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Monday, August 8, 2011

I LOATHE the Fascistbook Team!

So, Fascistbook blocked my blog from ever being posted again. This happened 
a couple of weeks ago and I have submitted many requests for an answer as to 
why this has happened. 
 
It's hard to say if one of my friends reported it as offensive or if it's another
annoying Fascistbook glitch. If it was a friend; THE HELL!? Clearly you don't 
understand me at all and you should delete me! 
 
My instincts tell me that it's Fascistbook censoring my ass!
So after a week of sending help requests and getting no response, 
I have received the following letter:
 
Hi,
 
Thank you for submitting this bug report and taking time to help us 
improve the site. Unfortunately, we are unable to respond to every bug 
report individually, but we are reading them.
 
Screen shots often help our team diagnose problems that users are seeing. 
If you did not send a screen shot with your report, please follow the 
directions listed here:
 
http://www.facebook.com/help.php?page=971
 
Once you have saved the screen shot, attach it in a response to this email. 
If your issue is unfamiliar to our team, we may contact you for more details. 
If we have identified and are troubleshooting your issue, 
we will not need to contact you for more details. 
 
For more information about issues currently affecting the site, 
please visit the Facebook Known Issues Page at  
http://www.facebook.com/KnownIssues
 
We appreciate your patience and feedback as we work to improve your Facebook 
experience.
 
Thanks,
The Facebook Team
 
 
The "Team" hard at work; ready to reply!
 
I don't believe that there are any actual "humans" on the Facebook Team; 
nor do I believe that there is an actual Fascistbook Team.  If per chance they 
are real then they are definitely a lively group of Hitler loving, good time 
having facsists! Oh Zuckerberg what a sense of humor you must have! 
 
Censorship & Creepy Ads about things you write - The Fascistbook way!
 
 
I can only hope that more of you will join up with me over at Google+ so we can 
finally leave the ever-changing hell that I now call Fascistbook. 
 
 
Splendid then... 
 
 
P.S. If you want an invite for Google+ message me at: nipsyrussell@yahoo.com
 

Saturday, August 6, 2011

What I did on my summer vay cay shun!

Sadly I did not have a vay cay shun, nor was I expecting to really. I just thought it would be a to use that as a title; sort of a trip back in time to those great old elementary school days. 

I haven't had a vacation since 2004 and I don't think that 4 days getting wrecked at a friends new living area counts qualifies as vacation material. (What am I a robot? Who the hell says friends new living area??) I. do.

So my last legitimate vacation was in October of 2002 and I don't have a whole lot to say about that other than it was on Nantucket and I love that island.

How I wish I was here...

I wish Optimus Prime controlled my power
So I will just tell you all about what I have been doing this gloriously short and not nearly hot enough summer.


The one day that the thermometer reached 102 is the day the transformer on my street caught on fire and blew up. It happened around 6:30 in the evening and they worked on and off until 1am when they called it a day and went home to their air-conditioned homes with their fans and t.v.. 




I never liked Donald Duck; this explains a lot!
Granted I was at work and didn't get home until 2am. I do like to unwind and zone out to the t.v. after work. No bother, I had candles and a little battery powered radio. I was lulled to sleep by the soothing voices on NPR. Oh those Nazis at the Grid; you know how much I love them! We didn't get power turned back on until 10:30am, so about 14hrs on the hottest day of the year. Needless to say, the little that I had in my fridge went bad and everything in my freezer melted... 
 
Good times! At least my rude ass neighbors sought shelter elsewhere that night.

This is how it's been for months; my window is right above this heaping pile of shit

Which brings me to what I have been putting up with this summer at home, courtesy of the rude, slobby, douche bag neighbors upstairs. Polite notes and talking to them are futile!

The kicker is they weren't taking any of this to the street on trash night - an opportunity to be had every week - they just let it fester week after fucking week. PIGS!!

Mmmmm diapers!
Nice job! I love flies!


THE FACT THAT I HAD TO SAY ANY THING AT ALL ABOUT <THIS> 




IS MIND BOGGLING!

Jealous of my life yet? Just a little bit? 

So my landlord lives in NY and could give a fuck about what happens here. As long as he gets his money, he can't be bothered. I had repeatedly told him about this UNSANITARY CONDITION he repeatedly ignored me until I sent the pictures and low & behold the next day the trash was all picked up. Problem. Not. Solved. Despite the many garbage barrels they could easily put their stinky trash in; they continue to put it on the ground and let the raccoons and skunks have at it. Also, my hallway smells like poop and vomit - it's quite delightful disturbing.


My summer has really been epically fun! I have done a few nice things, like my walks in the United Nations of Lynn and I did have a few midnight/full moon ocean swimming adventures. I have a feeling I won't be having another one as it's not likely to be that hot ever again this year. 


Despite all my daily stresses and insanities I am keeping it together pretty well and am fairly happy as things in my life are always changing and improving - even if I sometimes forget to notice.


Splendid then...

Friday, August 5, 2011

Distractions

I see an apple, what's the big deal?



Today I am in what you would all call "denial".  It's far more pleasant then what I call "reality", which most of you still get to escape in some way and I am in it 24/7. So I need a little break and I am going to distract myself with pleasant thoughts and fantasies.




My feelings for FB haven't changed








The fascists over at Spacebook banned my blog completely after my post last week. I am now considered abusive which both amuses me and pisses me off greatly. I have tried to rectify the situation, but it seems pretty futile to me. How many times can I fill out the same form and get zero response? I'm in for three times, I might do it once more today, so to answer my own question, it's four or maybe three, if I distract myself successfully! You should all look for me over on Google+, where my blog is not banned.



I could go on ranting but that isn't very funny and isn't that what FB is for anyway? So I won't get into the a**holes at Mass Health today and I will instead talk about how ridiculous Lynn Shore Drive is at any given time.


I walk there at least once a week with a friend. I will now only refer to it as The United Nations, (thanks Lynne) and if you have ever been there then you totally get that. 

I will explain: It's one of the most culturally diverse places; you've got Russians, Vietnamese/Cambodian, Indian, Hispanic, Black, White Trash

And then you've also got Mounted Police, Dogs, Bikes, Skates, Runners, Walkers, Skateboarders, Children Screaming Children, Prostitutes, Homeless, NA/AA people, future NA/AA people, poop and things that look like poop. I'm sure I am missing a category or two, and an ethnicity.


DSKE KEEWWING!
You don't want this water touching you
So we walk from the Swampscott side to Lynn, until the smell becomes unbearable and we turn around and go back toward a slightly less smelly existence. 
 
Apparently the smell is from some algae that they can't get rid of; but I think it's a combo of that and the always bacteria ridden waters. You always see kids, dogs and overweight people  obliviously swimming their silly non-English reading hearts out. I always think to myself "I hope they don't have any cuts or open wounds, or a weakened immune system", and then I laugh out loud.



My favorite people on Lynn Shore Drive are the Corpsey kids; they are usually the bored over-privileged youth from Swampscott that are eerily pale and seemingly have no feelings other than gloomy. 


Her parents are rich, yet she is increasingly miserable & bored

We have also been critiquing the runners, and haven't seen a Gazelle on the shore yet. So far, we have seen the Gay Handed Runner & Robot Runner and I love them both equally! I promise I will start taking pictures.


My friend and I are pretty certain that everyone there believes that we are a Lesbian couple, so we fit right in. 


I'm off for a walk, sadly just around town and not to The United Nations. 


Splendid then...