YSaC, Vol. 1445: This is why we can’t have nice websites.
To whom ever
The craigslist ad for pets says you can’t sale pets ( in other words pet breeders ) but it does not say you can’t sale pet items such cages/kennels, and dog clothes ect. People have way to much time. They also do not read. I wrote a letter to craigslist about how big of a problem this has become. Maybe we should not have craiglist anymore. If people keep complaining we probably won’t. It just complaining after complaining. Sad !!!
Oh well – looks like that’s going to be about it for You Suck At Craigslist. After all, if we don’t have Craigslist any more, it won’t be possible to suck at it. Or will it? Some of the knuckleheads we’ve had on here are so bad at Craigslist, they probably actually could continue to suck at it even if it no longer existed.
“Wantd: sumone to brang me a chwaiwewah dog.”
“Um, Gladys? Why are you typing a want ad into your Kindle?”
Pity we’re going to have to stop doing YSaC, though. Oh wait – internet archive! Never mind – we’re good.
Thanks for the link, JW!
*hums “The Party’s Over” while sweeping up confetti cake and coffee slices in the lounge*
Last one out, please turn off the intertubes.
Ooh, he WROTE A LETTER. And used ‘whom’. That’s taking swift and decisive action right there. All those Craigslist misusers must be trembling.
Because that always works.
TREMBLE CRAIGSLIST MISUSERS!
(let me know if it works)
O, the misjays! Will none save the misjays?
Almost as effective as an internet petition
Dear Craigslist:
I wish to lodge a complaint about Craigslist users who complain too much. If I have to continue to complain about their complaining, we may not have Craigslist anymore, and I am banned from both eBay and the classified ads at my local newspaper because people complained.
You try to auction off one little hobo and suddenly the whole world is against you.
*hands Dave and his ferrets a citation from the Dept. of Redundancy Dept.*
That’s what Cake Wrecks is for!
You are preaching to the choir, Sparky.
I tried to much time once. It didn’t work. I wonder if Sparky could show me the way.
It’s a typo, Sparky thinks people have a way to mulch time.
It is a typo, but what he really meant was people have too much thyme.
Silly me, and here I thought that Sparky thought that people have a way to munch thyme.
When in reality, we all know…
“…ain’t nobody got time for dat!”
If I could mulch time in a bottle
The first thing that I’d like to do
Is mix it with dirt in my windowsill box
And pour the box out down on you…
Perhaps this protesting Sparky finds too many ways to, and not enough ways out?
After all, that having to pull the plug out of the wall to turn the glowy box off is hard on the hardware, and nobody wants to sale a ‘puter for whom the Sparky kvetches.
Spark-bro, do me a solid and put something in your complaint to Craigslist about how people don’t spell correctly, use proper grammar, use appropriate punctuation, or engage their brains prior to posting.
Kthxbai,
Tankerbell
Now that YSAC is officially over, we can talk about the shocking twist ending:
Can you believe it actually WAS a lion all along?!
And you couldn’t take the red table for free!
Firm Obo was his sled.
Keyser Soze was made of bees!
Bruce Willis was the Llamanun all along!
The Ostrimu is in fact a rather surprised sperm whale and a bowl of petunias.
That 5 x 7 = √42
and that
Auntie Em Nite Shamalamadingdong is actually a clone of a Kubrick-Kurosawa cross breeding (rehommieing fee $250 each or both for $600)?
And who knew a lacawates valtrus-suka was that furry!
I’m free! I see the light at last! Goodbye, cold electrons!
Electrons are brought to you by generous donations from the Tesla Foundation for Indoor Lightning
And the box is actually an octagon with six sides!
Wait! No more cat math? Whatever shall I do? I mean, I love cat math.
Please sign my online petition to bring back Sparky and the Craigslist twits. (Hey, that could be my cover!)
Letters to Craigslist is one of those columns you don’t see much of.
Dear Craigslist,
Yesterday I walked in on my husband having sex with a Yeti. I took some pictures and hired a lawyer right away. I approached him later and said, “Dude! You found a Yeti, and then you slep with it!?!”
He said, “I know right?! We should totes sell the picture!”
