Fregoli delusion
Fregoli delusion is a rare brain phenomenon in which a person holds the belief that different people are, in fact, the same person in a variety of disguises. It is often associated with paranoia and the belief that the person in disguise is trying to persecute them. The condition is named after the Italian actor Leopoldo Fregoli who was renowned for his ability to make quick changes of appearance during his stage act. It was first reported in 1927 in the case study of a 27-year-old woman who believed she was being persecuted by two actors whom she often went to see at the theatre. She believed that these people “pursued her closely, taking the form of people she knows or meets”.
When you can inflict this condition upon others, you have won.
*100*
Well, this is kind of special… the 100th post to this blog!
Ok, not the 100th public post, sure, but 100 nonetheless. Yes, there are a good deal of private posts as well that are intended for a much smaller audience.
And what’s on tonight’s agenda for nitpicking my favorite group of “vapid cunts with severe mental problems” (to quote one of the mifs themselves)?
THIS, just posted to amputee_milfs.
Oh, no, really, milfs? Someone on the Internet does not live 100% to the letter of what their profile reads? I stand with you here, shocked and appalled. Actually, the most shocking part of this is that one of the milfs was so achingly desperate for some Starla love that she actually took the effort to find this minor inconsistency. I mean, it really goes a long way towards showing just how obsessive the milfs can truly be about the people they love…
And 22 recovered posts later, I assure you, they have loved none more than me. These milfs are the very lowest class of human being (even that’s generous), the ones evolution has passed by, who of course justify themselves in their own feeling of superiority and entitlement by clinging tightly to other sub-evolved piggies like themselves. After all, when one vapid cunt finds another vapid cunt, they assume just because they’re both vapid cunts, that it’s ok to be vapid cunts. Check out this post a milf made to her journal, and revel in the feeling of a person dealing with the basest, most trivial of issues (and one centuries old, to boot), yet doing it with a patent sense of reeking, nausea-inducing, holier-than-thou superiority. You can actually hear the condescending, “I’m-talking-to-a-5-year-old” tone this is written with.
Don’t be fooled by these gossamer efforts at sincerity. These are people who delight in the pain and misery of others, who take joy in suffering. Pain, sorrow, loss, death… none of it’s real to them. It’s all just a game.
Very well, then… let’s play.
A New Twist
Well, just when things were about to get really interesting, they get interesting in a way I hadn’t been anticipating.
First of all, for the past few days I’ve noticed my hit count here has really been skyrocketing. Far more traffic than normal for this blog. I mean, I get a fair share, but this was a definite spike in readership. A sustained spike, I should add, because the count hasn’t really been dropping.
Then, while off on a recent trip I took, I get one of those rare Internet-placed phone calls, the kind where a hapless operator simply reads off a message in a monotone voice. The message was from a particular individual asking me to contact them. Now, not realizing this had a thing to do with my online stuff, I followed up and made contact with this person.
Without saying too much… my blog here has attracted the attention of some people for reasons entirely outside of my original intentions, who are quite enthused at certain collaborations that can be made. I can help them. They can help me. Both sides are greatly looking forward to reaping the fruits of our mutual labors.
Which is good, because, thanks to recent discoveries on my part, my own path had taken a rather impulsive turn that was unlikely to end well. I have found contacting milfs in person leads to… negative thoughts. Long story short, that eggplant is quite the little butterball IRL. And I know this because, just the other night, walking out of a McDonalds, he passed within feet of me, wholly oblivious to the fact that he was just a few yards away from Dorian Thorn. I still LOL at how much of a shock it would have been to him if I’d popped out of my car just then… heheh.
BUT, thankfully, we can push that down the road a bit more, since this new partnership is going to prove a lot more fun. All that said, I think a slight change to my logo is in order…
The Junkyard
In a lot of ways, a web server is sort of like a city, with a bunch of neighborhoods, communities, etc. It’s got its private homes, its gated communities, its banks, and all kinds of places where security is tight and little sneaky theives like me would have all kinds of trouble getting into.
