ok. once upon a time when i was 18, my allergies finally showed up, thanks to the hayman fire out here in colorado. since then, i have been having progressively worse problems with smoke. and not just cigarette smoke, but all kinds. grill fires (which my dad frequently has), woodburning fires, even burning oil in smoke machines and the little aromatherapy thingies. whatever. i started on a regimen of two allergy medications, so that when i had to put out a grill fire, i could without coughing up a lung and my sinuses sealing themselves tighter than gladware. no problem.
well, my last month abroad, after moderate suffering with every european out there smoking, my "friend" came out to visit me. needles to say, we were sleeping in the same room the whole time, mostly my dorm room. said friend has a nicotine addiction, which i made absolutely clear COULD NOT, under any circumstance, be indulged anywhere near me, or my room, and she was not allowed to smell like it, because the smell makes me want to hurl.
unfortunately, smoking also seems to be closely linked to lying. oh no, she said, i only smoke one every other day or so.
THEN HOW DO YOU EXPLAIN THE FOUR CIGARETTES YOU HAD EVERY FUCKING DAY WE WERE IN PARIS??? every day period, the stupid cow. she made the rest of that trip miserable, but unfortunately, that's going to be a chapter or six in my memoir. she also reasoned that since i take medication, i shouldn't havea problem with her smoking. she has also told me taht i don't actually have this allergy, and that i just don't like the smell.
anywho, i came back home and went to the doctor, because i had been sick the last week with a nasty cough, and it was still around. my doctor, who has been listening rather closely to my lungs for the past year or so, expressed that something had happened. she knew that europeans smoked, but asked if there had been anything in particular that could have caused a problem. 'why yes!' said i.
well. long story short. now it seems that instead of smoke-induced allergies, there's a strong probability that i have smoked-induced asthma, which she has been worried about for the past year, and that one month of stress and smoke finally pushed me over the edge. she's giving me 6 months, but if i still have a wheeze (which i do), i get to have an asthma test of some kind to just solidify what the doctor feels she knows.
excuse me for being pissed, but i was born healthy and with good, strong lungs, and now, thanks to careless "friend," i don't anymore. i know, i can't blame just her, but let's face it. no european spent a month solid blowing smoke in my face.
so if you smoke, and one of your friends says they're allergic, learn from this. we don't make it up for shits and giggles. thank god coloradois going smoke-free in public places july 1. at least some people in the government realize that killing oneself with cancer shouldn't mean killing others with it too.
Sunday, June 25, 2006
Saturday, June 24, 2006
Waste Your Time at PepsiSmash.com!!
1 in 3 wins, my ass. I just entered 14 illegible codes from Mountain Dew caps, and sacrificed my personal information to corporate America, and I didn't even get a single fucking ringtone.
I better win a fucking RAZR, PEBL, BLWJB, or whatever the fuck else they are giving away.
I better win a fucking RAZR, PEBL, BLWJB, or whatever the fuck else they are giving away.
Some Parents Suck At Life (Part 1)
I am a day camp counselor. For the past three weeks I have spent a considerable amount of time studying my campers and the people who raised them. Here are just a few of the things I have noticed about some of the parents that really piss me off.
The Schedule:
At the beginning of every session, we pass out a schedule that lists the activities we have planned for each day of the week, along with a rough estimate of what time each activity will occur. Most days we manage to stick pretty close to the schedule, but sometimes things happen that cause us to deviate slightly. Sometimes the weather is a factor, sometimes there are problems with the bus, or sometimes we were unable to obtain the materials needed for a given activity. Whenever this occurs, we always make do by substituting a different activity. The kids never seem to really notice when this happens, because most of them don't care what they do, as long as it isn't school.
The parents, on the other hand, have heart attacks when little Billy comes home and says that he ate popsicles that day instead of watermelon. Or that he played whiffle ball instead of Red Rover. Seriously, who gives a shit? Is little Billy's life forever altered because he didn't ingest those few chunks of watermelon? No. Now, I would understand if on the schedule it said "Nature Hike," but we ended up taking them to the adult bookstore instead, but there is no need to nitpick about stupid shit like whether Susie came home with a popsicle stick picture frame or a macaroni necklace. I honestly think that if Susie came home and said that at 11:00 a.m. the counselors took turns beating her with a stick, her parents would yell at us, because the schedule clearly states that the beating should have been at 10:30 a.m., and with tire irons.
