the fat guy who sued because his pretend internet friends teased him will be far more humiliating.
There is no question that "I've been humiliated beyond what no man can endure!" is going to be my new favorite phrase. Unfortunately I can't even say it without smiling.
can't the guy turn off the computer if he's being abused?
Can you?
Of course. I'm sure anyone here could quit any time. In fact, I'm leaving for my online meeting of Chataholics Anonymous right now.
I'm sure anyone here could quit any time. In fact, I'm leaving for my online meeting of Chataholics Anonymous right now.
Too true. :P
Not fair, ogged. That joke doesn't deserve to win anything.
Ogged, you priss, I had something really and truly funny to say.
I had a fitting way to end that thread. Elegiac even.
It's okay Tia. That thread was distracting us from repopulating the earth.
Complain complain. Gotta sieze the moment, missy. Anyway, there's no better way to end the neverending thread than with the neverending joke (and closing the comments, of course).
I'm on the pill. These days, anything distracts me from repopulating the earth.
Tia, what was the fitting way of ending the thread? e-mail me if you like. Then, as I did with apostropher's pork rinds comment, I will provide an unfunny squelching response.
Which comment thread was closed? I'm so confused right now.
Tia has a secret weiner.
Is that anything like having a secret wiener?
Like say f'rinstance "Kafka is my secret Wiener"?
Today marks the end of innocence at Unfogged.
Innocence is close'd. Please shop elsewhere.
Oh I see, because the thread was titled "Innocense"and it is now ended. Got it.
It might be more accurate to call today "the end of 'Innocence' at Unfogged".
JO, you are woefully confused. After the apocalypse (have you looked out the window in the past two hours), as the earth reverted to its Edenic State, Apostropher and I, well, I can't quite speak of it, but the human race will continue. The only relevant threads are those I have gathered to cover up my shame.
After the apocalypse
Luckily, Froz Gobo has taken care of things.
29: And how do *you* know that, apostropher?
Presumably he discovered it while the two of you were repopulating.
Oh, right.
*blushes*
Last night, after the Apocalypse, before Apostropher, Ewan MacGregor found me with an infrared sensor. He came up to me and started nibbling on my neck. "For the future of art. Of music!" he entreated. But, I was on the pill, and busy watching Matlock reruns. Except there was no electricity, so actually I was just imagining them on a black screen. Apostropher only succeeded because he was a bit more aggressive. The pill might be a problem though. And the weiner.
At what age does one normally realize the best response to insults is to either mock them, ignore them, or wear them proudly?
I mean for normal people, not for fat old bald guys like me sitting in wheelchairs whose only illusion of worthiness comes from the internet.
This guy needs to get a life. I once was threatened in a forum by someone threatening to pour a special "cocktail" of kerosene and coal oil on me, and light me on fire. Told them to bring it on and never heard from them again...
Apologies for redundancy (threaten, threaten)--can only say it's late and I'm tired. Love this blog, though...
Also keroses / coal oil, I think,