But then, there is always a junkyard. The dump. The place where everyone’s trash goes. The place where things that were once in those closed communities get dumped, and of course, once they’re in that junkyard, security is pretty nominal. A chain-link fence, maybe, but that’s about it.
LiveJournal’s web server is no different. Sure, it’s got those areas that are seriously tough to crack into. But it’s got a junkyard, too. And a junkyard is a place people can go poking around in with minimal effort.
What am I talking about here? These two entries:
http://community.livejournal.com/goms_sux/5873.html
http://community.livejournal.com/goms_sux/6238.html
Now, what caught my eye on these was that they were both posted by whereinchicago. What drove me bananas about them for a bit was the fact that they endlessly came up as “error no such entry”. Then it dawned on me… I’m looking at deleted posts. Here’s what I was able to recover.
The first one, all the code and stuff cut out, looks basically like:
“Don’t feel like toggling so many links to view Starla’s latest creations x-posted on her Blogspot? Well, then, how about adding an RSS feed for her? Thanks to Really Simple Syndication, you can have all your lulz provided directly for free on your El Jay friend page:
[image file here I couldn't recover]
The nice thing about RSS is that it updates public content daily if something is posted. Additionally, it’s one less bookmark to go through. And since she deletes her journal 1,378,583 times a month, the feed can readily be updated as need be.
(Minor Disclaimer: When you first add this RSS feed, it will clog up your friend page because it was spidered for the first time. This brought up all the recent posts in her blog and will cause about 10 entries to appear on your friend page.)”
The second post:
“In this post, swivelchair-fun noted how Starla decided to abandon her Blawgspot and focus on blogging over at MySpace. Oh noes!
Never fear… I created another RSS, this one being for her MySpace blog, which we know she won’t delete because she has too many fans for her ~*ART*~ over there.
Don’t be fooled by the name “starlaart.blogspot.com” listed on the syndication source, the RSS actually directs to her MySpace blog.
Starlart. Starlababble. Starlove. Starlamanda. Prettypillz. Bitch, make up your mind!”
That one had a pic I was able to get at: HERE.
So, what does this tell us? Well, aside from the fact that whereinchicago was the one who created both the starla_nom_nom feeds, not a whole lot.
But of course, considering I can now dig up deleted posts…
Think about it. amputee_milfs deleted 108 posts. Supposedly all about me. And in doing so, in taking them out of that gated community and dumping them into the junkyard, they put them squarely within my reach. Heheh.
True, whole posts are tough to find, because there is a vast amount of clutter, and the amount of deleted comments everywhere is ludicrous. So, I may not find all 108. But odds are, I’ll find at least some of them.
Gee, hope there isn’t anything in those posts that might stir things up again…
So, yeah… free advice: from this point out, you might want to delete fucking nothing.
ETA: LJ is like a city… with a junkyard the size of the fucking planet Jupiter. :P
*sigh*
You know, I used to joke about how the milfs were all fangirls of mine who simply couldn’t stop fapping to my pics.
Sadly, it turns out they’re actually much bigger fangirls of someone else:
As one former milf described it, it’s a “Starla feeding frenzy” in there (aside from the BLT thread, that is…).
Basically, they’re still just doing what they always do: stealing pics, bashing people who are better than they are, fapping to nudes of people who pwned them… the usual.
Talking about people while utterly lacking the balls to talk to them.
I can’t wait to see the looks on their faces when I start popping up. Can’t really avoid talking to someone when he’s standing right in your face now, can you?
All for the lulz, of course…
I still can’t believe none of them see where this is all headed…
Teratophilia
[This might have been the last post, but of course, some people just can't get enough of me...]
It looks as though this entry is going to end up being posted on the 29th, which suits my sense of symmetry quite nicely. July 29th, though I doubt few other than me recall this, marks exactly one year to the day since the original post made to getoffmyspace that started all of this…
I
So, let’s take a moment to roll those clocks back one year. Let’s not forget where this all started; an infant named Caleb dying at three weeks old in his parents’ arms. Then, an online community that likes making fun of people’s MySpaces decides to go after Caleb’s memorial page (created to help network with other parents who have suffered similar losses), and in the process slurs Caleb’s memory, both his parents, and also every effort those parents have made to attempt to cope with this loss in the few short months it has been since Caleb’s death.
