Another Else: Volume I
Reminding and Restating Revised


Quoting a web comic and then trying to pass it off as your own is not cool.
Also, don’t talk to me.
Thank you,
~Another Else
P.S. You probably didn’t even have a real reason to hate Halo other than you like bandwagons.


So a few of us walked into Friendly’s in hopes of getting some ice cream. Thanks to this group, I have been to Friendly’s more in the last few months than I have my entire life. I’m not complaining.
I was in the mood for snacking and my scrawny self can pack it in when I have to so I decide on ordering a five scoop chocolate ice cream with Reese’s Pieces, crushed Oreos, and a Reese’s cup. (Oh, and it’s “Reese’s” like something that rhymes with “Pieces” not any other way and I hate every one of you who made me start pronouncing it wrong.)
Anyway, after waiting ten minutes for our waitress to get back to us, the manager decides he is going to take our orders.
Slight trick though, he isn’t writing any of our stuff down.
I thought about it and expected the worse but still part of me was thinking “This guy is good if he doesn’t need to write it down.”
Much later, our ice creams arrive and only one was correct. However, everybody but me had an ice cream close enough to what they ordered to be happy. I only got 3 scoops and wrong toppings.
I sent it back.
I received another one.
Five scoops of chocolate with chocolate syrup and peanut brittle. Nope.
I sent it back.
Five scoops of vanilla with peanut brittle. Nope.
After this, the manager apologized and offered the ice cream for free.
I just asked for water.
My friends were done their ice creams anyway.
Sometimes you just run into an obstacle that for some reason you can’t get by. An ice cream isn’t that big of a deal, so I dropped the issue. Of course, no tip was left, but that was to be expected.


It’s been an interesting week, huh?
I haven’t posted anything about it either.
Because I couldn’t think of what exactly I wanted to say. But now I do.
Who’s the blame about the VTech shooting has been a popular topic this week.
Is it…
…video games?
…gun laws?
…a lack of action on behalf of staff?
D.) None of the Above
How about we finally blame the person with the fucking gun?
Seriously, how can we jump to blame somebody who didn’t pull the trigger?
Video Games: It turns out he didn’t play them.
Gun laws: My uncle has an entire arsenal and he hasn’t attempted a coup.
Staff: Do you know how many crazy people are on one campus? Can you expect everyone of them to go ballistic?

I don’t know how this holds in other countries, but here in the US of A we like to blame the media when it doesn’t raise our kiddies correctly. The television isn’t a buggering babysitter!
Comics and video games don’t raise your kids!
I take that back.
They raise your kids’ weight! The porky little brats are easy to pick out, too! They are the ones you see at a store, on the ground, screaming “I WANT IT!”
Parents raise your kids. This means keeping them away from what you feel are bad influences not complaining that the influences are there!
Adults have the right to rot their brains on bad TV, comics and video games.
Book burning went out with the times. Some reason we still fight TV shows.
How about you stop taking the easy way out and blaming others for your child’s misplaced morals. If you actually took the time to explain yours maybe they wouldn’t look to the TV for `em.

I recall playing Doom at the age of 4 or 5 because my dad felt I was mature enough after a conversation about what is acceptable in games and what is acceptable in real life.
“He knows it’s not real” was his response to anybody who disagreed with his decision.


I’m learning about Bloglines right now. I have Technorati set up.

I should have my feed claimed soon.RSS

Update: It’s claimed. It’s just not a big deal…


Right now, if you were to look at my most recent articles you would notice they mostly deal with the recent ordeal of blogger relations. In some cases it seems like a war between anonymous bloggers and those who let their identities known. It especially seems this way when some people call for an end to anonymous blogs and comments.
With every fight, you have to look at want makes the two sides different from each other. This part was easy and yet hard at the same time. The obvious answer is that we don’t let people know who we are and you do. The next part of analyzing this rift is to ask, “so what’s the big deal?”
Apparently, being anonymous makes us more likely to start fights or just plain ol be mean.
Now, isn’t that sad?
For somebody to be mean, they feel they have to be anonymous? This explains a lot.
Look at society. In truth, we aren’t mean enough.
People complain about others so often but never do anything about.

High School
Did you have somebody who you didn’t like? I’m sure you did. I know there was somebody who a lot of people didn’t like at my school. Unfortunately for me, due to the fact that I was able to stand this person’s presence, everyone felt they should confide in me their feelings.
In the end, I flat out told people I didn’t care.
“If you have a problem with him, tell him. Not me.”
But Heaven forbid they hurt his feelings. Actually, I figured when somebody finally snapped and beat him up he might get the point. Nobody did.
Imagine how much easier things would have been for everybody if somebody punched him in the face. Even for him.
I recognize the fact that he was thick, but a fist carries an undeniable point.
What happened instead? People put up with him as he was and they were miserable when they dealt with him.
Nobody was mean enough.

I’ve already written about college. I’m very unhappy with the entire system.
There is a key difference between high school and college though. You are paying for it.
Need it to be clearer? You are the boss. You just have to remind the college of that fact every once in a while.
For my first year, I had to meet with advisers before I could pick my classes. Each semester I had to set up an appointment with an adviser and then I could submit my class requests.
Unfortunately, my adviser hated her job and didn’t hide it well. I replaced her.
I probably should have been meaner and addressed it during the session.