Drop-Off & Pick-Up
These same parents who bitch about the schedule seem to have a major problem sticking to it. It clearly states that drop-off is at 8:00 a.m. The kids usually get to play in the park for a while before we board the bus for camp, so it isn't a big deal if the parents come around 8:05 a.m. or so instead. The counselors are supposed to arrive at the Rec Center at 7:30 a.m., which gives us time to discuss the day's activities and make sure we have everything we need. We aren't expected to head over to the park until about 7:50 a.m. or so. And yet, every day when I pull into the Rec, there are already parents waiting at the park. One kid even got there as early as 7:15 a.m. once. Then when we get over to the park, the parents bitch about us being late. WE are not late. YOU are way too fucking early. I'm sorry if you are that eager to unload your brat on us, but we aren't quite as excited about it as you are.
As if the early drop-off isn't bad enough, these same parents who force their children on us 30 minutes before they are supposed to can't seem to work that same magic in the afternoon. Pick-up is supposed to be no later than 3:00 p.m. And yet every day at 3:08 p.m., there is always at least one kid sitting there waiting. How great is that for a child's self-esteem?
"I love you, but not enough to pick you up on time so you don't feel like a loser."
Also, some kids start worrying that something terrible has happened to their mom or dad. Then the parent shows up and says something like "Sorry, I was too busy scratching my ass to look at the clock."
There are also the ones that are just too damn lazy to even get out of the car. Some probably wouldn't even stop the car if they didn't have to sign the sign-out sheet.
"Okay Billy, Mommy has to get to Yoga class! Come jump in the window! No...run faster...no, I can't slow down...that's it...okay jump...ouch, that looks like it hurt...oh well I can't turn around. Just spend the night here. That way I don't have to drop you back off in the morning."
Idiots.
Stay tuned for my next post: "Lunches: And you wonder why your kid is fat."
The Schedule:
At the beginning of every session, we pass out a schedule that lists the activities we have planned for each day of the week, along with a rough estimate of what time each activity will occur. Most days we manage to stick pretty close to the schedule, but sometimes things happen that cause us to deviate slightly. Sometimes the weather is a factor, sometimes there are problems with the bus, or sometimes we were unable to obtain the materials needed for a given activity. Whenever this occurs, we always make do by substituting a different activity. The kids never seem to really notice when this happens, because most of them don't care what they do, as long as it isn't school.
The parents, on the other hand, have heart attacks when little Billy comes home and says that he ate popsicles that day instead of watermelon. Or that he played whiffle ball instead of Red Rover. Seriously, who gives a shit? Is little Billy's life forever altered because he didn't ingest those few chunks of watermelon? No. Now, I would understand if on the schedule it said "Nature Hike," but we ended up taking them to the adult bookstore instead, but there is no need to nitpick about stupid shit like whether Susie came home with a popsicle stick picture frame or a macaroni necklace. I honestly think that if Susie came home and said that at 11:00 a.m. the counselors took turns beating her with a stick, her parents would yell at us, because the schedule clearly states that the beating should have been at 10:30 a.m., and with tire irons.
Drop-Off & Pick-Up
These same parents who bitch about the schedule seem to have a major problem sticking to it. It clearly states that drop-off is at 8:00 a.m. The kids usually get to play in the park for a while before we board the bus for camp, so it isn't a big deal if the parents come around 8:05 a.m. or so instead. The counselors are supposed to arrive at the Rec Center at 7:30 a.m., which gives us time to discuss the day's activities and make sure we have everything we need. We aren't expected to head over to the park until about 7:50 a.m. or so. And yet, every day when I pull into the Rec, there are already parents waiting at the park. One kid even got there as early as 7:15 a.m. once. Then when we get over to the park, the parents bitch about us being late. WE are not late. YOU are way too fucking early. I'm sorry if you are that eager to unload your brat on us, but we aren't quite as excited about it as you are.
As if the early drop-off isn't bad enough, these same parents who force their children on us 30 minutes before they are supposed to can't seem to work that same magic in the afternoon. Pick-up is supposed to be no later than 3:00 p.m. And yet every day at 3:08 p.m., there is always at least one kid sitting there waiting. How great is that for a child's self-esteem?