Caleb is publically called “an abomination”. This is referred to as one of “a bunch of great comments“.
Caleb’s father, made aware of this posting, contacts several members of the community, naturally angry, and attempts to reason with them. More lulz, as his emails are simply re-posted to the community. Then, having dropped from view, nude photos surface, with the potential of getting ahold of more, supposedly “secret” photos. These pictures are trolled, “stolen”, reposted, advantage taken of this father in every way imaginable, and a concentrated effort is made by the community to humiliate, embarass, and ultimately, destroy his life. For, of course, the lulz. Because it’s just the Internet, and the Internet isn’t serious, even though they were actively using it to ruin someone’s life.
A word to the wise. When the Internet’s been used to target your life, it starts seeming a lot more serious.
Of course, that’s not the way things actually were. Turns out this was all just a clever prank, the dad was no stranger to his nudes being publically displayed, and everyone got a good laugh. And then, of course, as the dad had anticipated (and, in fact, warned them against doing), the amputee_milfs started their shit…
But wait, you say. How can I hold anyone responsible for anything that happened, as “goombatree” was the ringleader, and I was the one publishing all this? How indeed? Look at that again. Goombatree simply handed over the tools; it was the rest of the community that used them. Goombatree did not start an Encyclopedia Dramatica page aimed at shattering a man’s life and humiliating him to the point that he would forever flee the Internet. No, that was all GOMS’ doing, for, if one recalls, they used to be a community of trolls. They used to find people who they deemed should “get off MySpace” and then actively try to drive them off MySpace, as well as YouTube, etc, pretty much off the Internet altogether. (According to one member of amputee_milfs, the one community memory in milfs is simply a post collecting all known accounts of Starla’s, across the entire Internet. Because I’m the obsessive one…?)
They… don’t do that anymore, of course. That’s all changed now. If you want to know why, read the rest of this blog.
Main point here? When my pics were being used to harass, stalk, humiliate, and destroy me, it was all great lulz and fun and laughter. ”Best post ever” in GOMS. Filed in community memories under “EPIC EPIC EPIC”. Then the twist, and suddenly it’s all gross, I’m a twisted deviant, all the posts get deleted, etc, etc. Oh, and of course, at least eight members of amputee_milfs had supposedly “known all along” that goombatree was me. Sure they did.
The members of getoffmyspace, and later of amputee_milfs, are the ones that did all this. I simply provided them the tools to see how far they would take it, and they ran as far as their little snarky legs would carry them. The fact that I knew I was immune to whatever they would try is irrelevant, because they did not know, and thought they were actually doing this degree of harm.
As if there is anything a simple online snark community could do to harm someone after they’ve been through…
II
This is all ancient history, of course, but I feel it’s important to really outline the way I see this, to truly give one some perspective on just how far things went before the mods stopped celebrating how “epic” it all was and started stepping in to actually do something about it (far too late, I might add).
“Internet Is Serious Business”. That’s the joke, of course, which actually says, “none of this is important”. And the incredible irony is… yes, it is, actually. The Internet doesn’t matter when it’s just you browsing around at stuff. But that all changed with the rise of these social networks. It’s not simply you on a website anymore, you’re in neighborhoods now, surrounded by other actual people. This is not a drill or a simulation. Every screen name and user ID you encounter online is another living, flesh-and-blood human being. There’s no such thing as “Internet People”. They’re all just… people. You, me, GOMS, the milfs, all of us. Of course, the people who run and participate in a community like getoffmyspace are the scum of the earth, and the people in amputee_milfs are the ones who are even too sleazy for that…
That’s my opinion, of course (and the opinion of much of the Internet by this point), and we’re all allowed to have those, after all. I’ve never begrudged anyone having an opinion. It’s fine to not like someone. But the moment you create an entire community whose sole purpose is to find people to attack and defame publically? Sure, there’s freedom of speech. But there’s also yelling FIRE in a crowded theater. You can’t use your freedom of speech to potentially inflict harm… oh, but of course, LJ’s TOS says it’s OK. They’re fine with you saying, posting, doing whatever (actually they aren’t which is why the milfs hide so much, too much DMCA-able content in that comm) because LJ are firm supporters of free speech, and the free interchange of ideas, because those are the principles our country was founded on, right?
