Suzi, think of adorable dogs in DC.
Somebody called me Bartleby not too long ago.
I don't corner the market on adorable dogs in this part of the world, but I have my share.
Sooooo. The wingnut escalated today to the degree that I know have a defamation suit on my hands.
Really, dude? This is your sole focus in life?
It really didn't bother me when he was just insulting and threatening me. Now he's expanding to people I work with. In particular, the company I just quit and the blog I write for someone else. Oy.
Sooooo. The wingnut escalated today to the degree that I know have a defamation suit on my hands. Really, dude? This is your sole focus in life?
Man, the hill some people choose to die on is WEIRD. Unless you, I don't know, launched my dog into space or something, I think I'd express my displeasure with [whatever] and then move on. He has too much free time. But I'm sorry you're having to deal with all this. Bah.
OK, so, that online proctoring system for my online class? The way it works, the student signs on, and that turns on their webcam and connects their system to the proctoring system, and the proctor can watch through the webcam and see the student's computer screen. I got three "red flag" notices from the system. Two of them were students who failed part of the identification process, but I looked, and they passed the other parts, and I think it's OK. (They have to hold up an ID to the camera so the proctor can compare their name and photo, and there's a biometric typing pattern thing, and they've got to answer a security question that they picked when they signed up. These two both failed the security question but passed everything else.)
The third one, though. The proctor said that he had something written on his hands. I looked at the screenshots, and he clearly did. The reason the proctor was able to notice it? While the student was taking the exam, he got frustrated with something and rested his forehead on his hand, thus putting his hand (the one with the writing) directly in front of the camera on his computer.
Man, the hill some people choose to die on is WEIRD. Unless you, I don't know, launched my dog into space or something, I think I'd express my displeasure with [whatever] and then move on. He has too much free time. But I'm sorry you're having to deal with all this. Bah.
Right?
The thing is, his partner seemed perfectly happy with the service and paid me, no problem. An entire month later this guy goes on the rampage. What the what?
I feel kind of sorry for him because I imagine there is something else much worse going on in his life, but this is ridiculous.
Get thee to Natter to run it out!
Ahahahaha, Zen hit the number dead on, but msbelle slid in for the finish. Good work, ladies!
Oh, good, I was afraid I'd accidentally spoiled msbelle's triumphant finish!
Bee, I am shaking my head over the wingnut. I know you don't need this drain on your energy, but I won't be sad to see you grind his case against into hamburger.
Honestly, I am wishing I had a sedative. My guts are grinding...that is for sure.
I actually feel sorry for this man, but not enough to give into his tantrum.
