It is so much fun now to go “thread hunting”... its like whack-a-mole… but with words,not moles… I was looking thought the random distribution of threads and I found this one.
This is fun stuff… so many things to play with… like just now, is it two or three times you hit return (enter) to insert a line break?.. somewhere there was thread that explained that… EVERYBODY SHOULD KNOW THAT NOW, even though it was viewed about 62 times before it disappeared into random-thread-order hell… There have been MANY threads about how to attempt to have a relatively normalish web experience here (although, more 1998 normal) via the many clever workarounds and tricks.
I love all of you people.
Yet…
I laugh at your puny humans… you refuse to admit defeat!
MAGENTO HAS WON!
But I digress… Who the Coddang monkeyfruking hell can keep up with it? If it were a brick and mortar store most of us would of had a mega neural synaptic explosion, run off and stolen a bulldozer and driven it through the front door about 19 times by now… I have given up… I have absolutely no ( ZERO) expectations at this point. Well, I do expect it will get worse here and there… but thats besides the point… Yes, there are stickies and threads and all sorts of things to read to try and compensate one insane deficiency or other… BUT for crying out loud, who has the inclination to read and absorb it all.
I go to Rich’s house and ring the doorbell, it rings and someone comes to the door…
I go to Dave’s house and the doorbell is mounted above the door and when I press it, it does nothing… but two people standing outside tell me I should go to the the back door and rap three times on the drain pipe stand on the windowsill and tap four times on the transom and then shout “Imeoidh seo freisin” in ancient Gaelic… They inform me there is a sticky note about that on the bulletin board next to the front window… the one with 5000 sticky notes on it ... its in the one titled “Standing on the windowsill and shouting in Gaelic”... its right next to the one titled “why the chickens keep exploding” and between “FAQs about Monkeys” and “Installing things you hate to install and have no interest in”. you really aught to read them all… someday a masked man may hold you up in a dark alley and ask you why the PBH code is causing his cat to dance… then what will you do… yeah… nothing… you’ll be screwed.
No, no I won’t… because I’ll still be so damn angry about the damn doorbell I’ll beat his sorry a$$ till he cries like strawberry shortcake with a boo-boo on her knee…
Can’t I just ring a doorbell?
No?
It’s a frikin’ doorbell…
Everyone has one… they are fairly common…
and I’m not climbing on windowsills to shout in Gaelic…
I’ll get a damn stick, poke at the lousy bell and if it does not ring I’ll kick the damn front door till either it falls down or some toothless hag on the third floor pokes her moldy head out the window and shouts out for me to stop it because I frightened her so much she fell of the bleedin’ potty and her cat kill itself…
No… its a damn bell…
it should ring… they have been around since 1875 and everyone has one…
I’m not interested in amusing alternatives to normalcy…
Let me have a friggin’ working doorbell or endure my obnoxious wrath with good humor and joy.
Yeah?
Thats just how I see it though.
Peace, Yall’.