@ Sarah
...And you call us 'orrible!!!!!!
Least you aren't leaving the Kindergarden without a nanny :)
Well, you've really outdone yourselves this time, haven't you? Earlier today, your comments to this sensitively-handled piece on the sad case of the Florida satnav lake incident prompted our Moderatrix, Sarah Bee, to quit her job at Vulture Central. We're obliged to those of you who immediately rang the office to seek …
If Sarah managed to see a slither of the funny side of all of this and signed off in true reg style:
"Mine's the one with the p45 in the pocket"
I really can't tell if this is serious or not but would be a shame if real.
I do have to say that if real you need to get a grip though Sarah!
I won't bother with my rant yet just in case she never returns meaning i save myself the effort of a good couple of paragraphs...
full marks for that one Sarah. lolz..
this may have been an april fools joke, but your rant (and descriptions of some of us) was just spot on.
we (and el-reg (take note)) would be lost without your patience, wisdom and no-nonsense approach (and we do love you plenty in a non-stalking way).
oh, and if you do leave, can i have your job please? i get great amusement from reading all the comments, and sometimes learn much...
... hang on, better not. i am sillyfellow after all so who knows what i might say or do. hehehe.
...was an impressive prank and has kept me amused checking the comments periodically for much of today.
The shoe voucher comment nearly had me cleaning coffee off the monitor again as I somehow get the impression that should anyone dare to make such a comment to Ms Bee they would end with a slightly higher pitched voice and she'd have some new jewellery.
Come, come, surely the estimable Ms. Bee deserves better than that! In view of her continual attempts to herd the cats of el-Reg's commentators, doesn't she deserve, say, that pair of crotch-high, lace-up leather boots she's had her eye on to complement her wardrobe of leather bustiers?
They can be justified as a business expense on the grounds they protect against ratttlesnake bites. Or something.
Oh, wait, that's right: bootses is a form of shoeses. Bad me.
Why no "old shoe" icon?
Yayyy for April 1st at El Reg, I love it. BTW I didn't buy for a second you were leaving Sarah. While it was a great rant I can't see you taking off like that. Besides the readership here would drop by half (if not more) if you did leave. However you can make it up to us by providing us shoe on head pics :-).
I visited the reg today specifically to see what April fools there might be, and thought for a while I was going to have to settle for the somewhat predictable Google CCTV story. This may be almost as memorable for me as the 'anechoic chamber simulation' plugin from Smartelectronix and associated threads on kvr-audio.
Still not sure why I ever come and read or write comments here - I'm sure I lose a few IQ points each time...
I've only been visiting the Reg for over a year now and posted a few comments(mostly I don't comment because of my lack of intelligent humor); I have no idea how the 'coat' thing even started so most of it goes right over my head anyway. Ms. Bee, glad to see you stay and look forward to more.
Ash wrote:
"It's an IT website. IT is a sector dominated by men, stereotypically with either poor social skills, narcissistic tendencies bordering on Napoleon Complex, or outright misogynistic superiority.
Either Sarah failed to grasp that when she applied, or El Reg failed to asses her ability to handle it when hiring her. Either way, shucks. Guess there's an opening."
Naw. Sarah is a hottie. The slobbering geeks which run El Reg hired her based on looks alone. In quiet tones they whisper among themselves; "That's a girl, dude, haven't you seen one before?"
Sarah, will you please provide photographic proof of my conclusion? I would hate to default my vision of you to a bunch of downloaded images: Sarah_001.jpg, Sarah_002.jpg, Sarah_003.jpg, etc.....
Was reading the original comment from Sarah... And as much as I agreed I thought ... Nah ... I can't see any mods on "Da Reg" to suddenly lose the fucking plot like that! So i left until now to comment :P
Well done Sarah - Best April Fools i've seen all day!! Beats the Funeral offering anyway...
Good as it is to read that Ms Bee's comments were indeed due to it being that time of the month (i.e. the first, it being April), I could only wish that our Moderatrix had not expressed her rant with quite such splendidly Shakespearian eloquence. It was a wonderful read, and given the nature of the commentards(TM) on El Reg, I do hope that the gentlemen will refrain from Bee-baiting in the hope of an encore. I'm not holding my breath though.
I join the ranks of those crestfallen readers who will never be able to make the necessary despicable pro-nazi comments apparently required for the opportunity to kiss the Moderatrix's undoubtedly delectable derriere.
sigh
Sarah, I caught this story after you'd confessed and had to go back to the earlier story to see your rant. Nice!
I like to think I'd have seen through it, but am very happy Ms Feisty's still in town.
How about a subscription service for fast-track access to your future flames, or a paypal-gated link for pay-per-flame?
...that my self delusional sense of anonymity has been torn away like plastic wrap and now i feel naked and exposed in front of you all with my prepositions dangling in the wind for all to see.
How can I regurgitate my plain-chant screeds knowing that somewhere there is some sentient entity applying their critical thought to my words? Judging them. Measuring them against some yardstick of decency and silently judging them. Publishing those words with contempt and pity for the author simply because that author chose not to think about what they were saying.
Am I to moderate myself to protect myself from the disdain of this self -or other self - appointed moderatrix? Must I begin considering my thoughts before anonymously broadcasting them to the world? I think not. If this is what the world has come to, what hope have we for humanity? What sort of thoughtful, literate, dystopia lies in our future. A terrible world where word and deed must be preceded by thought. No child of mine will grow up in such a world.
No. Joke this is not, though foolishness it most certainly is. You have torn down the fourth wall - the dirty bamboo screen behind which the naked vicar inside all of us skulks. Oiling himself and humming Jerusalem. And now the vicar is gone. Grabbed up his cardigan and slacks and fled, glistening, into the night. He may never return - and all for a fool's day prank. Happy now? I thought not.
I have a good mind to cancel my subscription.
After all that, it's obvious that Samantha can't be expected to shoulder this burden on her own. Just the impetus I needed to join this rowdy crew.
Flames because -- as someone married to someone somewhat famous once said (XY, btw) -- sometimes throwing gas [sic] on a fire makes it worse ... sometimes it puts it out.