St Benjamin

Today marked the Feast of St Benjamin.

(There's no pictures of him, he died 1583 years ago, so enjoy the $25 medallion)
St Benjamin was a deacon in Persia in the 420's. The Christians in Persia were living contentedly, but then this Zealotic asshole Abdas got it into his head to burn down "The Temple of Fire". Just because it's ironic doesn't mean it's a good idea. So, the King at the time, Isdegerd, and quite fairly too, said that if Abdas didn't rebuild the Temple of Fire, then he would destroy all the Christian churches. Abdas, being the prick that he was, didn't rebuild the Temple, so Isdegerd destroyed the churches, killed Abdas, and got it into his head that all the Christians must suck, so he persecuted them for 40 or so years.

This is where Benny Boy (he probably hated that name as much as I do) St Benjamin comes in. As I said, he was a deacon, and he was imprisoned for a year. An ambassador from Istanbul Constantinople (not Istanbul) managed to free him, on the condition that he'd stop talking about Christianity. Benjamin, unfortunately, decided that it was his duty to preach the word of God, so he went back into the torture chambers, and was subject to many dreadful punishments for the next 3 or so years, at which point he died.

So, naturally, the Christian church sanctified him for dieing to further their cause, and now he's a martyr. And today, nobody but me celebrates March 31st as the Feast of St Benjamin. You can be sure I'll use it as an excuse to get out of work, though.
Ben

Internet Advertising

Or, "Google Part 3"
I submit to you, my loyal readers, that Internet Advertising has gone to the crapper.
I was on DotAPortal today, 5 minutes ago in fact, when I saw this ad:

I was kind enough to re-host it, that way I didn't need to click it.
Interestingly enough, it doesn't matter whether I click it or not, because it was downloaded to my computer, and hence paid for it. :(
Don't worry, you're only stealing my Photobucket Bandwidth when you see this version.

Anyways, this brings me to my next point:
Why on earth would someone looking at a video game website want to know whether the devil is truely the enemy of mankind?
I investigated ucg.org.au (United Church of God - Australia, if you were wondering), and found that it's a piece of crap.
Would Jesus Christ celebrate Easter?
No. Jesus Christ would not celebrate Easter. As far as my understanding of it goes, Easter is the feast of Jesus' martyrdom. So, no. He's dead, he can't.
There's a Saint Benjamin, you know. His feast is the 31st of March. That's another story, though.

Google, I really have to question the way in which you post your ads. Seriously. When I'm learning strategies for this game, I don't want to be bothered by cruddy messages of Satan and God. I would accept "buying gold for WoW, l0l" but not "Omg, Satan is liek, ev1l, l0l".
MUST TRY HARDER!

Enjoy, free Satan Display Picture!
Ben

Solitary Shell

He seemed no different from the rest
Just a healthy normal boy
His mama always did her best
And he was daddy's pride and joy

He learned to walk and talk on time
But never cared much to be held
and steadily he would decline
Into his solitary shell

As a boy he was considered somewhat odd
Kept to himself most of the time
He would daydream in and out of his own world
but in every other way he was fine

He's a Monday morning lunatic
Disturbed from time to time
Lost within himself
In his solitary shell

A temporary catatonic
Madman on occasion
When will he break out
Of his solitary shell

He struggled to get through his day
He was helplessly behind
He poured himself onto the page
Writing for hours at a time

As a man he was a danger to himself
Fearful and sad most of the time
He was drifting in and out of sanity
But in every other way he was fine

He's a Monday morning lunatic
Disturbed from time to time
Lost within himself
In his solitary shell

A momentary maniac
With casual delusions
When will he be let out
Of his solitary shell
Ben

Seth Shedlock

Here we go, ladies and gentlemen. The fruit of my labors of the past half hour. This is a work in progress, but either way, enjoy.

Dr: Welcome, Seth. Why don’t you tell me why you’re here.

Seth: You’re the doctor, *reads nameplate*, Clayton. You tell me.

Dr: Seth, I can see from your frosty façade that you don’t want to be here. In my opinion, you place far too much value on your own opinion. In short, you have grown accustomed to only listening to yourself.

