Have I been banned?

Are you having an issue logging in or are you getting disconnected alot?
 
Are you having an issue logging in or are you getting disconnected alot?
I just get disconnected a lot. I chalk it up to trying to multitask. If it was a traditional computer or laptop, running multiple tabs likely wouldn't be an issue. But because it's my phone, the tabs kind of.. stop working? if I switch between them.
 
Slyguy I have checked the Chat logs and you do not appear to be banned from LitChat. This thread relates to LitChat only.
 
because the mods have been replaced by a robot ? Except for Bare Foot Girl69 and To Please Him. Funny how Lit has changed from free speech to censorship unless you obey the rules and cower to the goverment

Lol, I can assure you that the only “bot” mod is Isedora in Chat. The rest of the mods (Chat and Forum) are all actual people. An odd thing to need to clarify.

Incidentally, you don’t appear to understand how free speech works. Of importance: this is a private website and not an American government entity.
 
Ok well...sadly if you are browsing on another site you will be disconnected...even more so if you are on any kind of wireless connection. So its not your connection that's the problem. Its packet loss...or isedora has become sentient and is a very needy bitch and gets jealous that you are looking at other 1's and 0's besides hers.

Does the screen sort of fade out and then freeze? That's usually what happens with me and I am on a hard wired desktop.
 
And when I say to you that the mod team are volunteers who give their time freely to make sure that pedophiles asking people to play 8 year olds and people who would threaten to show up at a young ladies house to attack them and then slit their throats (both of which have happened in the past 2 weeks) but instead they have to deal with snippy little twats who want to rack up a list of complaints from numerous chatters for harassment because she likes acting like her shit smells like roses and cookies...well that would be a poor example of why one would be allowed in chat and not banned...just sayin..

Do have a have the day you deserve dear.

Signed Thesunmaid...the one who is protective of the mods because they are fucking amazing people and I will not have you flapping your cock hole at them.

Oh by the way for any who are wondering I am not on vacation anymore. So glad to be back. Ta!
 
"This is a volunteer position, and we reply when we are able."

A lot of you keep going on about that, how you give up your time to moderate. Why are you volunteers, anyway? Why don't you get fucking paid? I haven't done any unpaid work since I was 16 years old. Who wants to work for free, especially with what's coming down? Can't the site afford to pay you? Or do you get a coffee, biccie and aspirin allowance or something?

Is it for the kudos? To remark airily at parties, "Me? Oh, I work in media / insurance / banking / teaching etc., but I step in as moderator every so often", hoping people will think you moderate political debates on CNN or the BBC, and also hoping they will not press you for details so that you have to reveal that you moderate bickering and outlandish and outrageous remarks by hundreds of BigBoySpunkers, Pantie O'Sniffers, Fucktoy McSluts and Clockwork Foxes.
 
That's a lot of words for a man who seems to see nothing wrong with threatening to use assault rifles if someone annoys them. Forgive me if I am not exactly jumping at the opportunity to pick your brain about...anything.
 
Or are they really like globers who just can't differentiate between real life and non-life? Never heard of globers? Well, globers are a by-product of advertising. Take a look at some top-notch corporation and the photos you see there. What appear to be two or three well-dressed executives around a desk, smiling as one of them points at a globe of the world. You get the idea. The XYZ Company is a global concern, with offices in every corner of the world. It makes you forget that groups of people, real executives, never actually gather around a desk to peer at a globe of the world, because well, why would they? Sometimes the main man is actually holding the globe and apparently explaining What Is Going On to the others all gawking at it.

These people are nothing more than photograph models, actors and actresses picked to play a non-speaking motionless role, frozen in their role of corporateness. And there is a pecking order. The man at the centre with the impeccable suit and the impossibly perfect tan is the CEO, maybe. To his right, the black hip-looking guy with the hair the Jackson Five used to have before it largely went out of fashion might be the Chief Strategy Officer. The attractive blonde with the great teeth showing a lot of corporate cleavage with an important-looking sheaf of papers to the left could be in charge of HR.

It does not always have to be a globe. There are multiple scenarios – people pointing at graphs on whiteboards; the silhouette of two bigshot suits shaking hands in a dark mezzanine corridor seen on side view, while people come and go above and beneath them; a well-dressed man who might be an architect, on site with a hard hat and grinning at building plans with adoring site foremen looking on.

But at the end of the day the studio lights switch off, the camera stops clicking, and then these actors and actresses have to take off their expensive attire and go home to reality. Some of them do not take it so well.

Consider a man staring at several screens on a wall, sweating visibly and screaming “Have you taken leave of your senses? Sell, you fool, sell, sell the whole shebang before the fucking Nikkei Dow closes!”, and the little bloke at the window says “Look, guv, there’s another four punters behind you in the queue - next up you have the 2.30 at Leopardstown and the 3.00 at Epsom, so which is it gonna be, squire?”

