Crazy People off the Internet
The internet is full of mental. Ever been threatened with violence? Did it spill over into real life? Tell us your story. Or maybe you wish to buck the trend and tell us about the how you've met lots of quite nice, sane people.
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( , Thu 22 Nov 2012, 11:54)
The internet is full of mental. Ever been threatened with violence? Did it spill over into real life? Tell us your story. Or maybe you wish to buck the trend and tell us about the how you've met lots of quite nice, sane people.
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( , Thu 22 Nov 2012, 11:54)
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I'm an AirBnB hipster
I took a month off work to drive across the USA in 2005. Before I left I set up a website with a map which people could mark with their location and an offer to trade a bed for beer.
The end result was I stayed with random people from the Internet every night for a month, except four, including two nights where I was just so drunk I passed out in the back seat of the car.
Some of them I had e-known for years but many were just random SomethingAwful goons, or friends of friends of people I'd met earlier in the trip. I was plastered every night (except the weekend with the Mormons), went to a random bachelor party and a homecoming dance (not on the same night, sadly) and met an incredible number of fantastic people. I suppose this sort of thing is a lot less scary for a 6 foot guy than for a lone girl but even so it was striking how welcoming and easygoing everybody was. The trip made a huge impact on my attitude to strangers in general.
The best part was carting around a giant spiral bound art pad and telling (almost) everyone I met to draw me a Top Trump card for themself. Have a nose around here if you like. It's not exhaustive (I was slapdash with it at best) but you get the idea.
( , Fri 23 Nov 2012, 10:35, Reply)
I took a month off work to drive across the USA in 2005. Before I left I set up a website with a map which people could mark with their location and an offer to trade a bed for beer.
The end result was I stayed with random people from the Internet every night for a month, except four, including two nights where I was just so drunk I passed out in the back seat of the car.
Some of them I had e-known for years but many were just random SomethingAwful goons, or friends of friends of people I'd met earlier in the trip. I was plastered every night (except the weekend with the Mormons), went to a random bachelor party and a homecoming dance (not on the same night, sadly) and met an incredible number of fantastic people. I suppose this sort of thing is a lot less scary for a 6 foot guy than for a lone girl but even so it was striking how welcoming and easygoing everybody was. The trip made a huge impact on my attitude to strangers in general.
The best part was carting around a giant spiral bound art pad and telling (almost) everyone I met to draw me a Top Trump card for themself. Have a nose around here if you like. It's not exhaustive (I was slapdash with it at best) but you get the idea.
( , Fri 23 Nov 2012, 10:35, Reply)
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