Seth: Well, Clayton, that’s an ok way to look at me.

Dr: Why don’t you start by telling me about yourself.

Seth: You’ve got my file right there, Clayton—

Dr: Normally, my clients call me Dr Bruen.

Seth: As I was saying, Clayton, you have my file in front of you. You tell me about myself.

Dr: Ok, Seth. I’ll indulge you. The file says that you’re 16, born on 21^st of April, 1990, to Kimberly and Scotty Shedlock of Greenwick.

Seth: Correct.

Dr: It goes on to say that you’ve been at 9 different schools in the past 3 years, you make very few lasting friends, and no teacher in the state wants to teach you!

Seth: You’d never guess that I’m such a nice person.

Dr: Seth, why do you feel that all these things occur?

Seth: Do you want me to tell you the truth, or the answer you want to hear?

Dr: Preferably the truth, but I’m sure the latter would be more entertaining for you.

Seth: I’d definitely say that all these things occur because I’m so darned smart that no-one can match my insurmountable intellect. I’d go on to say that each of those 9 schools were as boring as the last, the people my age are not nearly smart enough to talk to me on an intellectual level, and that the teachers were no better.

Dr: Was that as entertaining as you thought it would be?

Seth: Wouldn’t you like to know.

Ben

So little to do, and so much time to do it.

I've made at least 3 new MSN DPs today. 3. That's sad. A clear indication of how much spare time I have on my hands. I should write something, so here I am.
I've had this idea buzzing 'round my head for a couple of weeks now, about an incredibly intelligent dude who goes to see a psychologist, and the trials and tribulations that they face getting anything out of him. I suppose it's kinda like Artemis Fowl, but I really hope to not include anything about faries.

Or, if that fails, I could just sit here looking at the screen until something interesting happens.

Or I could go to bed.
Ben

Debate #1

Lets just start by summarising everything I'm gonna say in this post:
WE WON
Good. Done. If you're looking for a quick update, there it is.
Moving on.
We got there early, the guys we were against (King Khaled/Australian International Academy) were late.
The debate's topic was

That Australia should aim for zero population growth.

We were Affirmative.
Irene got up, spoke really, really well (especially considering it was her first time) and generally kicked the collective asses of the Negative team.
Then they started. My interest level went down like a Led Zeppelin.
I got up, spoke (very well ;)) pwned all their points (including that if there were more people in the country, we'd use the same amount of resources that we do now, and that aiming for Zero Population Growth is the same as ethnically clensing most of Europe).
They got up again, didn't say anything, they sat down.
Josh got up. Spanked the rest of their arguements to the ground (including another reference to Nazism), pwned everything up. Pity he was 14 seconds under time, oh well.
Their 3rd speaker got up. Even though she didn't say anything, she was still the best speaker they had.
Adjudicator took her sweet time to tell us what the result was.
Apparrently, we all rocked, but the Affirmative team rocked even harder, so we won. Oh, and I got best speaker. ^(^.^)^
I guess that's everything I needed to say... We rock! Woo!
Ben

>.<

I don't like emoticons like that. They're really weird. Seriously, what on earth is T_T, or ^_^. Eyes don't go like that. >.

Also, isn't it slightly hypocritical that the school removes chips from the canteen on a "healthy eating" basis, yet is currently forcing many students to sell chocolates? I'm pretty sure that $2 of chips is more healthy (in comparison) than $3 of chocolate eggs.

I said that, pretty much, yesterday in Chemistry. So, she ripped me a new one.
Enjoy:

i am sick and bloody tired of people attacking the SRC. i do so much stuff for this school, i've only gone home once in my frees, and i have 15 per fortnight. i do SO MUCH stuff for this bloody school, and i am sick and tired of people like you who do nothing for the school attacking me about it. what do YOU do for the school, ben?

Presumably because she's on the SRC, and it looked like a personal attack on her. So I was in a horrible mood for most of last night. Then today, she had another go at me. >.<
She said pretty much the same thing, so I'm not gonna bother to say what she said.
These god damn >.<'s are fucking with the HTML on the page.

