Jun. 15th, 2003
...the ability to selectively choose to never, ever see certain userpics while I'm logged in.
You could grab the little tracking numbers, go to the "I never want to see this usericon again so long as you save my options" page, and enter it, and from then on, you will see a "Userpic blocked" small message instead of the inappropriate userpic.
I mean, I could do without "Voice of a angel" blinking at me, should that user decide to post a gabillion times in that community, and I could quite frankly do without that one Krang userpic of
melcocha's, and there are probably people who don't need to see my late purple vibrator shaking itself, even though the hidden joke is that those batteries in there are really Pikachu batteries.
Since LJ's thing is to provide a pretty cool service for everybody, and a really spiffy service for those who pay for it, free users would maybe only get to block three pictures, and paid, early adopter, and permanent would get to block more.
You could grab the little tracking numbers, go to the "I never want to see this usericon again so long as you save my options" page, and enter it, and from then on, you will see a "Userpic blocked" small message instead of the inappropriate userpic.
I mean, I could do without "Voice of a angel" blinking at me, should that user decide to post a gabillion times in that community, and I could quite frankly do without that one Krang userpic of
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Since LJ's thing is to provide a pretty cool service for everybody, and a really spiffy service for those who pay for it, free users would maybe only get to block three pictures, and paid, early adopter, and permanent would get to block more.
Gotta love having friends.
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It often comes out as sounding scolding, when she says things. But that's how they get through his head, sometimes...
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Huge book. He was immersed in it all morning.
Cats, ears
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I'm used to minor veterinary interventions from having a near-farm with chickens. I need to get another bottle of rubbing alcohol and some more cotton puffs, as this made us almost out. I swabbed some first aid cream on the drainage puncture and let him go. He's doing fine.
The things we crazy fangirls snark about
Jun. 15th, 2003 05:23 pmazurelunatic: Though Imperious for Imperius is my favorite bad fan spelling thing.
othercat: *smirks*
azurelunatic: Because it's an actual word, and it should make the person who it's cast on utter improbable and very haughty orders.
othercat: *snork*
azurelunatic : And with a higher probabilty of them being obeyed.
othercat: *smirks*
azurelunatic: So, if Lucius Malfoy were to cast Imperious on Harry in Voldemort's presence, Harry should order that Voldemort fetch him a fruity drink with an umbrella in it, and Voldemort should obey, and so should all the other Death Eaters be obeying Harry's every whim until Malfoy takes it off him.
othercat: Heheheheh
Do we not fill you with fear? This is the Satanic world of Dungeons and Dragons, people. Sheesh.
Howls of "I wanna be good" permeate the air.
He thinks he can get away with throwing a major bitchfit, yelling about "not fair" and "lying", and then emerge like nothing had happened three minutes later and go back to watching his mom play a computer game (the argument had been a small one with Marx, or should have been small, over a chair, where it had been Marx's computer chair that he'd taken over) like nothing had happened.
The "I WANNA BE GOOD!" howling ensued when he learned that for pitching the bitchfit, he would be remaining in his room for some chillout time.
Consequences.
You can say you're mad. You can cry and say you're mad. When your body decides to let loose with a payload of tears, there's not much you can do about it. You can, however, refrain from making an unholy fuss of it. You don't get to yell and scream and holler that someone is a liar and not fair when you know full well that you are capable of looking confused and sad and *saying* "I don't think that was fair" like a reasonable human being.
And, you know, when you act like a reasonable human being (like you do for me, little bird) you get treated like one.
He thinks he can get away with throwing a major bitchfit, yelling about "not fair" and "lying", and then emerge like nothing had happened three minutes later and go back to watching his mom play a computer game (the argument had been a small one with Marx, or should have been small, over a chair, where it had been Marx's computer chair that he'd taken over) like nothing had happened.
The "I WANNA BE GOOD!" howling ensued when he learned that for pitching the bitchfit, he would be remaining in his room for some chillout time.
Consequences.
You can say you're mad. You can cry and say you're mad. When your body decides to let loose with a payload of tears, there's not much you can do about it. You can, however, refrain from making an unholy fuss of it. You don't get to yell and scream and holler that someone is a liar and not fair when you know full well that you are capable of looking confused and sad and *saying* "I don't think that was fair" like a reasonable human being.
And, you know, when you act like a reasonable human being (like you do for me, little bird) you get treated like one.