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A small vocabulary lesson and a reminder that took me nearly 3 days to write.

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I just got back from an awesome dinner and a wicked good time with friends to be told by the admin team that certain *organizations* believe I’m *required* to accept their twitter follow *request*. Sidenote: Twitter? what’s that? it no longer exists on my radar. Try having to change your entire social media identity because people won’t leave you alone and are inciting ideations they shouldn’t. Oh yeah. It’s fun.
Because it’s in my favorites, and because I don’t feel like mincing words this evening, our source this fine Sunday evening is our good buddy Dictionary.com
First, for your convenience, I introduce you to the definition of a requirement.
noun
1. that which is required;
a thing demanded or obligatory:
One of the requirements of the job is accuracy.
This means that if a job requires something, you are obligated to do it. If the law requires something, you must do it. If the law requires you not to do something, well, then, you must not do it. In other words, the guy who nearly mugged us in Harvard Square would have been violating the law had he done so. (he did decide mugging ass-kicking looking blind chick with cane pointed near his face while resting the shaft on her shoulder was a retarded idea and went away, but that’s neither here nor there).
Now, back to the chalkboard, children. Let’s define request.
noun
1. the act of asking for something to be given or done, especially as a favor or courtesy; solicitation or petition:
At his request, they left.
If you request someone to do something, they are not *required*, to do it. You are asking for a favor. A favor is something someone can deny you. if you asked me to borrow $100, I can and will tell you no. If the writer of this post asks the admin team to post it because her computer’s being a dweeb, they can say no, or we’ll do it later, or give us a minute, or something similar. Further, I just got told off for tagging something wrong a couple hours ago. If the admins decide I screwed up, they have a choice to request, or require, I fix it. Or if they decide my reasoning made sense in my head and only my head at the time, to hop off it.
If you send me a follow *request*, via social media, I am *not*, *legally*, *required*, to accept that request. there is a deny button for a reason. There is a blocking feature for a reason. There are safeguards to protect people from stalking via social media for a reason. (I should know, I’ve been beating on them like they owe me money this weekend). Whining in blog comments will not force me to follow you. Here’s why. 1. Because (and I’m saying it again just in case someone reading this has a reading comprehension issue), I ditched that particular social media method. 2. Because I am not LEGALLY obligated or required to follow anyone. As previously stated, a request is just that, a request. A favor. Our friend Rachel didn’t have to buy either the co-author or the admin ice cream this evening, but she did us a favor, because the place we were going doesn’t accept credit/debit cards. The co-author in question actually put up a fight about it and was told to shut her face and accept the favor. (Chocolate was involved, and she was jonesing as usual, so she did eventually shut the hell up and deal).
This being said, I am not required to dig up another twitter account just so certain people can stalk it. Thank you, good evening. You were asked by the admins to back off me, now you’re being told. Please, do it. I don’t really want to end up in the hospital due to a nervous breakdown, nor do I wish to be homeless and left out on the street to be raped, drugged, and possibly murdered. I don’t really wanna be the victim of the next crime you see on these guys’ blog over here And by the way, for the love of all that may or may not be holy, don’t click that link if you’re wimpy, because I’ll be nice and tell you there’s some stuff on there that sensitive eyeballs just shouldn’t look at. I almost puked over one article, and I haven’t puked since before we got my hormonal issues straightened out in October 2009. I am not a punk with a weak stomach. If things on that site can nearly make me heave, you’ll probably run away crying.
Please, kindly, cease and desist. I’ve been being harassed by individuals and possibly members of an organization all weekend long, and it needs to stop immediately, for it is ruining my mental faculties. This is both a warning and a plea. The administration team doesn’t take lightly to anyone involved with the blog or website being harassed, nor would they take kindly to the people in question ending their lives. I think that might be a major problem for the owner of this blog. Don’t be responsible for the end of a life.

Where were you?

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So as you may or may not be aware, in the event you’re living under a rock, Shane showed up here on Thursday. Not even an hour after he showed up, came a knock on the door. It was the building director, reminding me of the guest policies and threatening me with academic sanctions, and basically doing her best to make me feel about the size and worth of an amoeba. I yessed her to death for the purposes of getting her the fuck out of my face before I slapped her because I was already prepping for battle because I had afeeling stupid shit was gonna go down. And well, it did.
Then, I remembered last year’s continuous saga of the stupid. My questions for this woman, because I hope to Christ she finds this somehow, are as follows.
Where were you while I was living in filth all year?
Where were you while I sat there in a room which stunk of mold, with someone else’s belongings strewn all over what should have been my side of the room?
Where were you while I sat in health services wondering how the fuck I could’ve gotten a urinary tract infection when I was being a two-shower-a-day clean freak, living with someone who didn’t shower, or even perform the common courtesy of emptying her fridge?
Where were you while I had someone come in and take pictures of the room to make sure I didn’t get dingged hundreds in damages because I lived with someone who didn’t give a rancid shit about personal space?
Where were you when all those complaints were lodged?
Where were you when I was sitting up till 2 and 3 in the morning listening to this girl sob and scream and cry to her boyfriend because he was telling her the truth and she didn’t wanna hear it?
Where were you when I was sick every other week because I had to keep the window open in the middle of February just so I could try and scrounge up some breatheable air?
Where were you when I was washing the same load of laundry twice just to try and make it smell less like rotten mold?
What did you ever do for me when I actually needed you? Nothing. And now you’re threatening me with academic sanctions because I have someone here who actually gives a fuck trying to help me?
Lady, you may be marrie to the rules, I understand that may be the only gratification you get, but you never did anything for me when I actually needed you, so why should you bother with me now?