I just don't see how it's fair, that I raise an opinion, and get so unfairly attacked about it. Of course Rebecca's allowed her opinion, so am I. She's not allowed, however, to force her opinion on me! Rawr!
Ben

Purge Writing 4: This time, it's not Purge Writing 3

It's midnight. I don't have any homework (OK, I do. I'm a horrid, horrid liar), and I've just come out of a horrendously bad DotA game. What do I do? I get this evil feeling, the feeling that I know so well, the feeling to write something.
There's a lot that I could write about, as I haven't "purged" since January, but I don't know what to write about. I have so much to write about I don't know where to begin. I could write about how different Year 11 is compared to Year 10, I could write about the massively increased amounts of pressure I'm under because of Year 11, I could write about how freakin pissed off I get after a horrendously bad DotA game... Or I could do all of that!

Time of start: 12:01 am.
Estimated time of finish: 12:30
GO! I'm late!
Year 11 compared to Year 10. In Year 10, I couldn't go home at lunch times 2/5 days a week. I couldn't go to the library during normal periods. I couldn't not buy chips at the canteen... That's another story, however. But, I've got 27 minutes to fill, so I might as well. Freakin' Rebecca's mother persuaded the school to remove all unhealthy products from the canteen. This was in about term 3. Chips were gone for a few days, then came back. All was good. However, as soon as we came back this year, BAM! No chips. I was heart broken. Gabby was worse, she threw her shoe at Josh. Tee hee.

What the school doesn't realise is, they're under no obligation to make sure we're eating right. They shouldn't have to care. They are there to teach us stuff, not make sure we're not fat. Schools should be more like universities: If someone fucks up, send them to the police and screw this "suspension" crap. "You broke this dude's nose. You can't come to school for a week." "Um, bonus?" In the same manner, we are at high school, and hence old enough to make intelligent choices about what we eat. I know that I'm not exactly the best person to be saying this, seeing as how I'm very biased towards the chip-camp, and don't eat too many other foods anyway, but it's true. If students can't be trusted to make intelligent choices, then they shouldn't be in school. Rawr.

What the school also fails to realise is that with every bucket of chips not sold, that's $2 that could be going towards the new air-conditioners for the library. Last year, I would bet massive amounts of money that the Canteen raised enough money to pay for 10 air conditioners from chips alone. Now, food purchases have plummeted. It's not good. Also, isn't it slightly hypocritical that the school removes chips from the canteen on a "healthy eating" basis, yet is currently forcing many students to sell chocolates? I'm pretty sure that $2 of chips is more healthy (in comparison) than $3 of chocolate eggs. School:0, Ben:211.

What else did I have to talk about... Oh yeah. Pressure.
Since we're in "VCE" now, we have assloads more homework to do. ASSLOADS, I tell you. Teachers must be thinking "omg, they're doing year 11, they should have no social life, no free time, and OH MY GOD! THAT TEENAGER IS STARING AT A TELEVISION! AAH!!" And we're expected to do it all, otherwise we fail. Ooooh. And of course, if we were to fail our VCE, then we'll fail at life, we'll never get a job, and we'll become impotent, impoverished hobo's with no family (they desert you if you don't get a good ENTER score), no friends (ditto) and old, ratty shoes for gloves. Just like the school's been drumming into our brains for the past 4 years. To paraphrase Rebecca: "I get it! I'm fat and ugly, Evan! Stop telling me If we don't do well at VCE, we fail at life. Except for all the alternate paths we can take to become successful, such as TAFE, or an Apprenticeship, etc." Those don't matter at all. Nope, if you can't get 99.95% on your ENTER score, then you are a horrible person. Don't look at me like that, you know it's true. It's what our teachers have been telling us for the past 4 years! Yeesh. No need to get angry with me.

So, where was I? Oh yeah, pressure. Clearly we're under a lot more pressure, because of the increased workload, because we have to do more otherwise our brains will turn into no more than a sluggish pile of grey goop. Bleckh.