"I love you, but not enough to pick you up on time so you don't feel like a loser."
Also, some kids start worrying that something terrible has happened to their mom or dad. Then the parent shows up and says something like "Sorry, I was too busy scratching my ass to look at the clock."
There are also the ones that are just too damn lazy to even get out of the car. Some probably wouldn't even stop the car if they didn't have to sign the sign-out sheet.
"Okay Billy, Mommy has to get to Yoga class! Come jump in the window! No...run faster...no, I can't slow down...that's it...okay jump...ouch, that looks like it hurt...oh well I can't turn around. Just spend the night here. That way I don't have to drop you back off in the morning."
Idiots.
Stay tuned for my next post: "Lunches: And you wonder why your kid is fat."
Saturday, May 27, 2006
Redneck Bullshit
This ties in with a post I made in my personal blog regarding bumper stickers. I'd like to hone in on a particular subset of stickers. I see them everywhere. Rebel this, Redneck that, Confederate blah blah. Let me reiterate what I've said before: heritage is one thing, but divisive bullshit is quite another.
I saw a sticker in a Georgia gas station that said "No Flag Had Better or Braver Soldiers" with a Confederate Stars and Bars flag to the left. Really? No flag? How about this one:
Another sticker said "If at first you don't secede, try try again." Let me lay it out for you: The South will NOT rise again. It never rose in the first place. Without the genius idea to go steal people from another continent to work for free on your farms, you wouldn't have enjoyed the economic success that you did. Mind you, if my employer stopped paying me, they would soon become the premier office supply store in the area. It's amazing what no labor costs do to gross margin.
Check out these gems.
So now the North was a terrorist force? This coming from the home land of a group that burns crosses in black people's yard for what purpose? They probably aren't inviting them outside for Jesus-infused wieners and smores.
Enough said.
If you can't read that, it says "I salute the Confederate Flag with Affection, Reverence, and Undying Devotion to the Cause for which it Stands." And what cause is that, pray tell? You should be more concerned with "I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same." That's what every naturalized citizen and soldier swears. If you were born here, chances are, you probably haven't heard it. Still applies to you though, assholes. "Rising again" would be an act of treason, as set forth in our Constitution. Let me paste the important part for you in case all the big words at the top confuse your simple Southern brain: "Article 3. Section 3. Treason against the United States, shall consist only in levying war against them, or in adhering to their enemies, giving them aid and comfort." Think it over, you stupid dickweeds.
There are plenty of other mind-boggling examples of what traitors these Confederate loyalists are. I did find one sticker that I agreed with.
I saw a sticker in a Georgia gas station that said "No Flag Had Better or Braver Soldiers" with a Confederate Stars and Bars flag to the left. Really? No flag? How about this one:
Another sticker said "If at first you don't secede, try try again." Let me lay it out for you: The South will NOT rise again. It never rose in the first place. Without the genius idea to go steal people from another continent to work for free on your farms, you wouldn't have enjoyed the economic success that you did. Mind you, if my employer stopped paying me, they would soon become the premier office supply store in the area. It's amazing what no labor costs do to gross margin.
Check out these gems.
So now the North was a terrorist force? This coming from the home land of a group that burns crosses in black people's yard for what purpose? They probably aren't inviting them outside for Jesus-infused wieners and smores.
Enough said.
If you can't read that, it says "I salute the Confederate Flag with Affection, Reverence, and Undying Devotion to the Cause for which it Stands." And what cause is that, pray tell? You should be more concerned with "I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same." That's what every naturalized citizen and soldier swears. If you were born here, chances are, you probably haven't heard it. Still applies to you though, assholes. "Rising again" would be an act of treason, as set forth in our Constitution. Let me paste the important part for you in case all the big words at the top confuse your simple Southern brain: "Article 3. Section 3. Treason against the United States, shall consist only in levying war against them, or in adhering to their enemies, giving them aid and comfort." Think it over, you stupid dickweeds.
There are plenty of other mind-boggling examples of what traitors these Confederate loyalists are. I did find one sticker that I agreed with.
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Doosh O'Nomix
If my teacher were Irish, that would be his name. Macroeconomics is going to suck hardcore this year on account of my teacher being a pompous jerk with no idea that he isn't funny.
