Friday night, we spent some time talking about how the ins and outs of the spam filters worked, and we tried something different. We actually tried to get caught in the moderation queue. And we made a game out of it.
Of the 100+ comments left, 44 were moderated.
MarkoMancuso got a total of 60 points. He found 5 words on the naughty list, and came up with 11 variations on those. Jimmy and MarkoMancuso each submitted a single comment that earned 15 points.
HIGH PRAISE to each! And a heartfelt thanks to all who played!
Now, what did we learn?
We learned that if we want to act like a bunch of 12-year-old kids, we can. And that it’s easier for some than for others to act that way.
We also learned that we don’t always know what’s going to get caught in moderation. When we don’t want to get moderated, we sometimes do; when we want to get moderated, we don’t always get moderated.
We saw how things that aren’t naughty and don’t look naughty can be flagged as naughty anyway.
Will we use what we’ve learned? Probably not.
Can we use what we’ve learned? Absolutely! And we can go through the Harvey-Frank-Basil cycle of dealing with liberals.
When dealing with liberals, we can choose our words carefully, as Harvey does. That gives us an advantage when dealing with them. If we improve the number and quality of words we can use, it’ll shut them up.
If it doesn’t, it’ll make them really angry. Then they’ll call you a racist. That’s when you can punch them in the face, as Frank commonly suggests. And that should end the discussion.
But, just in case it doesn’t, and they come back at you, do what I do: beat ’em with a stick. That’ll shut ’em up. If it doesn’t, get a bigger stick. And hit harder.
See? Use what you learn here and you can’t go wrong.
I am cock-on-the-walk!
MarkoMancuso, in the land of the filth thou art king.
All hail Marco, King of Obscenity and Jimmy, Prince of Foulness!
Marko should win a no expense paid trip to Dildo, Canada. Jimmy’s sloppy second’s finish means he has to stay right where he is, an island of blighted potato skins in a sea of cat pee.
I was only trying to be polite to the old ladies. If there had been any Russians there I would’ve mentioned ‘em. I don’t like the sons-of-bitches but I would have mentioned them out of politeness! Bedell, I don’t know anything about politics, you know that. I don’t have any political ambitions after the war. All I want to do is to command an army in combat!
I’m not sure what make me think of Patton. His fondness for swearing maybe?
I hereby bequeath all my +15 points of High Praise to Marko so that he becomes the undisputed bearer of badness!
I’m still using ümlauts, Basil.
I think we also learned that Basil will do anything to get a 100+ comment count.
DamnCat:
I was hoping no one would notice that!
I agree, Jimmy! And while you may be a primadonna, hell, at least you admit it! That Montgomery can’t admit it.
Any statement or policy which can be accurately described as liberal or conservative is over-simplified. It may be amusing, however, if a person has wit.
Hmph.
Moderates eat room-temperature ice cream. And room-temperature soup.
Punching them works, but I’d rather just keep bombarding them with facts and logic until their brains overload and they punch themselves. It’s way funnier when I don’t have to waste the effort to physically punching them myself.
Yay! I avoided the queue monster
Basil, and moderates have been known to drink room-temperature beer! (Including me. Hey! If that’s all you got and you’re dying of thirst, it’s not bad.)
@Hippie punchomatic 5000: Don’t you think you need to make the effort once and while just to stay in practice?
Speaking of punchomatic, I just made 25 lbs. of sauerkraut! Woo hoo!
(Marko, I’ll deal with you later.)
Nah, I get plenty of practice in whenever I bump into a french person.
Or a hippie drum circle. I Usually try to find one or two of them after thanksgiving dinner just to work off the extra calories.
Whyizzut that when I try to be moderated, I can’t, but when I don’t try to be moderated, I am? I’d suspect a move to stifle my opinion, but I’m guessing that it’s just as easily ignored.
Hey, Jimmy! How does one spell this eight-letter word that means “less than human”?
I-R-I-S-H!
Score: -1, No ümlauts!
“Leprecaun?”
Oh heck, I can’t count either. (But how does this explain my fondness for Sauerkraut? Hmmm?)
See, Basil. I’m already cleaning up my (Irish) tongue!
We also learned how much spare time some people have on their hands…even on a Friday night.