Tuesday, Late Morning, WTF internet?

Rikku wasn't sure how she ended up in a four-hour flamewar about one of the Barry Plodder minor characters, and whether or not his name was anachronistic based on ancient Roman history, his newly-revealed ethnicity, and linguistic puns.

It's not like she ever read the Barry Plodder series.

Look, she typed, you're not even making sense. It's a name. She could have called him Buttlicker Francypants the Seventh and it doesn't 'break the fifth wall' of your subreality or whatever the hell words you're throwing around and do you even know what they mean because I have a feeling you don't. In fact, considering how lame your argument is, I'm surprised you spell your name right. Get a life already!!!!

She clicked to post the comment - because, in a flamewar, you should reply as quickly and vehemently as possibly - only to have the page time out.

"Come on, no fair!" she yelled.

Refresh. Click.

"Augh! I was right! I was winning!"

She rebooted her laptop - and suddenly, none of the pages were loading. Neither was her e-mail.

"Oh man, I broke it?" Rikku made a face. "This sucks! I thought it'd take me way longer than that to break it!"

(post is both establishy and open. the paradox!)