Going down the wrong road

Well, things are not lookin’ too good over on Camup.TV, where you are about to pay to play.

https://www.camup.tv/features

Starting in June, you gotta come off the hip to the tune of $30 a year if you want anything over and above a stream key. This is a pretty big change for CamUp, and I have to wonder if this change was influenced by the sudden influx of rats broadcasters leaving that shithole site based in Tennessee. This idea of charging people may be backfiring, as I have noticed some channels that were there are suddenly going missing… almost as if they have decided that if they have to pay, they need a site that actually works (more about that shortly).

Live internet broadcasters generally do this shit for fun, until they get on Youtube or Twitch and either have big ol’ titties or content so compelling that they begin to make real money from their broadcasts. On Camup, Ivlog, YawnLive, etc., it’s purely amateur hour. NO ONE is making a dime off their shows, so having to pay to broadcast doesn’t make much sense, unless you really like the site and feel like helping them out with beer money and such. Charging broadcasters, the people that actually provide the content of your website, generally encourages them to do one thing: migrate. They load up the wagon and move to greener (cheaper) pastures and then site owners sit around, scratching their hefty posteriors and wonder where all that traffic went.

Now getting back to CamUp, one of the things you will be paying for (assuming you care to stay & pay) are the guest cams. If you have been to CamUp, you already know where this is going. The guest cams on CamUp are so incredibly flaky, so twitchy, so unpredictable, so unreliable, so frustrating, that Dixie is in for some very unpleasant times when people who have paid money for the feature find that said feature simply does not work …. 80% of the time? 90%? Seriously. I used to do regular shows over there until I grew weary of the inability of the administrator to correct issues, acknowledge issues, own up to mistakes, etc. It was, in point of fact, way too much like dealing with Mark Vaughn. The guest cams were the source of almost all of my in-show complaints.

Dixie’s idea of fixing any issue is to tell you to clear your cache. Apparently, every CamUp user’s cache is infested by demons/aliens who are causing shit not to work and you need to clear that damn cache out, then everything will be fine. This is a theory on my part, but I suspect that telling paying customers to clear their cache is gonna go over like a big ol’ green turd in a pickle jar.

Dixie, when your site was free and people supported you (like I did) because they wanted to, if your shit didn’t work, well, the site was free and we were getting what we paid for. You are fixing to start taking people’s money very soon, and you had best up your game, or you are gonna be returning that money hand over fist.

Let’s play “WHAT IF…”

WHAT IF… Twiggy had been born in Ireland as a male.

Well, this one is easy. Twiggy as a male would be that parasite widely known as Ireland’s Patriot. Yes, the human stick figure with the incredible hydrocephalic noggin and the somewhat over-exaggerated opinion of himself (and by “somewhat”, I mean “infinitely”) is obviously the male Irish Twiggy. The resemblance is nothing short of remarkable.

Ireland’s Pissant has been hanging out in the live chat on the UKMuppets carrying on deep and meaningful conversations with himself, as is his wont. He vomited up these pearls just a short time ago:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I have no idea who “Junior” is, but seriously, NO ONE on the planet is going to walk the other way when they see the scrawny apparition that is Ireland’s Patriot. The Pissant rambles on about old people and how they all hate him (pssssst, shit head, everyone hates you. That club is open to all applicants. No age restrictions apply) and they are all anons and old and also they are old. It seems blimp-head has a thing about age. I think he hates his mother and this is his way of expressing it.

 

Remember this one? Mommy makes IP cry, cry like a wee lass, as they say in the Land of Lucky Charms.

Mandela Effect Is Real or Fake?

In my self-medicated state I’ve been obsessing with the Mandela Effect and the TV show Flipper.  The new generation and future generations will probably never know the TV show because it is another piece of history that is being erased or forgotten. Is this a result of the Mandela Effect or was it not a good TV show to remember?

I first found out about the Mandela Effect a few months ago while having lunch with a friend; I thought my friend was on drugs and disregarded it.  During the next few weeks after that lunch my friend showed me different examples of the Mandela Effect.  I still brushed him off but between my medicated state and the Facebook Scandal I’m thinking it might be real.

The Mandela Effect, put simply, is remembering things differently than how they actually happened.  I believe we all do this during our lifetime.  Such as Bob who was a drunken, thieving criminal during his life but once Bob dies he was a kind and loving man.  This happens often, people are thought of in high regards once they die when in reality people are held in low regard when they are alive. Except Hitler. I digress.  Another example would be we remembered something being really exciting or big in our younger years then as adults we see it and realize we were fooled.  Ah, to be a kid again.

