An homage to Donleavy's The Unexpurgated Code which I cowrote with Kat some time in 2010. I can't remember who should be blamed for what, but probably quite a lot of it is my fault. It was quietly languishing in my writing section, but now that's being closed down I thought I had to move it to a new home. Don't blame me or Kat, blame Goodreads management.
On conducting a flame war with one’s sock puppet
Treat yourself the same way you would anyone else. If you think your sock puppet has said something dumb, don’t hesitate to point it out. Stoop as low as you like. Employ abusive language and ad hominem arguments. Quote him out of context if that helps, or simply misquote him if that’s easier. If you feel you’re losing, flag him or make threats to get him banned from the site.
Needless to say, your sock puppet should respond in kind. You’ll know you’ve got it right if you both end up being banned and none of your online friends ever talk to you again. Don’t be disappointed if you aren’t able to get there in one go. You may have some vestigial scraps of niceness left in the depths of your psyche, but be reassured that practice makes perfect, and that 18 hours a day of online social networking will soon eradicate whatever remaining humanity you may still possess.
On having so many online friends that you can’t remember even 10% of their names
You may be aware that you are a very sad person. But do you really want to go to these lengths to make sure that everyone else in the world is aware of it too?
On End User License Agreements
Every time you actually read one of these stupid documents, you discover a minute later that you’re bored, uncomprehending, scared or angry. Often it’s all four at once. Even if iTunes leaves you with a burning desire to at least try to use their software to create weapons of mass destruction, just to be contrary, it is still not advisable - you always accept anyway. So do yourself a favour and don’t bother.
On being interrupted when you are on the point of beating your high score
Irrespective of whether it’s your boss offering you a promotion or your lover offering you an unforgettable sexual experience, do not allow yourself to be distracted. You’ll only regret it later. Though, if your boss is very hot and is offering you both a promotion and some unforgettable sex at the same time, it is considered polite to pause briefly before declining.
On setting up an account in the name of God
It’s seriously blasphemous and tends to make you persona non grata with all the site’s social directors. But it’s fun. The thrill you get when you receive your first burned offering is definitely worth all the trouble, and if you’re lucky someone might even sacrifice their first-born to you before the account is inevitably flagged and closed down.
On having one’s friend request accepted by a porn star
Don’t, for God’s sake, go around bragging that you’re now friends with this tacky silicon-enhanced woman that no one’s ever heard of. Obviously she accepts every friend request she receives from miserable jerks like you, so that she can increase her miniscule chances of getting invited to the Playboy Mansion to have creepy sex with Hugh Heffner or one of his other octogenarian cronies.
Writing to her will only make it worse. Most likely, she can’t write; if she can write, she won’t reply; and if, completely against the odds, she can both write and sends you a non-form reply, you’ll only feel even more pathetic and inadequate than you do now. You don’t want to believe this is possible, but trust me, it is.
On accidentally forwarding a sexy private email to everyone at your place of work
The problem is that no one will tell you you’ve done it, and, even if your Sent folder indubitably shows that you did, the uncertainty will start to prey on your mind. Next time you’re talking to people around the water cooler, try including one or two of the racier lines, keeping a straight face and pretending that it was something you saw on TV last night. If someone starts laughing hysterically, at least you’ll know for sure.
On being a middle-aged man impersonating a much younger woman
Do try to make an effort and get your story straight before you begin. There is nothing quite as disappointing as finding that you have forgotten your age, cup size or sexual orientation halfway through a promising conversation with another sad, middle-aged individual who’s on the point of believing your preposterous collection of lies.
On writing a dissertation entirely plagiarised from the Web
When found out, explain that you didn’t think you were doing anything wrong. If that doesn’t work, try weeping silently. If that doesn’t work either, you may have to write your own fucking dissertation.
On obsessively editing Wikipedia articles to reflect your own narrow view of reality
I know. Every time you read 1984, you wish you’d been born in Stalinist Russia. But you weren’t. Better get used to it, dude.
On the dangers of using multiple simultaneous cybersex windows
You may be appalled at your clumsiness in accidentally typing “i reach down and feel your tits” in the window where you’re supposed to be hanging by your hands from a chandelier. But you’ll be surprised how few of your partners notice. Probably most of them are also in the middle of two or three parallel cybersex sessions.