WordPress, User Roles and God

A couple of days back, I decided to make another blog entirely for indie, not-so-well-known, hipster etc. music, but I couldn’t do it alone. I knew this would soon die if I didn’t have other people pitching in. So I asked a very close-to-my-heart friend to help me out.

Here in WordPress, only people with WP accounts can go and collaborate on a single blog. So I sent her an invite.

The next step was to decide what she would be in the blog, and WordPress makes a description of the user roles along with an evident hierarchy of it (the roles, that is).

Contributor

A contributor can edit their posts but cannot publish them. When a contributor creates a post, it will need to be submitted to an administrator for review. Once a contributor’s post is approved by an administrator and published, however, it may no longer be edited by the contributor.

The Contributors, if I were to compare them in a religious stand point, are the common people of God.

Author

An author can edit, publish and delete their posts, as well as upload files/images.

The Author would probably be the priests, pope, bishops etc.

Editor

An editor can publish, edit, and delete any posts/pages, moderate comments, manage categories, manage tags, manage links and upload files/images.

Now the Editor, I believe, is Jesus Christ. The Prophet. It kinda suits him, right?

And finally:

Administrator

An administrator has full and complete ownership of a blog, and can do absolutely everything. This person has complete power over posts/pages, comments, settings, theme choice, import, users – the whole shebang. Nothing is off-limits, including deleting the entire blog.

Only one administrator per blog is recommended!

God is the Administrator. He can do anything and nothing is off-limits. But there is a catch, there should only be one.

Now I’ve got nothing to prove with I just discovered :P I just thought it might be interesting for you to know :D

My Reaction to Non-Smokers/Drinkers, Virgins, Law Abiders and Scholars on Facebook

There are some pretty boring things that happen on Facebook, some of them worth ignoring, some of them extremely annoying (like the pillow fight thing) and some of them are just plain stupid. As a lover of knowledge, logic and philosophy (redundant, I know), I got pissed when I read a certain ‘status update’. If you haven’t read it, it goes:

I’ve never had sex. Never smoked. Never got drunk. Never been arrested. Never snuck out or ever skipped class. Copy and paste this as your status, who ever likes it, thinks you’re lying.

To my disgust I replied Continue reading “My Reaction to Non-Smokers/Drinkers, Virgins, Law Abiders and Scholars on Facebook”

My Love for Blogs (Things I Love and Hate About WordPress.com)

Throughout the course of my time, I’ve been switching from one blogging site to another. Most of them, admittedly, have more diverse functions than WordPress. But to be honest, those functions simply destroy what it means to blog and to be a blogger. And because I have too much free time before my next class (Political Science. Our professor is so hot and he’s got the voice to match it as well :P ) I’ll blog my adventures during my adolescent years; rebelling against the norms and expressing them through writing.

My first ever “blog” (as far as I can remember) was friendster.com. During its time it was the most popular site for teen angst and attention seeking egoness-ness. I was pretty young and curious so I went and made an account. It was PRETTY DAMN BORING hahaha! So I never used it since the day I first signed up for it. The idea of “giving”/posting testimonials on someone’s page was uninteresting. It was a stupid idea to make that account. I hope friendster.com closes, it’s a waste of sever space, I jest.

Years passed until I made another blog. It was during summer 2008 when I opened my multiply.com site; I was pretty happy with it. Multiply.com allowed me to mold it to anything I wanted. I could install Continue reading “My Love for Blogs (Things I Love and Hate About WordPress.com)”

This is what happens when you slightly piss me off on my blog

This is what the fucking redneck wrote

yer such a drama queen, yknow? suing yer father is soo trying hard. next time i come upon an interesting blog name, i’ll look at the profile picture of the prson and judge them. hahaha!!!1!1

And here’s the url to it  link

And here’s the proof of the comment

Now here’s the problem you little fucking prick. How dare you judge me like you know me so well. Like you know me like the back of your hand. Just because you’ve read one blog of mine means that you know my whole entire life?! You call me a drama queen but you have no fucking idea what I’ve been through and no one knows about it ’cause I’m too ashamed to tell them what I’ve done in the past you fucking asshole. Do you even know what my father did to me and my mother? NO YOU DON’T. You obviously haven’t heard of the term “don’t judge a book by its cover” ’cause of all of your narcissistic bullshit that’s spilling out of your overgrown ego which is blocking your lost logic and reasoning, which I know you’ll never be able to get back or even develop.

You know what you are? You’re an uneducated, ignorant little pissant whose got personality issues. Yeah, you are obviously uneducated, you can’t even type a simple hate sentence right. Have you ever heard of capital letters? A sentence always begins with a capital letter, a proper noun, like a person’s name, begins with a capital letter, a proper noun, like a place, begins with a capital letter, proper nouns, which are SPECIAL names, begin with a capital letter. But obviously you wouldn’t know that ’cause you never paid attention in you class. I pity the breadwinners of your family, their hard work to pay for your education was just flushed down the toilet. In fact they should’ve just flushed it down, why waste it on you if they could use it to wipe their ass instead?

If you can’t find the conclusions to my premises and enthymemes, then you my little ignoramus, redneck, pissant, asswipe are no use of talking to. I wouldn’t dare have a logical argument with you. You obviously have nothing to prove to me. You now have the burden of proof. Your move.

PS. I was kind enough to remove your email an IP address in the picture above. Piss me off again and I’ll be giving your email to everyone, agreed? Good.

10 Things Women Forget To Do During Sex!

Grab this interesting sex thing off facebook :))

1. Vocalize your enjoyment! Listening to a woman bellow in ecstasy “I’m … COOOOOOOMING!” is as good, if not better, than the sex itself.

2. … but don’t forget that other people in house/apartment nearby will hear you, especially if he is awkward about that sort of thing.

3. NO. TEETH. (What are you, eighteen? You should know that by now, really.)

4. Offering to let him come on your face will make his friggin‘ day. If that’s too porn-y for you, let him come on your chest instead.

5. That slow, gentle, tender sex you’re having? It’s probably for your benefit, not his. “Guys love the express train 90 percent of the time, so get off the local!” Maybe just be clear that there should be a fast sex/slow sex balance in the relationship, lest he think you like the jackhammering as much as he does.

6. Men don’t only love penis massages—they love back and shoulder massages, too. Making him come then rolling him over and mounting his butt to administer a back massage is a lovely way to bring on A Post-Coital Man Nap.

7. Wait to hop in the shower and wash all that dirty, dirty sex off. “Come back to bed after you’re done warding off a UTI in the loo when we’re finished—there’s nothing like savoring the moment.” Aww, they get lonely when we leave them in bed by themselves!

8. Boys have nipples, too, and sometimes, they can be very sensitive. His junk isn’t the only place he wants you to kiss!

9. Assume your guy’s anus is feeling neglected, too. “Don’t forget that some guys like a pinkie in the ass.” He just might be too embarrassed to ask for it, so let your fingers wander and see what happens.

10. Get out of the bedroom. “Women forget to have sex anywhere other than in bed without guidance.” I think this means he likes to do it in the shower?