He spent a whole fucking hour explaining the syllabus. That would be fine if there were any mind boggling parts to it that required more than a 3rd grade reading level and a reasonably moderate understanding of how one receives an education.
Before he started covering the syllabus, he defined economics as "the management of scarce resources." Remember this, it will come in handy later.
Turn off your cell phones because it's respectful of your classmates. Don't sleep, because it's respectful to me. Don't do sudoku puzzles, because blah blah blah. As we relearned the concepts of the 10 point grading scale, plagiarism, and extra credit, we neared a contradiction. My teacher probably hadn't thought it through, and he had no idea he was going to be called out on it. The long list of unexcused absence examples included the following note: "Claiming to be sick but 'unable to afford to go to the doctor' is not an acceptable excuse."
I raised my hand, and the dialogue proceeded as follows:
Me: Is this your attendance policy or the school's?
Douchewad: Mine.
Me: I just wanted to clarify something, my only two options are 'pay the doctor $55 for a note that says I have the sniffles' or 'come here sick'?
DW: Yes.
Me: My scarce monetary resources prohibit me from making such an unnecessary trip to the doctor when I can easily treat it with a day of rest or over the counter drugs. Am I supposed to come to class at the expense of disrespecting my classmates by exposing them to my illness?
DW: No one said life was full of easy choices.
Me: No, but in a class that began with a description of scarce resources, I would think you would be sympathetic given the exorbitant cost of health care. Even still, not every sickness that keeps one out of the classroom is serious enough to merit even a copay.
DW: Look, I'm sure you're a trustworthy guy, but that's my policy.
Let me break that last line down for you: I have no logic, ergo I'm ending the conversation.
Add this upfront faux pas to his over-animated hand gestures, wacky facial expressions, and witless attempts at humor, and you've got one long fucking semester looking at you. I mean me. Shit.
He spent a whole fucking hour explaining the syllabus. That would be fine if there were any mind boggling parts to it that required more than a 3rd grade reading level and a reasonably moderate understanding of how one receives an education.
Before he started covering the syllabus, he defined economics as "the management of scarce resources." Remember this, it will come in handy later.
Turn off your cell phones because it's respectful of your classmates. Don't sleep, because it's respectful to me. Don't do sudoku puzzles, because blah blah blah. As we relearned the concepts of the 10 point grading scale, plagiarism, and extra credit, we neared a contradiction. My teacher probably hadn't thought it through, and he had no idea he was going to be called out on it. The long list of unexcused absence examples included the following note: "Claiming to be sick but 'unable to afford to go to the doctor' is not an acceptable excuse."
I raised my hand, and the dialogue proceeded as follows:
Me: Is this your attendance policy or the school's?
Douchewad: Mine.
Me: I just wanted to clarify something, my only two options are 'pay the doctor $55 for a note that says I have the sniffles' or 'come here sick'?
DW: Yes.
Me: My scarce monetary resources prohibit me from making such an unnecessary trip to the doctor when I can easily treat it with a day of rest or over the counter drugs. Am I supposed to come to class at the expense of disrespecting my classmates by exposing them to my illness?
DW: No one said life was full of easy choices.
Me: No, but in a class that began with a description of scarce resources, I would think you would be sympathetic given the exorbitant cost of health care. Even still, not every sickness that keeps one out of the classroom is serious enough to merit even a copay.
DW: Look, I'm sure you're a trustworthy guy, but that's my policy.
Let me break that last line down for you: I have no logic, ergo I'm ending the conversation.
Add this upfront faux pas to his over-animated hand gestures, wacky facial expressions, and witless attempts at humor, and you've got one long fucking semester looking at you. I mean me. Shit.
Friday, May 19, 2006
Useless Website: Update
Original Post
I got a response today.
Well, Wes Malquist, that would have been a perfectly good solution had your website not prohibited me from doing anything WITHOUT a promo code.
I hate you and your shitty website. You also have a douchy name.
I got a response today.
Dear Corey,
Thank you for voicing your concerns. And thank you for doing so with such beautiful words! To answer your question, the promo code does not go into effect until the movie goes into theaters. Once the movie is in theaters you can use the promo code, but before that time you can actually leave the promo code blank and just type in your zip code to find participating theaters in your area. Sorry for any confusion. I hope that answers your question. We apologize for not being able to get back to you sooner. Have a great day!
