Satanosphere

Five bucks, people.  In the hometown of the real shit northwest grunge scene, where shit is realer than ever, you can come out and support a devilishly cute and talented porn performer who is having her livelihood stolen from her by some shithead poseur “alterna blogger.”

A benefit concert is being thrown for me to help me pay for my lawyer and other court expenses. I’m being sued by the author Violet Blue for trademark infringement and other things like unfair business practices (I guess I’m not allowed to host shows in San Fran because its “her” hometown) LAME!!! I used the same name for 8 years then *poof*, she trademarks the name and sues me! My name is now Noname Jane.

Lineup: Black Top Demon, Highlight Bomb, Circle Drive, Militias Mischief, and Powerbomb The Wolf. At The Building in Hoquiam, WA, Friday, 9/26/08, doors at 6PM. GO!

The Whore Next Door - Noname Jane

aka The Real Violet Blue is selling her clips online. You should buy her stuff to help out with her fight against a spurious and pointlessly vindictive lawsuit brought against her by some assface who wants to use that name.

After all, some people’s children depend on their mom’s well established stage name for their health and well-being. And some people, well, they just shouldn’t even have children.

I admit it. This fucking article about the good old days of The Internet, before everthing got so goddamn flashy and Stylesheet shitty, made a bitter, acrid hint of a tear start to form in the very corner of my bleary old bloodshot eye:

R.I.P Usenet: 1980-2008 : On the text-only Usenet of my memory, nobody knew whether you were a dog, or a kid, or Finnish—only what you wrote. There wasn’t the obsession with photos and video that overruns today’s social networking sites. Yeah, I know that sounds like “get off my lawn you darn kids” crotchetiness, but there’s something really nice about just talking to people and not caring what they look like.   – Sascha Segan

Amazon.com has for long been the internet’s everything place. At first when they decided to sell things besides books, we were mad at them for polluting the most incredible bookstore in the world with CDs and stuff. They’ve continued to grow of course, and they’ve added some pretty incredible shit.

From almost day one, you’ve been able to write reviews of anything they sell. Like vacuum cleaner bags. And create your own lists of things, about, say, World War Hulk.

But slyly, all along, Amazon.com has also become a place to “hang out” online. And wherever enough people are hanging out online, soon porn gets involved.

You have to check out Amazon.com’s Lists & Guides tagged with adult

These are just a sampling of cover art from the first page of resutls. Homina!

This little item appeared on our radar this lunchtime. D-List fast food purveyor, Jack-In-The-Box has introduced Cheesy Macaroni Bites, which, according to the press release are “are easy to eat on the go and make great snacks or sides.”

Our field correspondent reports:

14:23:06: <TROLLERMOUS> dudes....
14:23:09: <TROLLERMOUS> i have
14:23:17: <TROLLERMOUS> i have deep fried
14:23:19: <TROLLERMOUS> i have deep fried mac
14:23:25: <TROLLERMOUS> i have deep fried mac and cheeeezzzzz
14:23:34: <TROLLERMOUS> IN MY MOUTH RIGHT NOW
14:26:50: >>> TROLLERMOUS drooooools on self
14:30:09: <TROLLERMOUS> IT'S SO DELICIOUS I CAN'T WRITE
14:30:23: <TROLLERMOUS> i will.....but....i can't
14:30:37: >>> TROLLERMOUS rolls self towards more fried cheesy bites

At this time we are unable to determine whether this product compares favorably to a upper midwestern state fair staple, deep fried mac-n-cheese ON A STICK. We await the full report from TROLLERMOUS.

via Fast Food Critic.

I just wanted you all to think about this for a minute. The last couple weeks have been full of all kinds of foofaraw about internet comments and blog posting editorial conduct and censorship. People are having career-ruining dialogs about shit. Other, more vicious, people are ruining the lives of those less fortunate than themselves by typing venom into a fillout form and clicking [POST].

What you should know about Satanosphere.com is this: if you make comments here, they are OURS. Plain and simple. This is OUR website, and we’ll do whatever the fuck we want. Including make you STFU. Probably the only thing we won’t do is fix your screwups, unless you’re one of us. Oh, and we won’t make you a bigger asshole than you already make yourself — which is to say we won’t rewrite your crap. If it sucks we delete it. Plain and simple.

From the story at Time.com: In theory, [internet commenting is] a great thing. We’re giving the people a voice! But the reality is that commenting either attracts loathsome people or somehow causes ordinary people to express themselves in a way that is loathsome.