I’ve been wandering all over the Metafilter today, pissing on anyone who got into range. I don’t know what gets into me sometimes.
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I’ve been wandering all over the Metafilter today, pissing on anyone who got into range. I don’t know what gets into me sometimes.
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Pissing. I avoided it today but I felt like it. Metafilter is boring. I would like to see rival Metafilters, with identical technology but different policies.
One I would like to see: join by invitation only, and if you get kicked out, so does the guy who sponsored you and everyone in the sponsor chain under you. If you sponsored X, and X sponsored Y, and Y sponsored Z, all would be kicked out if you were kicked out. Of course, people might invite you and them back, but they would have to take responsibility for the reinitiates. And kicking out would just be a vote called by any member, though he’d have to get a certain quorum to make anything happen. Voters would look and the chain of people dependent on you and decide whether it was worth dumping you and them. And to mix it up a little, any chain longer than ten people would be subject to occasional random mutations in which the chain might break and the lower half would be dependent upon a new sponsor, or a person might be given the chance to sponsor two instead of one, and
But I’m just yakking because sometimes I think there’s a technical solution to problems that are really social. And sometimes you have to piss on people.
Hey, you ruined my suede websurfing slacks!
Either I’m just forever jaded within my post-nicotine cloud or Metafilter has ceased being anything other than a bunch of hipsters inflating the penis pump of snarky cultural redundancy while flaunting vague argumentative skills that would get them ejected from graduate school within minutes.
I prefer e-mail. At least there you can count on some strangely measured silliness and people aren’t nearly as uptight. You’ll also find the kind of honesty that people seem so reluctant to espouse online. Oh dear! Will that upset so and so? Will that be against Emily Post’s recently published “Rules of the Road?” Will that cut off my reader base?
In the end, who the hell cares? Referral games, who links who, who said what, updating daily, who invented the weblog? Fuck that. It’s all an old brown bag that this papa can do without.
Barring any events on the scale of 9/11, I give Metafilter one more year before Matt finally pulls the plug. I can’t see how any sane person can put up with that nonsense for so long. The continued existence of Metafilter is truly a measure of Matt’s fortitude.
Either I’m just forever jaded within my post-nicotine cloud or Metafilter has ceased being anything other than a bunch of hipsters inflating the penis pump of snarky cultural redundancy while flaunting vague argumentative skills that would get them ejected from graduate school within minutes.
I hear that Matt was thinking of using that as a motto, but he couldn’t figure out how to translate it into Latin.
Hey, where can I get a pair of them suede surfing slacks too, CC?
…any chain longer than ten people would be subject to occasional random mutations in which the chain might break …
Kneel before MutatoFilter!
First Tagline :
you say Mutayto-, I say Mutahto-…
a bunch of hipsters inflating the penis pump of snarky cultural redundancy while flaunting vague argumentative skills that would get them ejected from graduate school within minutes.
Woo hoo! I’m a hipster!
Excuse me as I piss into the future. The date below, it is still July, 31st where I am. So here is for the beer I will be drinking at thus said time below. weeeeeeeeeeee