Sincerely,
Wes Malquist
Well, Wes Malquist, that would have been a perfectly good solution had your website not prohibited me from doing anything WITHOUT a promo code.
I hate you and your shitty website. You also have a douchy name.
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
Pardon Me While I Panic
As most of you know, I am currently applying to grad school here at Auburn. It was a last-minute decision, but I have been getting the application taken care of as fast as I can. When I talked to my department's Graduate Program Officer, he told me that I'm "In the middle of the pack" as far as applicants go, and that I had an excellent shot of getting in. The deadline for application isn't until July 15.
This meeting took place about a week and a half ago.
Yesterday after submitting another piece of my application, I sent him and email to ask him a few questions. He responded with answers to my questions, along with the following sentence:
"You'll need to get the process completed as quickly as possible, you are already the last person to apply."
What the fuck?
First of all, of course I'm the last one to apply! I just sent the stuff in yesterday! Does this mean nobody else will apply in the next two months? Of course not, unless he is psychic. Why would he even say that to me? Is he trying to scare me into getting the application in on time? I was doing fine on my own, thanks.
Second, why would he tell me that if only a week ago I was "in the middle of the pack" and there are still two full months until the deadline? What kind of logic is that? Who the hell hired him?
At any rate, I will get my application in when I damn well please (which just happens to be today). I think my GPO is just bitter that he is being replaced in the fall.
This meeting took place about a week and a half ago.
Yesterday after submitting another piece of my application, I sent him and email to ask him a few questions. He responded with answers to my questions, along with the following sentence:
"You'll need to get the process completed as quickly as possible, you are already the last person to apply."
What the fuck?
First of all, of course I'm the last one to apply! I just sent the stuff in yesterday! Does this mean nobody else will apply in the next two months? Of course not, unless he is psychic. Why would he even say that to me? Is he trying to scare me into getting the application in on time? I was doing fine on my own, thanks.
Second, why would he tell me that if only a week ago I was "in the middle of the pack" and there are still two full months until the deadline? What kind of logic is that? Who the hell hired him?
At any rate, I will get my application in when I damn well please (which just happens to be today). I think my GPO is just bitter that he is being replaced in the fall.
Sunday, May 14, 2006
Useless Fucking Website
I open a couple of movies that my family bought, and there are coupons for free admission to The DaVinci Code. Fuck yeah! Before I got my hopes up too much, I decided to log on to the website and check to see if Auburn's theater was a "participating theater." I get to the website and it won't let me search for a nearby theater because the promotion is only valid from 05/18 to 06/30. Okay. Point taken. Now show me some fucking theaters!
I sent the website's proprietors a nice message via their internal feedback module.
I received a prompt auto-reply insuring their prompt attention to the matter at hand. "If you have any further questions please contact us by replying to this email or calling 877-796-0676."
You know. I just might.
I sent the website's proprietors a nice message via their internal feedback module.
Well I got your coupon in a couple of movies that I had bought. "Great!" I thought. "I'll log in and see if the theater here in town is one of the participating theaters." No, I won't. Why? Because you're website keeps reminding me that the promotion is only good between May 18th and June 30th. Thanks, assholes. I figured that since the fucking movie doesn't even come out until the 19th. I just figured, you know, maybe I'd check on the theater more than one day in advance. If I can drive a few miles to the next town over to a participating theater, I will, but I would like to make those plans a little in advance.
In short, thanks for nothing.
-Corey
I received a prompt auto-reply insuring their prompt attention to the matter at hand. "If you have any further questions please contact us by replying to this email or calling 877-796-0676."
You know. I just might.
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Fuck MySpace
MySpace sucks. Why? Because it is filled with creepy, illiterate and very juvenile assholes. MySpace is a great way for me to keep in touch with my friends who didn't go to college or don't have facebook, but I hate having to sift through all of the shit just to use the features that I enjoy.
Things I hate:
Background Music
It's too loud and it starts automatically. For a FireFox user like myself who may have more than one tab opened, this can be very annoying and in some cases scary.
Overly Customizable Profiles
Sure, change the font, some colors and maybe throw in a background image, but it is fucking ridiculous the color schemes and type faces some people use. Here's a hint: black text on a black background isn't easy to read. Neither is lime green text on a pink or yellow background.
