ROTFL

Sorry to go on about Wikipedia, but I think with these links anyone reading this will start to understand the kind of people who don't like me. And why.

A bit of background. Wikipedia is something that anybody can edit, and every now and then there are two sides to a matter and instead of working out a compromise, two parties will take turns undoing the edits of their opponents and substituting their own version. This is what's called an edit war. When I first showed up on Wikipedia, the big edit war was over the article on "Clitoris" and it seemed that a whole bunch of exclusively male editors were arguing over how (and whether) the article should be illustrated. If you look here you'll see some of the most recent discussion, and links to eight archived pages. In the end, the article is illustrated with a line drawing that as far as I can make out, shows everything except a clitoris, and a photograph that somehow manages to do the same. Bizarre.

So that was my introduction to Wikipedia, and seeing a bunch of grown men wrangling over a tiny bit of female flesh sort of set the tone for what followed.

Edit wars can be really lame, and there's a page set aside to record the lamest. If you read the entries for "Her Late Majesty" and "Meta-Lameness" you'll get a bit of an idea of the sort of silliness my main hater gets into. The funny part is that he can't see the humour in it at all!

He got so incensed at the thought of some of his pet campaigns being listed as lame that he tried to have the whole page deleted. in fact he tried to have it deleted without anybody noticing. That worked really well. The vote for deletion was Strong and Speedy Keep.

I was pissing myself laughing. Poor guy. He was so incensed at the thought of me leading an army of ghost accounts to make fun of him that he totally missed the fact that everyone else on the page (and no, none of them are me writing in disguise) was making fun of him.

But the best part was the argument over what Queen Victoria's surname was. This bit had me snorting my coffee all over my screen.

Having said all the above, I must note that all my edits on articles have been good serious ones. It's only on the discussion pages that I let myself go, and anybody who knows my sense of humour can easily see just how the trouble began with this self-important little snerd, who not only has tickets on himself, but wrote the article on himself.

Flat out like a lizard drinking

It's been fifteen years, but over the last couple the complaints from the other side have been getting louder.

I'm talking about the marital couch here. We bought it cheap at a warehouse in Sydney and it's not quite sagged out, but it's not as comfortable as it once was, and I suspect Kerri's bedtime fantasies have been more practical than mine for some time.

So we put those fantasies into operation a week back and assigned Kerri's tax refund to a new bed.

It was delivered today and my new credit card got its first big feed. Latex for Kerri's comfort. Queen size for my comfort - I'm sick of having to hang my heels over the end of a double bed. And a lot higher than the last one. I think I'll have to balance the alarm clock on one of the towering book stacks on the bedside table to see it. It's also got a couple of drawers for storing stuff in. Books, I thought at once, but no, it will be doonas and stuff.