Arse over teakettle with power! Power, I say!

It would appear, in addition to having a massive quantity of sand in my vagina, I am also a moderator on a power trip (I took out the second link I'd originally included to be kind, because it linked to someone's personal journal).

hee. Good times.

Power-tripping mod? Not bloody likely.

What I actually am is a bitch, with very little patience for the back-pedaling of passive-aggressive fools. I reckon it is not difficult to figure out that when a post appears in a moderated community, it's because the Moderating Powers That Be (tm) have deemed it suitable under the existing guidelines. Therefore, when one posts a snipey comment to the OP I'm sorry- "attempts to engage in dialog", one is going to get a terse response from one of the cuntier mods (read: me).

Further, said cunty mod is going to get even cuntier when one tries to pull some bland, internet bullshit like tacking "/interest" at the end of a comment. Oh, please. Pretending to no longer have any interest in an argument is just about as valid and successful as using "Whatever." in one's rebuttal statement.

You got tapped with a rolled-up newspaper for piddling on the carpet. Walk it off, cupcake.

To recap:

Bitchy? Yes.
Cunty? Undoubtably.
Sand in my vagina? Sometimes.
Power-tripping? The ban-hammer would have been brought out, if that were the case. After banning the offender, I also would have gone out on a balcony, flung my arms up into the arms, and sung "Don't Cry For Me, Food Porn" to a crowd of community members.

All of this makes me want to steal the "I'm mod, so I do whatever I want tag" from one of the other communities I belong to.

Arthur C. Clarke 1917 - 2008

I was going to make a joke along the lines of "Open the pod bay doors, God!", but benchilada beat me to it.

Despite the fact I hold a very healthy dislike for most science-fiction, 2001 has always been one of my favourite books and films.