Diplomats are not allowed to attend parties or any social function when a president dies, until the body is interred.
Wow. That's... a lot of respect to be paid.
I used to fill up postage paid envelopes for places I hated with scrap paper, paper clips, cat claw clippings - anything to weigh 'em down over the basic postage amount. Don't know that they actually had to pay it, but it made me feel better.
Yep, they had to pay it.
In the book titled Sabotage which was filled with Tales of Work Place Mischief, there was one guy who worked as a temp at a place like Rev. Phelps organization and he just fed all the letters with checks in them through the shredder.
I worked as a temp for an insurance lobbyist. I quit after three days, because I just felt dirty. They weren't evil enough to sabotage. The people were perfectly lovely; everything they were doing was legal and even ethical, I suppose. I didn't like feeling dirty at the end of the day.
Yep, they had to pay it.
Heh.
Except that in this case it seems more likely to push up their Google rankings than to crash their server.
Clicking on an existing link wouldn't increase their Google ranking, nor would just sticking the URL in your browser. (Also, the link to it here won't affect anything, as Google does not scan b.org threads.)
Of Course, no plans.
Haven't had fun on NYE for a very long time.
I hate Fred Phelps, but messing with his site requires going to his site...ew!
Of Course, no plans. Haven't had fun on NYE for a very long time.
Which prompts today's question:
When was the last time you had fun on New Year's Eve?
Met my first love on NYE, actually. I'm surprised Auld Lang Syne doesn't get me hot.(It doesn't, before that rumor gets started, but...)
I thought that would make New year's Special Forever, but, nsm.
Last year! I think it was last year.... I (along with a couple of other people) threw a party at a karaoke place. SO FUN. Nothing I like more than karaoke, unless it's karaoke with many good friends around.
Dear The People Who Stand Directly In Front Of A Revolving Door, Thus Preventing Anyone Currently
In
The Revolving Door From Exiting,
Look, jackhole, it's not astrophysics. Move to the side. MOVE TO THE SIDE.
Trapped In A Cylinder,
shrift
Clicking on an existing link wouldn't increase their Google ranking, nor would just sticking the URL in your browser.
Fair point that I hadn't thought of. But my browser would know I'd been there, and I'd know I'd been there.