Okay, lets call a spade a spade, here. All this talk of community, of goodwill, cant we all just get along, were a band of brothers, its us against the world. What a crock a shit
Lets face it most of the people that write in here are complete and total losers who, if it werent for this site wouldnt be talking to anybody at all, aside from walking down the street mumbling to their shoes. I doubt that ¾ of the people here have any semblance of a life or ever had any kind of a meaningful relationship, that didnt involve Brittany Spears or Sally Mann pictures. They dont have a friend in the world so they clutch onto internet websites desperate to find a friend to chat with, hoping against hope that maybe a girl will log on so they can sweep her off her chair and perhaps meet at some bus terminal in Pheonix. Please God, make it a different crack whore than last time. Shit at this point theyd probably settle for a crossdressing pre-op with fake tits.
I venture to guess that most are dropouts out of some obscure engineering school, probably expelled for spending too much time on Ted Kazinskys bomb making 101 website and deemed to be too high a risk for the community college that they barely made it into.
They probably still live in their parents basement and have mom cooking for them and doing their laundry, conning the old nit-wit into believing that they are still trying to find themselves. Their online porn bill has already maxxed out moms credit cards and damaged her credit so badly that theyve cancelled her account on the Home Shopping Network Club. Just last week the 700 Club sent around a collector to get her weekly tythe, that she stupidly promised when the TV went on the fritz last summer.
Then there are the women. Pathetically desperate creatures, craving a man so badly that they joined a site full of engineers, just to maybe find one that can soup up her vibrator, because the max speed, just doesnt get it done anymore. So she goes out and invests in a well used 35mm with a 300mm lens and stares vacant eyed at it all day fantasizing about what will never be. She spends her nights batting her fake eyelashes at the computer screen in the futile hope that at least maybe one of the retired guys, with 4 ex-wives left in the dust, might take a liking to her dumb blonde questions. Maybe they could hook up at one of the regional loser parties and tell each other lies about themselves. Good luck.
On top of that, there are very few people who write in here that actually make any sense what so ever, and if it werent for spellcheck would be deemed functionally illiterate. Probably the only person that has half a clue is bjork, and who the hell knows what he is saying most of the time. Its like a G version of Tourettes Syndrome, but at least he includes pictures.
Speaking of pictures the gallery is another joke. People sending substandard pictures, and one desperate soul after another, commenting on how deep and wonderfully executed the pictures were and that person being so eternally grateful that anybody acknowledged them, that they say the same thing about the other persons mundane and socially irrelevant work. It makes me want to puke. I sometimes doubt if most of the people here even own their own cameras. Probably stole it from their alcoholic stupored step- father who spends his days on the couch eating garbage out of plastic bags and farting incessently cause he needs his space. He, being an old portrait photographer who loved kids so much that he spent 10 years in prison, and has the dubious distinction of having his portrait displayed on every lamp post in the neighborhood.
Lets not talk politics, lets not talk religion, what if someone gets hurt feeling, maybe theyll lock themselves in their room and never come out again. Big loss. Maybe theyll overdose on Rodinal and turn themselves into one giant contact print on the floor of their squalor filled hovel, until Jesus comes down to claim them, and take them to the big darkroom in the sky. Yeah right, when chickens fly out my ass.
They are too stupid to know that everything is politics and that
..WHAT? IM ON THE INTERNET.
Shit, I cant hear a thing. TURN THE DAMN DRYER OFF. Stupid bitch.
IM ON THE COMPUTER.
OK. ILL BE UP IN A MINUTE. Probably ****ing macaroni and cheese again. Why do I bother.