Re DotA: I played a game of DotA tonight, after much prodding from Josh. I left my comfortable position trying to break my way through "The Impossible Quiz" (60% or so, go me), to play a game with him. Aren't I kind. We got pummeled.

It's not so much that we got pummeled Again, I lie. I was severly pissed off that we got pummeled. I know I can play better than I did, and I screwed up. Mainly because I was asked to play as someone I had no experience with, most of our team was horrible, and most of their team was good. Grrr. *pauses timer, 12:19*

*Resumes timer 12:20*

Psshaw, enough about DotA. I can't be bothered going into what pisses me off about a computer game right now. What I will spend the next 10 minutes writing about, however, is exclusion.
*que sob story* In primary school, I was the biggest nerd you could find. It's true, I readily admit it. No one else gets to, that's just how logic works. As such, and as all nerdy children are told, the other chilluns got jealous of my intelligence sick of my smart-assness, and decided to exclude me from their games. Of course, I tried to strategically place myself into their little games, and sometimes it worked, most times it didn't. Primary school wasn't that much fun to start with, so I threw myself into my work. The fact that I was doing Grade 2 stuff in Prep didn't seem to help my social standing. The interesting thing is, there was a large amount of smart kids at my school. They all just happened to be a lot sportier than I was. So, they kept excluding me, I kept throwing myself at my work, eventually I found a bunch of people who thought similarally to me, and friendships were forged. Woo.

The point I'm trying to illustrate by sharing this pathetic story with you is that I do not approve of excluding people. I've been there, it's not fun. I've probably excluded people too, though. Damn I'm a hypocrite. Still. Exclusion is not fun, so I'm making a pledge to try and include people more. It probably will fall through within a couple of days, like most of my after-midnight ideas, but there you go. The thought was there.

I tried to edit the blog's layout today. Didn't work too well... I can't change the background to what it's supposed to be, and the CSS is not being nice to me, but I'll take another crack at it when I'm done here (3 minutes). Plans for layout:

• Restore background and sidebar images.
• Make banner and link to me buttons.
• Make the page look more prettyful in general.
• Kill that freakin' dots template. Damn it pisses me off.

So, there's my glorious plan. Good luck to me. *hears noise* What's that? Ben's just waffling to fill up time? Huh? How could you say that? I'm terribly insulted. It's quite rude. Besides, most of this post is waffle anyway. Improvisation. That's a skill I really need to work on, because I have a debate in 3-4 days. Eeep. Oh, hey. Look at that. Time's up!

End time: 12:30
Good hustle, people, now hit the showers.
Ben

Myspace 3: Son of Myspace.

Freakin' "Ronando" wouldn't take the freakin' bait.
So, I couldn't freakin' lace into him like I freakin' wanted to. Freakin' hell.
I can't even freakin' find the freakin' picture I freakin' wanted to plug into this post. Freakin' hell. Rawr.
Ben

Multi Convos 2: Son of Multi Convos

ARGH!
Sporked again.

As you can see, I did a rather poor job at blurring this one. I accidentally left the "Writing" section in there. Whoops. Oh well. Rawr!
Out of the 14 in this convo, I knew 4 (including me).

GRRR!!!!
Sporked again, by the same dude, presumably into the same multi convo. I snapped this screeny, then bailed ASAP.
Out of the 11 in this convo, I knew 2 (including me). Clearly I did a better job of editing this one :D

I got sporked into another one before these two as well, but it was so laggy my MSN crashed before I could get a screenshot. Lame.
Ben

Myspace, you suck ass, 2

Ok, so you've all read my first bitch fest about Myspace. It was fun writing that, because I was severely pissed off at those guys over there. Today, however, they had the gall to send me this:

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Thursday, 15 March 2007 7:10:24 PM

Ronando at MySpace (03.gs9slrk_7.nth|_|.j7t2n4sxjt@message.myspace.com)

Reply-To:

03.gs9slrk_7.nth|_|.j7t2n4sxjt@message.myspace.com

To:

neb_thims@hotmail.com

Subject:

Ronando invites you to MySpace

Ronando is a member of MySpace and is inviting you to join.