Or a man sits down at the table to eat, and says in disgust “Paper? A bloody paper napkin? Don’t you have the real bloody McCoy at the prices you charge for food here? And I ordered garlic and coriander crackle on the side with my oie au four avec sa sauce petite mort, too, so where is it, young lady?” And the woman sighs and says, “Pete, it’s Louise here, and this is the kitchen in our little semi-detached in Grimsby, today is Friday, and so it’s the usual poached eggs on toast and baked beans. Let it go, love, let it go!”

The main exponent of Glober Syndrome was Martin Sheen. They say he got so into playing a Democrat President in The West Wing he got to thinking he WAS the President. It’s understandable – you have the best suit during filming, you have the best lines, the best bubbly, the bestest of everything - you walk on set, all the other actors and actresses have to stand up all deferential and reverential and say “Good morning, Mr President”, and all the military ones salute you too; you walk out, they all stand up and chorus “Good night, Mr President Sir”; you give somebody something - even if it’s the empty mug of coffee he brought you half an hour ago, for him to take it away again like the skivvy he is - they say “Thank you, Mr President Sir”; or somebody gives you something, and even then they say “This is my way of saying thank you, Mr President, for taking care of my country, your country and our country”; you’re looking downhearted, your PA says “Don’t worry, Mr President, remember that the day is darkest before the dawn”; you’re fretting about the reaction of the Chinese, and your Chief of Staff, maybe a culturally diverse, forthright, no-nonsense redneck with a ten-gallon hat says, “Mr President, that guy might be the Commies’ President, but that don’t mean no more’n a hill o’ beans to us, Mr President, because, hot diggedy, Mr President Suh, y’all’s OUR President, Suh, yes sirree, and ah’m heah to tell you, Suh, that, doggone it, Suh, thass all that matters to US, Mr President, Suh.”

Then Martin walks off set at the end of the day, slips on a dog turd in the street, gets shouted at by a bag woman, has to slum it home in the shitty stench of a smelly subway with the rest of them, and on the way his wife rings to tell him Charlie’s been caught speedballing in a sleazy dive again like the prat he is, and she’s sending him back into detox. But most of the time Sheen thought he actually was POTUS, and he ended up with the delusion that nobody could do it better than him, and deffo not a Republican President.

Sometimes I think certain mods are rather like that. Moderator. I am a moderator. The way it rolls off the tongue in polite chit-chat, as though they were hard-bitten insightful moderators on prime-time TV analysing the issues of the day and sternly keeping speakers in line. Or essential kingpins in the planning of criteria for academic examinations. Moderator. I’m an altruistic volunteer moderator, and moderate is what I do.
 
Oh, for God's sake, Sun Maid, there's a long, long way between joking about using a Kalashnikov on people who were annoying me (and by the way, it wasn't true that I did that - I hope you got that too), and being a psychopath "threatening" to use one.

And my brain works just fine, thanks.
 
And finally ...


Quote "I have a shovel...his name is Reginald. You may hear me mention him from time to time. You don't want to meet him despite him being shiny, He tends to come out when people are being stupid. Unquote.

This is a comment I found, oh, on someone's profile here. Threats? Does it sound like a subtle Kalashnikovish threat to you? Does to me. But then, the entire profile sounds quite dark and watch-it-bodger-I'm-no-dickhead to me, too. Not very friendly at all. Not like mine, which attracts people. But then, that's the idea, you see, attracting people. Not scaring them away, as this person's profile seems to acknowledge it might have at the end.
 
Look, Sun Maid, why don't I say I'm really sorry for the Kalashnikov comment, Cuckwannabe111 says he's really sorry for saying his wife looked good in high school pics, and you talk to the powers-that-be, and let us both back in again. We both promise to behave, and not force moderators to waste their time with us again, especially as it is unpaid time, and we understand that makes them angry, nervous and trigger-happy. People dig my private chats, especially when we're talking about other kinds of weapons, the non-lethal kind. I don't know Cuckwannabe111 so well, so I can't comment on his niceness in general, but I've chatted today with him, and he seems extremely pleasant, articulate and polite.

Whaddya say, Sun Maid? Life's too short, you know.
 
Hmm...last I checked there was not soldiers armed with shovels running about or mass school shovelings going on frequently but then I live in a country where Kalashnikov's are illegal ( I am not American in case that escaped your attention).... Or perhaps I am reading the wrong news stories. Also I used to be the nice one..funny that.

And this was not in a private chat...this was in the open lobby. And as for cuckwannabe...does he have a wall o text I should be reading....or perhaps is he going to attack the job I (and others) do for the site as well...because I await it....sadly for you (as well as others) I need to care about the person opinion for it to have any kind of effect on me. Also...the fact you took that much time out of your day being mad and typing furiously I am sure...that you spent this much time and expended this much effort to tell me off. Do you feel better now?

That you told some rando off on a forum in a very niche part of the internet? Does it get your cock hard? Now if you will excuse me I am going to cook dinner and live rent free it would seem in your head. Maybe I will get a plant for the corner there...it could use some brightening up I think.

Do have the day you deserve.
 
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