Webmaster’s Third Hate Mail

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Daniell Sorenson

My good lady, you don’t know a thing about me, what makes you say I’m a terrible person?  I could be giving shoes to orphans, for all you know, yet you base your (rather judgmental cuntness) impression on my legally purchasing a domain that was let go?

I don’t think I’m the one that needs to worry about karma, Daniell Sorenson.

And to follow through with what is now tradition, thanks to Jeffrey G. Rogers:

https://www.facebook.com/daniell.sorenson

Webmaster’s Second Hate Mail

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hatemail2

Thanks, Jeffrey G. Rogers, for your wonderful message…  I’m going to go ahead and respond to your points in kind.

  • Aw, that’s sad.  The domain sat unclaimed and unpaid for, for 43 days.  At any point in time that domain could have been purchased by the original registrar (generally called the webmaster, or the person that cuts the check for the admin responsibilities), for well under $100 USD.  So I’m a little shocked that it came as any sort of surprise to anyone.  Especially as it went to auction and there was a deluge of people bidding on it — which, as I’m sure you’ve gathered, I won.
  • Believe what you want about the intent, doesn’t bother me one bit.
  • I’m sure she’s a saint.
  • We have a personal problem? Oh, crud.  Well, that ruins my day.
  • You’re right, I think the proper term these days is lion, not dog.  So, J-Lion, my bad.
  • What info?  Her PUBLIC FACEBOOK PAGE, from a PUBLICLY TRADED, PUBLICLY AVAILABLE source?  That’s not private information.  The delusion of privacy has been a concern since at LEAST the Nixon era, especially on public forums when there has been no prior agreement of exclusive chatter.
  • So let me get this straight.  She emails me, with no prior contact, and calls me all sorts of vulgar names, and you want me to apologize?  That’s rich.  You should look into doing standup.  I’m sure it’ll do better than your work at Tesoro.  Maybe she emails me an apology, and maybe I take it down.  That’d be gentlemanly, sir, and I might add the same goes for this post.
  • Ooh, you want to meet in person?  Like, at the flag pole after school?  Are we going to have a rousing round of fisticuffs?  To that, I have an additional graphic: go-fuck-yourself-with-a-cactus-o

Now, Jeffrey G. Rogers, lets look at this from a broader perspective, assuming you were taught the ability to think outside of the box at Pocatello High School (Go Indians!).  You can send all the charming Facebook messages you want but the fact remains that, respectively, you can choose to look at this page, ignore it, buy it, or fill up your box with it, I don’t care.

Just for shits and giggles, here’s your PUBLIC FACEBOOK PAGE. Hey, enjoy the weather man.  Life’s too short and it’s nice out.

https://www.facebook.com/jeffrey.g.rogers.3