Ronando says:

Here's my shitbox of a myspace, enjoy!

Join MySpace and you will instantly be connected to Ronando, and to each of Ronando's friends.

Click Here to Join:
http://www1.myspace.com/reloc.cfm?c=2&id=2E90C726-08F7-4485-82A2-20E05871E92C

What is MySpace?
======================
MySpace is an online community that lets you meet your friends' friends.

* Create a Custom Profile
* Upload & Share Photos
* Send Mail and IM's
* Write Blogs & Comments
* Discover new Music, Filmmakers, and Comedians
* Watch and share Funny Videos
* It's FREE!


Who Uses MySpace?
=======================
MySpace is for everyone:

* Friends who want to talk Online
* Bands that want to share their music
* Filmmakers that want to reach their fans
* Families who want to keep in touch
* Professionals interested in networking
* Classmates and study partners
* Anyone looking for long lost friends!

What Do I Do?
======================
1. Click the Link In This E-mail
2. Create Your Profile
3. Start Communicating with Your Friend and Your Friend's Friends
4. Invite Your Friends to Join!

Click Here to Learn More:
http://www1.myspace.com/reloc.cfm?c=2&id=2E90C726-08F7-4485-82A2-20E05871E92C

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First off: I do not like Myspace. If being BZORP'd wasn't enough for you Myspace n00bs, I have no idea what is.

There it is again, in all its glory. BZORP-age is pretty uncommon, and I normally reserve it for people like "Ronando" (who'll be getting a taste of BZORP-age soon, stay tuned). Rawr.

So, after getting myself blocked from recieving emails from Myspace, I now shall lace into them further.
I quote, from their email:

* Friends who want to talk Online
* Bands that want to share their music
* Filmmakers that want to reach their fans
* Families who want to keep in touch
* Professionals interested in networking
* Classmates and study partners
* Anyone looking for long lost friends!

I have MSN to talk to my friends Online.
I'm not a filmmaker.
I'm not in a band.
I actually talk to my family *gasp*
I'm not a professional, but if I was, I'd use MSN.
I would use MSN to talk to my "classmates and study partners", if I felt like it.
I'm not looking for long lost friends. Odds are, if I lost them... I don't want to find them.

Got anything else, Myspace? No? Good.

I Hereby Refute the Evil Demon Myspace, and all it's Demonic Practices.

MYSPACE IS THE ANTI-CHRIST!
Ben

Space-Dye Vest

From Awake, by Dream Theater

Falling through pages of martens on angels
Feeling my heart pull west
I saw the future dressed as a stranger
Love in a space-dye vest

Love is an act of blood and Im bleeding
A pool in the shape of a heart
Beauty projection in the reflection
Always the worst way to start

But hes the sort who cant know
Anyone intimately, least of all a
Woman. he doesnt know what a woman
Is. he wants you for a possession,
Something to look at like a painting or an ivory box.
Something to own and to display. he doesnt want you to be real,
Or to think or to live. he doesnt love you, but I love you.
I want you to have your own thoughts and ideas and feelings, even when
I hold you in my arms. its our last chance... its our last chance...

Now that youre gone Im trying to take it
Learning to swallow the rage
Found a new girl I think we can make it
As long as she stays on the page

This is not how I want it to end
And Ill never be open again

...i was gonna move out...ummm...get,
Get a job, get my own place, ummm,
But... I go into the mall where i
Want to work and they tell me, im,
I was too young...

Some people, gave advice before,
About facing the facts, about
Facing reality. and this is, this
Without a doubt, is his biggest
Challenge ever. hes going to have to face it.
Youre gonna have to try, hes gonna to have to try and,
Uh, and, and, and get some help here. I mean no one can
Say they know how he feels.

That, so they say that, in ya know
Like, houston or something, youd
Say its a hundred and eighty degrees,
But its a dry heat
. in houston they say that?
Oh, maybe not. Im all mixed up.
Dry until they hit the swimming pool.