Wrong. Our country was founded on principles that said if the rules don’t work, if they are no longer in the best interests of the people, then you change them, even if you have to have a fucking Revolution to get it done.
The only difference between people in snark communities and roving gangs that set fire to the homeless is the forum they choose to do it in. It’s a personal assault on an individual, every snark post made to every snark comm, anywhere on the Internet. You know what snark communities were a few hundred years back? They were the bloodthirsty crowd who flocked to the public executions to jeer as some poor hapless soul, usually not deserving, was brutally put to death in whatever henious method was in vogue at the time. Now, snark communities currently remain legal, because the potential damage they do has not yet been addressed by lawmakers, probably because no one’s gone on an actual killing spree yet. YET. Thus, the “rules” say they are okay. Well, I say they’re not.
And these are truths I hold to be self-evident.
About time for a Revolution, I think.
III
What does it take? What does it take to get people to understand that we’re all one and the same, and that snark communities lay a foundation fraught with devastating consequences? They teach us to pseudospeciate on a vast scale, and it becomes almost habitual to regularly tear others apart for our own amusement. Nothing, after all, makes us feel as though we belong more than when we can point our fingers at someone who we can say doesn’t.
It’s always too easy to spot the differences between ourselves and others; the challenge lies in seeing how we are the same.
I never saw anyone online as just some random Internet person. They’ve always been quite real to me, people I can go and meet if I choose (and have done, plenty of times). They aren’t amputee_milfs and LiveJournal screen names. They are Frank, and Shaun, and Julie, and Karen, and Kelly (twice), and Janelle, and Ricki, and Alice, and Kris, and Audrey, and Liz, and Brandy, and Trish, and Claire, and Nicole, and Mike, and Jared, and Sarah, and Jasmine, and Jenn, and Travis, and Taylor, and on, and on, and on. You get the point. We’re all people. All of us are in the same boat. And, given that we’re all people, I find it an offense to my species that people like those I’ve just mentioned here do what they do and give the rest of us such a bad name. Some people simply have to learn the errors of their ways.
Of course, those who can’t seem to learn on their own, must be taught…
And why me? What gives me the right to say what one group chooses to do is wrong and what another chooses is right?
Because some truths are self-evident…
It’s funny, some of the things one picks up when your child dies in your arms… it really brings the important things sharply into focus.
But this isn’t about me. It never has been, and that’s one of the points that have been consistently missed. It’s not about me at all, it’s about these people, people like them, and what they do. Having been an outcast for some time, through Thorn Enterprises I have come to know a great many outcasts, and have also come to know firsthand the dangers of ostracism, and the damage it does. And just who do these snark comms target? The outcasts. My outcasts. Anyone who is different, anyone they can pseudospeciate to give them some vague sense of community, of belonging.
They say I take things too seriously? The members of amputee_milfs have demonstrated their willingness to be harassed, stalked, and threatened, on and off the Internet, just to hang onto their little club. Half a dozen members openly keep things going by including “secretive members-only hate clubs” in their interests on their profiles, all while claiming they do nothing. They cannot get away from it, remain far more obsessive that I ever was, and humbly accept whatever I throw at them, only daring to voice any complaint while hiding in their community, because they simply don’t have any other choice.
That’s why they can’t stand me. Through goombatree, then through my publicizing amputee_milfs, I held a mirror up to their faces and forced them to confront the kind of people they really are, and they are all very ugly indeed. With me around, they can’t pretend that what they do is OK. They have to call me every name under the sun, track me all over the Internet, follow me, make fun, dehumanize me at every chance, because if they even begin to accept that I’m right… well. Then they have to accept that they are simply… bad people. Fundamentally flawed.