With the little research I’ve conducted regarding the Mandela Effect, I’m only seeing it’s changing in different forms of media, such as a TV show or newspaper, which makes me think of George Orwell’s 1984.  In the book, Big Brother changes reality by having workers alter the past newspapers and other items, giving false facts. They change and re-change these facts over time.  With that much change who can remember what really happened?  Here is a little clip of the movie but if you haven’t read 1984 you should. It’s even on audio book for those of you who can’t read.

This is what I think the Mandela Effect is: SOMETHING happened in reality and now people are changing the record of the event and we are forced to remember it differently.  This would include changing the spelling from Berenstein Bears to Berenstain Bears.  Technology is amazing these days, while watching The Titanic I really thought I was watching real people on a cruise ship, but it was all fake,  all technology.  It seems most people can alter media pretty easy these days, for example, did you ever see people’s tinder profile pictures?  All of them have been altered to fit their needs. I digress once again.  I believe that with the ease of altering digital media, said media has become a playground for the Mandela Effect.  I don’t know about you, but I don’t have that much time to alter the past or the desire to. Who does?  However, it seems many people do as there are several examples of it out on the interwebs.  Is Big Brother doing it? Maybe some teenage kids with time on their hands since they don’t play outside anymore? Maybe it’s some corporate conglomerate bringing us to such confusion that we will believe anything and accept their notions that they don’t over-charge us on everything.  Or maybe there is a secret society that has decided our world needs morals and they are changing history to make us a better human society?

Hmmmm, I’m going with corporate conglomerates or teenagers.  I must mention that it is thought that the Mandela Effect is created by parallel universes mixing with one another.  Hogwash.  The only thing mixing is my drink…. or is it drank?

 

SlayaSweetie – Asshole of the Month

When called out about her doxing on the JTV chatango shoutbox, first she lied, then she gave excuses, then she asked the peanut gallery if they wanted my IP address.

What a fucking asshole.

The porcine New Zealander denied breaking the only rule of McGregor’s shoutbox. When confronted with a screencap of her guilt, she then argued that what she did was alright because it had been done on battlecam and facebook already. When it was pointed out to her that what was posted elsewhere had no bearing on what she posted in the shoutbox, she then said it was alright because it was someone’s arrest record.

When I refused to roll over and demanded that she remove herself from the chatbox, she then offered up my IP address to the assembled anons, thereby demonstrating a continued willingness to keep on doxing.

Slaya, you are an unmitigated, dyed-in-the-wool, pure ASSHOLE. You are a liar, a hypocrite, you are a wannabe Scruffy, abusing your moderator status in McGregor’s chatbox.

Rest assured, if the opportunity ever comes my way for payback, it will be delivered with interest.

Some Pigs are more equal than others.

Animal Farm was required reading in the sixth grade, and there is a very famous line in the final chapter: ALL ANIMALS ARE EQUAL. BUT SOME ANIMALS ARE MORE EQUAL THAN OTHERS.

In yet another example of how life imitates art, a moderator on the JTV Shoutbox broke the one and only rule of the JTV Shoutbox, and is going to get away with it.


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I have no doubt she will find it in her heart to forgive herself.

Now GoutBoy is leaving us!

First, Scruffy announced her imminent departure (and there was much rejoicing):

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now it would appear that whatever Scruffy has (Hashbrown Syndrome or Australian Crotch Rot or some other exotic disorder) has been contracted by her progeny, the obese coder himself, GoutBoy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yes, GoutBoy is in “horrific fucking pain”, which is one level above “ouchy booboo pain”. In point of fact, GoutBoy says that he feels like “someone is shoving a railroad spike into my ear”. I suspect there is no shortage of volunteers for the position of Railroad Spike Shover. I’m not doing anything this weekend, so if those parties currently doing the railroad spike shoving need a break, please let me know in the comment section and I shall be on the way in short order.

Bon Voyage, GoutBoy. The road to hell is paved in railroad spikes.

No Umbrella Needed

May the sun shine on the world.  Ok I might be a little tipsy.  Recently I bought a pineapple corer and I must say I am in love.  Not only do i have perfect slices of pineapple for all my pineapple needs, I decided to use the shell of the pineapple for a fruity frilly drink.  I found the need for a little umbrella dumb since I made a tiny hat out of the top of the pineapple.

Enjoy.