So my question is, how much should we sell the picture for? Our lawyer is saying we’ve got a good case to keep sole ownership copyrights to all photos so long as the Yeti lives with us. The Yeti isn’t even asking for a cut so long as it gets some free lovin’.
To Yeti-Lovin’:
ROOFER!!!ROOFER!!!ROOFER!!!ROOFER!!!ROOFER!!!ROOFER!!!ROOFER!!!ROOFER!!! ROOFER!!!ROOFER!!!ROOFER!!!ROOFER!!!ROOFER!!!ROOFER!!!ROOFER!!!ROOFER!!! ROOFER!!!ROOFER!!!ROOFER!!!ROOFER!!!ROOFER!!!ROOFER!!!ROOFER!!!ROOFER!!!
Wait, wasn’t that in the Xanadu “Missed Connections” last week?
I am saling, I am saling,
My chawawa ‘cross the sea.
I am also saling datsuns,
To be near you, to be free.
The “Pets” classification is part of the “Community” section and says “no pet sales/breeding — small adoption fee OK.” There are frequent flame wars over the concept of “small” and listings flagged because some people think listing live snake food or whatever is immoral. Sparky et al. do not seem to comprehend that there is a “For Sale” section of craigslist where you can sale your ect.
I have been breeding ects in my basement and was about to list them by the dozen, but now that Sparky has complained I may have to put them on eBay. The problem is that there are almost 7000 listings for ects there and I was hoping to have less competition locally.
That’s just silly, of course you need live snake food; you don’t have to feed a dead snake. It’s dead.
…and yet, there are people out there who will insist on beating it and beating it and beating it.
I guess they’ve never heard that beating your snake too much can cause you to go blind.
Wait, don’t dead snakes feed on couches?
I thought it was a hat. Or, possibly, the snake’s eating an elephant.
Little Prince
I see what you did there…. 😀
Ok so what is next he will start complaining about people selling things on craigslist that they are allowed to sell but really should not be selling at least not on any public site or at all for that matter.
Welcome to YSAC. Can I offer you some freshly-squeezed punctuation?
sorry very late here my mind went wandering
It’s oaky, that tends to happen a lot ’round here.
Spellcheck, you have failed me.
Is oaky the new shiny? I guess oaks are pretty cool, so I can live with that.
“Hey, lookit my new shirt.”
“Ooh, Mitt Romney in a sombrero. Oaky.”
NB the Oaky.
ghosty, you just needed to put a dokey behind that oaky.
:gasp!: In public!?!
*waggles eyebrows*
Hey, OMV, C’mon over to the corner with me and we’ll play pin the dokey on the oaky.
[technical aside]
It is a shame that, when jestro was created, the designers never contemplated that some significant portion of persons writing comments might do so from mobile devices.
Had that been the case, they might have included the ability to show a user commented from a mobile device. Some of which are quite small, and with very reduced keypads. I know that, before I upgraded to a clever phone, that my text punctuation was limited to whatever characters were hiding under the “1” key,
Which then poses a question for those designers working on forum software for the post-CL era, of whether or not to have a voluntary declaration by commentators on language skills usage.
Of course that might be a bit too defining–after all, it can be useful for the erudite & literate to savvy-savvy pidgin, yokel, hick, and the like.
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I want to say “Wow, we just got coreyed by CapnMac”. I want to but I won’t.
But is he “minty?”
That’s one of the spoilers we can talk openly about now that YSaC is over. Cap’n always had a minty shell. He just had to believe.
Captain Obvious McSparkleton wrote a letter to Craigslist complaining about all the complaining.
Hunh.
His next quest is sending a letter to Congress and enclosing a check stamped “INSUFFICIENT FUNDS” to get them to stop spending money they don’t have.
Got to admire his fervency.
Plenty of complaining before the complaining too.
Plenty of unjust complaining after complaining as well.
Plenty of just complaining during unjust complaining.
Plenty of unjust complaining in competition of more unjust complaining.
Cowboy up and quitchersnivelin’!
Mudsy, no complaints about your time in the box? Punchity Punch Punch!
Good Morning, Citizens of the Interwebs!