...i get up with the sun... listen.
You have your own room to sleep in,
I dont care what you do. I dont
Care when. that door gets locked,
That door gets locked at night by nine oclock.
If youre not in this house by nine oclock, then youd better find some
Place to sleep. because youre not going to be a bum in this house.
Supper is ready...

Theres no one to take my blame
If they wanted to
Theres nothing to keep me sane
And its all the same to you
Theres nowhere to set my aim
So Im everywhere
Never come near me again
Do you really think I need you

Ill never be open again, I could never be open again.
Ill never be open again, I could never be open again.

And Ill smile and Ill learn to pretend
And Ill never be open again
And Ill have no more dreams to defend
And Ill never be open again
Ben

TAKE THE POWER BACK!

Bring that shit in! Uggh!

Yeah, the movement's in motion with mass militant poetry
Now check this out...uggh!

In the right light, study becomes insight
But the system that dissed us
Teaches us to read and right

So called facts are fraud
They want us to allege and pledge
And bow down to their God
Lost the culture, the culture lost
Spun our minds and through time
Ignorance has taken over
Yo, we gotta take the power back!
Bam! Here's the plan
Motherfuck Uncle Sam
Step back, I know who I am
Raise up your ear, I'll drop the style and clear
It's the beats and the lyrics they fear
The rage is relentless
We need a movement with a quickness
You are the witness of change
And to counteract
We gotta take the power back

Yeah, we gotta take the power back
Come on, come on!
We gotta take the power back

The present curriculum
I put my fist in 'em
Eurocentric every last one of 'em
See right through the red, white and blue disguise
With lecture I puncture the structure of lies
Installed in our minds and attempting
To hold us back
We've got to take it back
Holes in our spirit causin' tears and fears
One-sided stories for years and years and years
I'm inferior? Who's inferior?
Yeah, we need to check the interior
Of the system that cares about only one culture
And that is why
We gotta take the power back
Yeah, we gotta take the power back
Come on, come on!
We gotta take the power back

Hey yo check, we're gonna have to break it, break it,
break it down
Awww shit!

Uggh!

And like this...uggh!

Come on, yeah! Bring it back the other way!

The teacher stands in front of the class
But the lesson plan he can't recall
The student's eyes don't perceive the lies
Bouning off every fucking wall
His composure is well kept
I guess he fears playing the fool
The complacent students sit and listen to some of that
Bullshit that he learned in school

Europe ain't my rope to swing on
Can't learn a thing from it
Yet we hang from it
Gotta get it, gotta get it together then
Like the motherfuckin' weathermen
To expose and close the doors on those who try
To strangle and mangle the truth
'Cause the circle of hatred continues unless we react
We gotta take the power back

Yeah, we gotta take the power back
Come on, come on!
We gotta take the power back

No more lies
No more lies
No more lies
No more lies
No more lies
No more lies
No more lies
No more lies

Uggh!

Yeah!

Take it back y'all
Take it back, a-take it back
A-take it back y'all, come on!
Take it back y'all
Take it back, a-take it back
A-take it back y'all, come on!

Uggh!

Yeah!
Ben

Myspace, you suck ass.

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What
A
Fucking
Waste
Of
My
Time.

Bender doesn't have a Myspace page. John DiMaggio doesn't have a Myspace page. Myspace is for people with no life, and no computing skills to back it up. Bender is a (fictional) robot. He speaks Binary. He has computer skills. John DiMaggio is famous. He has a life. Therefore, neither of them have a Myspace page.
Yet somehow, "Bender" has managed to get 408 "friends". Myspace, the land of the pedophile and the spammer, the phisher and the virus-stick maker.

BZORP! Au Revior, Myspace. You just got BZORP'd.
Ben

Best Imitation of Myself

I feel like a quote out of context
Witholding the rest
So I can be for you what you want to see
I got the gestures and sounds
Got the timing down
Its uncanny, yeah
You'd think it was me
Do you think I should take a class
To lose my southern accent?
Did I make me up
Or make the face 'til it stuck?
I do the best imitation of myself.