Once again I find myself in a high school story. I took a class with one of the craziest teachers I have ever met. She was oblivious and daft. She was also extremely mean-hearted and unfair. The final project of the year was a team debate. I led one team and another girl my age led the other.
The teacher popped between the two teams to make sure things were going well and to tell me I was a horrible leader. You know, the essentials. I came to find out that the teacher had leaked our entire argument to the other team. (It’s good to have connections.) What did we do? Did I just say, “Well team, we lose then.” Hell no.
I’m proud to say, we got mean. We got that increase of cunning that comes with it, too.
That’s the trick when you get mean. You can’t lose it like the other team did when their argument was picked apart.
You have to sit back and relax…maybe even laugh when you see the weak points look back at you in fear.
We should have won. Another teacher who liked me even less admitted that. We ended up tied with a hint from the teacher that we were close to victory.
We were mean enough.

And finally, blogging
The true difference it seems from those proclaiming against anonymity and those who were anonymous was that we who were anonymous fought back. Kathy Sierra didn’t fight back. She got scared and hid in her house. Scoble halted posting for a week. O’Reilly called for a block on anonymous posting. Did anybody get mean? Did anyone call out the specific people who did this. Even if they were only known by a username and IP? No.
That’s something a lot of anonymous bloggers did. They fought back when Godin said that anonymous bloggers were no good. People who don’t write anonymously called about asking why they weren’t defended when it was them on the chopping block. I’m not saying that you need to be anonymous to be forthcoming. I’m saying that those who said we were wrong for being anonymous turned around and started a fight with those who had nothing to do with it.
And unlike many of you, we are mean enough to fight back and protect ourselves.
Think about that when you call for a way to improving the blogosphere.
Protect your rights, be mean, be cunning, be smart.

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“Badges? We don’t need no stinking badges.”


After reading a couple of articles today, I realized that I had the perfect solution to the problem being addressed.
Color coded threat levels.
The Blog Security Advisory System
Somebody Photoshop individual buttons so they can be passed around to bloggers who need to know.
Stumble it!


I have just come back from a bad April Fools’ joke that left me to be mauled by a Siberian Water Buffalo and a response to you is my first post.
Do you really think I’m hiding things from my audience? Good, cause I’m anonymous, so the answer is an obvious “Yes.”
Let’s go at this piece by piece.
1. “Hardly anybody reads me.”
I’ve been posting my numbers for a while now. Even one of my fellow bloggers pointed this out.
Now, my readership has greatly improved in recent weeks. But would I say it is “Hardly anybody?” Meh, maybe.
2. “The more companies pay me, the more I like their stuff.”
Wait a minute! Wait a cotton picking minute!
People get paid doing this? I could use the money! Pay me!
It may burn my tongue but I’d even compliment the Ngage!
3. “Did I mention I’m not a real reporter?”
Are you?
4. “I might infect your computer with a virus”
If somebody gets a virus from my blog I’ll create a new award for stupidity. I mean it. I’ll even name it after `em.
AnotherElse.trojan.BackDoor.exe finished downloading right now by the way. Nice pics!
5. “I’m revealing company secrets.”
Yup, you caught me. All of my posts are a cipher giving any key secrets about the Vista OS from Microsoft. Bill Gates’ personal assault team is dropping into my room as I type.
It was fun everybody. It was fun.
6. “Just because my name’s on it doesn’t mean I wrote it.”
Actually I can expelled for that. I wrote it. It might just be unoriginal and boring. (Like this post some of you are probably thinking. Yes, I can read your minds and steal your ideas!)
7. “My blog is just a stepping stone to bigger and better things.”
Yup, from my boredom to all of yours.
Eight. “I can control what you see on the Internet.”
All your Nets are belong to me. You cannot survive. Make your time. Ha ha ha.
Nuevo. “Blogging just about ruined my life.”
Nope. It lets me vent. It even helps a bit. Everybody should blog…and link to me…
10. “I’m already obsolete.”
Well, when the fad comes back I’ll be ahead of the game!
What? Tomagotchis came back, why not me?
Eleven and a half plus two thirds. You can’t generalize blogs because they are as different as the people who write them. When you try to, you run into walls. And what happens when you run into walls?
They put you on ritalin.


Me: Sir?
Sir: Yes?
Me: We don’t have any of the Schaufer (spelled right?) rollerball pen refills.
Sir: I can’t hear you, hold on.
Me: OK…
Three minutes pass…
Sir: You still there?
Me: Yes.
Sir: I want some Schaufer rollerball refills.
Me: Yea, I don’t have any of those.
Sir: What?
Me: We don’t have any Schaufer refills.
Sir: You have rollerball refills?
Me: No, we don’t.
Sir: Oh, really?
Me: Yes…
Sir: OK, bye.

The sad thing is I’m 98% sure this wasn’t a prank call. I’m surprised some people can actually use the phone… Maybe somebody dialed for him. The phone book is upper level reading.


Every time I look a MySpace page or a Facebook profile I marvel at how the mindset of people has changed. I remember when everybody was so intensely set on protecting their identity online. You weren’t supposed to say your real name or where you lived. Meeting people you met online was strictly taboo.
Now, some people have their entire lives online. We have all heard about hose people who met online and lived happily ever after. We also hear about the cyberbullying. What I want to know is how did the anonymity that everyone loved before become the evil of today. The so-called “Other Internet.”
Most parents have the basic sense to tell their children to at least keep their MySpace profiles private because they want to protect them. But now, all big and grown up bloggers felt they could show all. They put themselves out there and then wonder why they are personally attacked. The only thing to attack is you. Don’t say that my choice to remain anonymous creates an unfriendly environment. It doesn’t.
Anonymous people have been a problem in history, but so have openly public people.
The DC snipers were anonymous. Osama Bin Ladin is not.
The Zodiac killer was anonymous. Adolf Hitler was not.
I’m sure you could think of others.

So once again I say it, if you can’t handle not being anonymous don’t blame those who are.
Now, as my Tae Kwon Do instructor used to say
“Keep your hands up, they are your protection!”