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[insertmayhem]

Hey Mun.

I'm an egotistical social network programmer.

You've been using my journal service for ages, but I'm about to shake things up a bit. Take away some vital functions, make a few others unnecessarily convoluted... You're complaining now, but I'm sure you'll get used to it eventually.

And if you don't have an alternative journal service? You'll be stuck dealing with my migraine-inducing design changes for the rest of your internet life.

So get a backup journal, and better protect yourself from Mayhem, like me.

Comments

[tinfoil_angel]

I think my mundane just had a heart attack from happiness.

[insertmayhem]

... Yeah, I don't think even Dreamwidth covers heart attacks. Sorry.

[tinfoil_angel]

It was a joke. He loves your commercials. Now he's kicking himself for not thinking of bringing you here.

[insertmayhem]

Hey, the more Mayhem the merrier, I always say.

[tinfoil_angel]

I can tell.

[Wait now he had to pause a moment.]

So if you do that little speech, can you turn into anything that causes mayhem?

[insertmayhem]

Just about anything, yeah.

[tinfoil_angel]

Then sorry to say but you're not likely getting my life story. I don't need you turning into Mark or Luke.

[insertmayhem]

That's alright. I'm a simple man with simple pleasures. I don't need to hear any life stories.

[tinfoil_angel]

That's good then. Maybe you wouldn't even care to give yourself extra powers then.

[insertmayhem]

Nah, I don't have much use for powers. All I've got to do is be in the right place at the wrong time.

[tinfoil_angel]

Ah so instead of saying "I am twelve English kids that belong in a fiction novel and you just turned your guns on me. Now I'm pissed and powerful."

It would be "I'm the flood and shifting of the poles that bloody well just fucked up Europe. What do you do now?"

[insertmayhem]

That's more the idea.