You must be smarter than this stick, etc.

A fresh encounter with that wondrous breed, the ISP Postmaster Who Knows Jack Shit, and Jack Left Town. Two separate episodes in two business days from the same twit, in fact. The first one was mildly stupid; the second was epic-level retardation. To wit, one of his users got the Beagle virus--that's the one that shows up as being from "YOURDOMAIN.COM's Management Team" or words to that effect, for those of you who are playing along at home--so he is throwing a hissy fit about people forging his domain name and he wants us to help him pursue them to the full extent bla bla bla. (Why us? Because the virus forged in a random envelope-From, as viruses are wont to do, only it happened to be one of our users. We so lucky.) Mind you, this virus has been out for nigh on a year now...I managed, by dint of great effort, to craft a response that didn't ask him what bucket he'd fucking well been living under for the past N months.

Edit: And then the fucktard had the gall, after I spent my time explaining his job to him that our user's address had been forged in, to write back saying "MAKE HIM STOP PRETENDING HE'S US!!1!"

We give them books, and they chew the covers.

what the next GTA should be

"Grand Theft Auto: Calumet City". The radio stations, of course, specialize in blues.

Let me also take this opportunity to comment on the particular circle of Hell reserved for cable channels that cut and bleep movies, even ones being shown in the evening, in really obvious ways. There's some special brimstone reserved for proponents of the squish-o-credits syndrome, too.