Ama-strike
Blogbuddies… This site is horrible. Yes, we have increased functionality in some ways, but the stuff that made blogmark unique has gone. This is just another crap blog. I think it’s time to go on strike. Lots of people are drifting off to other homes – I suspect because the comments don’t work properly and the site is slow. Even my ability to become addicted has dwindled to almost nothing.
In an ideal world we would be toi-toiing with signs outside M&G offices, but I don’t have the energy for that. And getting you lot there would be like herding some scratchy cats.
I don’t think anyone gives a crap about us anymore. Abandoned. All they had to do was leave us alone. Blogmark was not dependent on flashy stuff – but good content. I loved that. Vince and Matt have not fixed stuff up and I think their hardware can’t cope with greater speeds on the comments etc.
The shit they gave us about how BM was like a forum was maybe valid, but that is why we joined up in the first place.
I am getting really gatvol. Anyone else think a strike is a good idea?
Violence and Vincent
It was quiet in the M&G offices. All Vincent could hear was the steady beat of his keyboard as he slouched over the screen. He did not, nay, could not hear the clickety-clicking of high heels heading down the passage towards his desk. The blogmark chicks had decided to Take-Him-In-Hand.
KC, Arb, Marijayn, Morticia, Dolce and Dolorez – oh it had been easy enough to track him down. They knew his cellphone number even. This was not the time for electronic communication, however. This would take a personal touch. A very firm, cold, silvery touch…
“Vincent?”
“Tired grunt.”
The four in unison said sweetly: “We are here about our blog.”
Vincent cowered as he saw the nail files, sharp ones…
“Matt!” he shrieked.
“Oh, we already had a word with Matt,” said Arbchick, smiling as she reached out and firmly grasped his hair.
“Now, let’s talk about fixing things up around here,” said KC wiping her blood stained fingers on her Levis.