P.S. Whoever came up with the brilliant idea for those goddamn sparkly gif images can choke on their own feces.
Profile Viewing By Anyone
I get random adds from some of the weirdest people. If I have any strong common interests with the person or feel that I can have intellectual discourse with the person, then I may consider adding them back. But when I get messages like "Hey. I think you are cute. Add me back?" This isn't a problem except that it's always from ugly fatties. Here's one I got today:
Bulletins
Just to top things off, I'm going to post a link to this as a bulletin on MySpace in hopes that some of these uneducated cretins will read this and realize thateveryone I think they are a vapid douchebag.
[edit]: Response from Tits McFatfuck
Things I hate:
Background Music
It's too loud and it starts automatically. For a FireFox user like myself who may have more than one tab opened, this can be very annoying and in some cases scary.
Overly Customizable Profiles
Sure, change the font, some colors and maybe throw in a background image, but it is fucking ridiculous the color schemes and type faces some people use. Here's a hint: black text on a black background isn't easy to read. Neither is lime green text on a pink or yellow background.
P.S. Whoever came up with the brilliant idea for those goddamn sparkly gif images can choke on their own feces.
Profile Viewing By Anyone
I get random adds from some of the weirdest people. If I have any strong common interests with the person or feel that I can have intellectual discourse with the person, then I may consider adding them back. But when I get messages like "Hey. I think you are cute. Add me back?" This isn't a problem except that it's always from ugly fatties. Here's one I got today:
Bulletins
- OMG Don't by gas tomorrow!! (Not a viable protest plan. You get an F for effort.)
- 450 Questions (I've been bored before, but some people make these things a habit.)
- New blog post (Don't care. If I wanted to read about your day, I would have subscribed to your blog.)
- New pictures (No one cares you conceited cunt.)
Then there are the ones with deceiving titles that always compel you to open them, only to realize that it's more of the same old horseshit. - Repost this and when you click post something cool will happen on your screen! I didn't believe it, but it worked! (If you clicked send and it worked, how were you able to tell us about it? Also, does no one have enough "common" sense about the internet to realize that this shit doesn't work. It hasn't since this shit cropped up in the late 90s.)
- If you love Jesus Christ, my personal lord and Savior, then repost this as "I love Jesus <3". Then watch your bulletins to see which of your friends aren't afraid to show their love for HIM. (There should be one more line that says 'Then judge them based on whether they repost it or not.' because that is really the intention.)
- For every person who reposts this bulletin, Microsoft and ExxonMobil will give $.01 to the American Society of Retarded Children of America Association. I don't know how this works, BUT IT DOES!!! (Stupid, stupid dumbasses.)
- Tom said the bills are getting too high and he wants to know who really uses this site, so if you don't repost this with the title "Tom is the man!" then your myspace will be deleted permanently! No joke! (Migraine....)
Just to top things off, I'm going to post a link to this as a bulletin on MySpace in hopes that some of these uneducated cretins will read this and realize that
[edit]: Response from Tits McFatfuck
Monday, May 01, 2006
Anonymous Commenting Cowards
This post shall be very short.
Anonymous comments are cowardly. If you are going to make accusations toward someone or pass judgments on their character, you WILL put your name to it. Especially in this blog, where we are all very open with our opinions. Just because the title has a wordy dird in it doesn't mean we don't have morals. That is just absurd.
Following someone around the internet and harassing them is creepy and probably considered stalking. If you have something against one of the posters in this blog, deal with it somewhere other than this blog. There will be no vendetta-based debate here. If you have something genuine to add to the conversation, you'll grow up and take accountability for your comments.
Solution: No more anonymous comments allowed!
Anonymous comments are cowardly. If you are going to make accusations toward someone or pass judgments on their character, you WILL put your name to it. Especially in this blog, where we are all very open with our opinions. Just because the title has a wordy dird in it doesn't mean we don't have morals. That is just absurd.
Following someone around the internet and harassing them is creepy and probably considered stalking. If you have something against one of the posters in this blog, deal with it somewhere other than this blog. There will be no vendetta-based debate here. If you have something genuine to add to the conversation, you'll grow up and take accountability for your comments.
Solution: No more anonymous comments allowed!
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