Freedom Scientific Responds To: "Another Satisfied Freedom Scientific Customer, NOT!!! (Revised March 26, 2009)"

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the drama continues.
from:
the blog of denise
We have this:

The following conversation occurred on February 9, 2009 via internet between 12:00PM and 1:00PM:
poohbear, and the day’s bullshit mounts! can this day get any worse? Wait, don’t answer that.
fredom needs their nuts chopped off with a god damnknife.
Wil: Living On The Edge Radio Is Live! http://www.livingontheedgeradio.com!
Hmmm.
poohbear, and the day’s bullshit mounts! can this day get any worse? Wait, don’t answer that.
how the flying fuck do you screw up a shipping label that badly to where it gets shipped to the wrong god damn city!
we’ll cut the nuts off, reattach them with glue and then do it all over again
Wil: Living On The Edge Radio Is Live! http://www.livingontheedgeradio.com!
Hmmm.
poohbear, and the day’s bullshit mounts! can this day get any worse? Wait, don’t answer that.
they were *supposed* to send me a dongle, oh, it got sent all right, but someone fucked up really bad and it got shipped to the wrong mother fucking city!
Wil: Living On The Edge Radio Is Live! http://www.livingontheedgeradio.com!
Hmmm.
poohbear, and the day’s bullshit mounts! can this day get any worse? Wait, don’t answer that.
according to freedom they have all the right information on file, and I varrified it like 12 fucking times with bryan carter the director of the incompitents in the office of technical retardedness. so I told him he’d better start getting me answers or I’ll raise more hell then his ass could handle in one day.
everything was entered correctly, so I made him check every god damn system and do it thoroughly and to not call me back unless he had something substantial to tell me
Wil: Living On The Edge Radio Is Live! http://www.livingontheedgeradio.com!
Hmmm.
poohbear, and the day’s bullshit mounts! can this day get any worse? Wait, don’t answer that.
oh he hasn’t seen the worst of it yet, I’m just getting fucking started, and I don’t work for them so I can write whatever the fuck I want and write it whereverI want and say what I want and nobody can say shit about it!
Wil: Living On The Edge Radio Is Live! http://www.livingontheedgeradio.com!
So can my wife, Denise!
poohbear, and the day’s bullshit mounts! can this day get any worse? Wait, don’t answer that.
wooooot! wait, so can you because you don’t work for them no more, neener neener neener fucking neener!
Wil: Living On The Edge Radio Is Live! http://www.livingontheedgeradio.com!
Not for close to another year, but Denise isn’t bound by them and their contract.
poohbear, and the day’s bullshit mounts! can this day get any worse? Wait, don’t answer that.
lolls! but I can come on living on the edge and bitc, wait won’t that step on their little biddy egos? aw’w’w’w I’m so tarrified! not
Wil: Living On The Edge Radio Is Live! http://www.livingontheedgeradio.com!
Hmmm.
poohbear, and the day’s bullshit mounts! can this day get any worse? Wait, don’t answer that.
heheehhehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe wwooooot!
I don’t have denise on my msn anymore, what the fuck!
Wil: Living On The Edge Radio Is Live! http://www.livingontheedgeradio.com!
Add msippi@wilanddenise.com to your messenger.
poohbear, and the day’s bullshit mounts! can this day get any worse? Wait, don’t answer that.
how fucking long does it take to check a shipping label machine you stupid incompitent morons!
Wil: Living On The Edge Radio Is Live! http://www.livingontheedgeradio.com!
Hmmm.
poohbear, and the day’s bullshit mounts! can this day get any worse? Wait, don’t answer that.
damn straight, now we all understand why when I get the chanse I’m dropping $695 on wineyes and blowing the shark to hell
Wil: Living On The Edge Radio Is Live! http://www.livingontheedgeradio.com!
Hmmm.
poohbear, and the day’s bullshit mounts! can this day get any worse? Wait, don’t answer that.
fucking right! woooot!

Bryan Carver, the Director of Freedom Scientific Technical Support, responded with the following:

from: Bryan Carver
to: “Shane Davidson”
sent: Wednesday April 7, 2009 10:42AM
Subject: your jaws license .
Shane,
Your jaws license has been suspended pending review.
You made some comments on
http://www.wilanddenise.com/jobina/
That in my opinion are uncalled for, and make it seem that you wish to discredit the company I work for. You also said you’d give me hell because I fucked up?
What right do you have to make these statements when I went out of my way to help you resolve the issue in the first place.
I didn’t have to give you a dongle for free, and I didn’t have to ship a second one when the firstone was lost.
I ask you to retract your statements as listed, or face legal action for undo hardship and defimation of character.
Regards,
Bryan Carver
Director of Technical Support
Freedom Scientific Inc.
Phone: 800-444-4443
Extension: 1062
E-Mail: BryanC@freedomscientific.com

All this tells me is that freedom sscientific is scared of their customers who pay over a grand for their products speaking their minds in a public setting.
What surprises me is that I received this in an e-mail and not in a seese and desist letter, witch I expect to be receiving shortly with a nice little notice card from the mailman to ride the heal toe express to the nearist postal outlet to pick it up.
I find this one funny as well. Freedom scientific were the ones to initially suggest that I get a dongle to begin with because of the amount of resetting that happened, and my authorization number getting flagged. I found this out when they called me one day after I submitted the reset request form after yet again changing hardware that made the authorization not work, I was informed that the authorization couldn’t be reset because of it being flagged.
Who called me? you guessed it, Mr. Carver himself.
I asked him for alternate methods, he suggested a dongle, and the rest, well, is in this post.
Ladies and gentlemen, that is, yet another, happy, and satisfied freedom scientific customer, not!