The problem with you speech
You gave me was fine
I liked the theories about
My little stage
And I swore I was listening
But I started drifting
Around the part about me
Acting my age
And now if its all the same
I've people to entertain
I juggle one handed
Do some magic tricks and
The best imitation of myself

Maybe I'm thinking
Myself in a hole
Wondering who I am
When I ought to know
Straighten up now
Time to go
Fool somebody else
Fool somebody else

Last night I was
East with them
And west within
Trying to be for you
What you want to see
But I can't help it
With you the good and bad
Comes through
Dont want you hanging out
With no one but me
Now if it's all the same
It comes from the same place
And if my mind's somewhere else
You wont be able to tell
I do the best imitation of myself
Yes its uncanny to see
You'd really think it was me
The best imtitation of myself
Do the best imitation of myself
Ben

Multi Convos

Like Maths, MSN is a wonderful thing. It's allowed me to pester my friends every night (on and off) for the last 5 years.
There are some aspects of MSN I don't like, though. For example, the Advertisements. The amount of money Microsoft seems to make out of them. The "integration" with Internet Exploder. Most of all, however, it's the multiconvo.
You know what I'm talking about. You sign in, instantly, your connection lags. You've been sporked into a conversation between yourself, one of your well-meaning contacts, and about a billion others.
Here's an artists rendition of one, to give you an idea of the chaos. The names have been blurred to protect the guilty:

God damn do I hate multiconvos. They achieve nothing, especially if you don't know more than 75% of the people in the convo. This one I got sporked into today, was an orgy of chaos. Nobody knew anyone. "Who's blank?" "Who the fuck is blank?" "WTF? It says 'The Amazing MonkeyMan', but there's nobody typing anything with that name!" All these and many many more. Send no money!

As you can (not so clearly) see in the image, I was talking to 9 people. Out of the 10 people in the convo, I knew 3 (including me). That's 30% of the convo. Not worth my time.
Ben

Sickwatch! Day 5...

We interrupt our regularally scheduled programming to bring you an update on Sickwatch.
"...and to our top story tonight, we bring you a live update on the scene in Ben's body. We're up to day five, and we've sent Ben Smith down, to take a look..."
Investigative reporter Ben Smith here, live on the scene as Ben begins another lame attempt at reviving his dead, decrepit blog!
As it stands, this is his first post all month, and his first post in almost as long...
With no end in sight to this slump, we can only pray that he gets the spark of inspiration he once had back, rather than just posting crappy quotes from Bill Hicks and Dr Hibbert.
"What is the atmosphere like down at the Canvas, Ben?"
Well Ben, Ben has started talking to himself, not only in 3rd person, but 2nd person as well. This situation looks grim, as this once proud, noble, extremely intelligent person starts exhibiting the first signs of madness.
"Ben, can you tell us exactly what is wrong with Ben?"
Ben, I'll be blunt with you. He's got some kind of flu-virus, which has taken a number of his white blood cells hostage. In the early days of the illness, he's had a high fever, and while it appeared to have diminished yesterday, it's back in full force today. We've got an artists impression of the scene coming through for you shortly.
"We're all eagerly awaiting that, Ben. Can you give us some general statistics about the virus and Ben's symptoms?"
Well Ben, we don't know much, but after going through his washing we've found that he's gone through 5 hankerchiefs, had 3 nosebleeds and 3 "scares"
"Scares?"
He's wiped his nose 3 times, seen blood, and freaked out.
"Ah."
You asked.
"How's that artist's impression coming along?"
Ben, he's just put the finishing touches on it. Here, enjoy:

"Ben, I don't quite understand what I'm seeing."
Well Ben, the large purple blob is the virus, the grey slab is the barricade he's erected, the white circles are the kidnapped white blood cells, the teal blobs with the red hats are the police-nerves protecting the teal blobs in black hats, the citizen-nerves, from any attacks the virus may send.
"Thank you very much, Ben, for your indepth coverage of this breathtaking event, which will mark the future of our lives."
Thanks Ben.
Ladies and gentlemen, we now return you to your normal programming.
Ben