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The Block Tool

I have been wanting to write an article on the topic of blocking for a while.  Blocking is one of those tools that is unique to modern communication; you can block phone numbers, e-mail addresses and, on a lot of websites, specific users.  So this is going to be a basic play through of: what is it? and what does it mean to be blocked?  The "what is it" will cover the technical aspects; the "what does it mean" will cover the social implications. What is the block tool? The block tool is a tool that allows one deviant to keep another from watching them, commenting on their deviations/journals/personal forums/shout boxes/profiles and from favou

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The Block Tool

I have been wanting to write an article on the topic of blocking for a while.  Blocking is one of those tools that is unique to modern communication; you can block phone numbers, e-mail addresses and, on a lot of websites, specific users.  So this is going to be a basic play through of: what is it? and what does it mean to be blocked?  The "what is it" will cover the technical aspects; the "what does it mean" will cover the social implications. What is the block tool? The block tool is a tool that allows one deviant to keep another from watching them, commenting on their deviations/journals/personal forums/shout boxes/profiles and from favou

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