Thursday, December 23, 2010

I'll tell you all how the story ends

This is likely classified under 'being mean on the internet', but come on, now...who does this? Seriously?

[07:01 PM] brantlover35 Resident: do u need anything tattoos,land hoiuses ant thingy free come to me
[07:01 PM] Emilly Orr: I beg your pardon?
[07:02 PM] brantlover35 Resident: if u need anything frreee just asked me
[07:02 PM] Emilly Orr: Why in the world would I ask a random spammer for *anything* on the grid?
[07:02 PM] brantlover35 Resident: idk
[07:02 PM] Emilly Orr: Who *are* you? Other than new?
[07:03 PM] brantlover35 Resident: britty
[07:03 PM] Emilly Orr: British?
[07:03 PM] brantlover35 Resident: no...
[07:03 PM] Emilly Orr: Oh, so you're compounding the error by giving out your real name? Unwise. Also against ToS stipulations.
[07:04 PM] brantlover35 Resident: no my screen name is britty
[07:04 PM] Emilly Orr: I'm more curious in why you're IMing me out of the blue.
[07:04 PM] Emilly Orr: Obviously, you read nothing on my profile, so what made you think I would just be agonizing over the need for free things from you?
[07:05 PM] brantlover35 Resident: nvm
[07:05 PM] brantlover35 Resident: dont im back if u dont want the offer
[07:05 PM] Emilly Orr: It's 'you'. And I'm genuinely curious. Why did you think I'd be the most gullible mark for this?


She didn't answer. I suppose I wouldn't either, considering I came off all hostile and aggressive, but honestly, people! Second Life is not a spammer's paradise! We are not, overall, fond of ads, especially stupid ones. Plus? She cannot spell, and it may be an elitist twitch, but it's my elitist twitch. People who can't spell--or, in her case, likely don't even bother to try--get under my skin.

What a waste of pixels. Oh, sure, if I need freee houises, tattoos and land ants, I'll just run right over, "Britty". You just wait.

Moron.

You know what the worst of it is? I can't even ban her. I can mute her--which I've done--but I can't ban her from my parcels just to keep her far, far away, because "Resident" isn't officially her last name! Linden Labs, you are SO fail over this one!

Not only that, but is this what the Labs are sending onto the grid now? All of the 'fast easy fun' mechanics have given us...that? A nameless bimbo lacking even basic social graces who thinks the best way to get ahead on SL is to be the go-to pimp for FREEBIES?!?

I'm appalled. I'm shocked. And I really want to shove her into an avatar-shooting cannon along with a few nuclear warheads--back when they worked--and launch the whole lot over Linden land. Maybe the scattered shrapnel will give them a heads up that their way of 'streamlining' things has resulted in this pinnacle of idiocy.

*breathes* Maybe I need some hot cocoa. Y'all excuse me, I'm just going to nip off for a bit and calm down. I'm actually unnerving myself now with how enraged I am. Just let it go, Orr. It's not this big a deal. So there's stupid on the internet, this is not news.

*wanders off in search of the peppermint whipped cream*

^&^

(Later insert: Talked it over with an estate manager--not from Caledon or Winterfell, but the same principles apply--who asked me, "Did you have your estate tag on when you tried to ban her?"

(Which, of course, I didn't. Proving the adage that as anger goes up, intelligence goes down. I logged back in just a few minutes ago, switched to my Winterfell tag--and voila, "Britty" becomes the first person I've ever banned from my Winterfell land.)

2 comments:

Dio said...

*sighs*

it isn't easy being green.

I thought you were remarkably restrained.

Emilly Orr said...

It worried me, honestly. I haven't gotten *that* mad over SL things in a long time. And seriously--what am I getting mad over? Being advertised to unwillingly? That happens. Hells, that happens LOGGING IN, every time I get a little "Buy an Ozimals bunny now YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO" blurb across the screen.

Just...it irked me. It irked me deeply. 35 days old, and all she's learned is to IM random strangers and let them know she can get them any freebie they want, just you ask nice, sweet thing...Insanity.