What it all comes down to, basically, is that some people just like hurting other people. And the members of amputee_milfs, despite whatever justifications they use (“it’s just fun conversation”, “it’s only LiveJournal”, “it’s just a snark community”, etc., ad nauseum), are exactly the kind of people that just like hurting other people. Why do you think I call them “piggies”? Because they’re dirty, disgusting beasts that writhe around in their own filth.
Self-evident truths, milfs. Which is why the best strategy they could come up with to deal with me was “try to ignore him and hope he goes away”.
The Internet, by itself, is not serious business. But when people choose to victimize others on it, when the identity they choose to establish for themselves in this global community is one of hatred and intolerance, then it certainly becomes serious business. And to a guy like me, who has spent the last decade fighting against hatred and intolerance, it really doesn’t get any more serious. Especially when the hatred and intolerance is directed at my dead infant son.
You know, I find it almost unbelieveable that they’ve done this as long as they have, and actually find it surprising that someone has finally stood up and said “This shit is unacceptable, and you’re going to fucking stop now” and then proceeded to go after them with everything they’ve got. Is it really a surprise that after nearly four years of attacking innocent people for no reason whatsoever that this has happened? To me, the only surprise is that it took this long.
So you see, this is all so much bigger than a post about my son, a few snarky comments (or 4000) made about me, or even amputee_milfs or getoffmyspace itself. This is a much more widespread sickness that is reaching epidemic proportions. You see, snark comms teach people to pseudospeciate, to ostracize, to dehumanize. They ingrain basic intolerance. These are the skills the human race needs to be unlearning, not reinforcing. The Internet is a tool that has the potential, for the first time in human history, to make the world a truly unified, borderless community, and yet, human nature being what it is, people are using it to indulge the ugliness within us, the most primitive, savage side of us. We have within our hands a tool that can unify the globe, and people are using it to draw borders, cast out, and indulge their basest animal instincts…
…all for the lulz, of course.
IV
But all of this, this blog, this battle, why all this? What was the real reason behind it all? Was it simply a grief-stricken parent who, unable to do anything for his son during the three brief weeks of his life, finally had something he could do for his son’s memory? Sure, that was part of it, but wasn’t the main thing.
Was the fact that I’m an exhibitionist, and the idea of all these pictures of me becoming public domain is a bit of a thrill? Sure, that was part of it, but it wasn’t the main thing.
The main thing is, quite simply: I’m the good guy, and they’re the bad guys. And karma gets us all in the end.
And these are the truths that I hold to be self-evident.
With that, really, the only thing left to say is…
Introducing A Little Anarchy…
Here are two fun links:
Now, what are those, you may ask? Well, link #1 is a handy-dandy list of every entry in the community amputee_milfs, current through about the beginning of April. Link #2 is the list of entries they deleted, the ones all about me, that, when they got deleted, took more than 4000 comments with them.
Becuase they never discussed me at all, amirite?
That aside, you may still be wondering, why am I sharing these? I mean, they’re all locked entries, after all…
Well, here’s the thing… with the links about me removed, then, by process of elimination, most of the remaining links there are primarily about amputee_milfs‘ other main topic:
STARLA
And, hypothetically, say, if Starla herself was to be reading this blog, why, she could take that list of entries (again, LINK #1), and, well, she could go ahead and file one hell of a major kickass DMCA complaint, citing her pictures, her videos, pretty much anything she’s put online since last August, and probably 90% of those links would have to be removed.
Of course… that… wouldn’t leave all that much of a community, really…
Watch as I shed a tear. Maybe even two.
Then again, maybe not…
Weaving A Web
Well, by now, most of my readers know THIS happened last Friday night.
And if you don’t get that, you fail at GOMS.
But let’s examine, shall we? The story behind this meeting is simply one of coincidence, of me happening to be in the same place as Starla at the same time.
Really? I mean, sure, coincidental, but… really coincidental, now that one puts some thought into it. I mean, what do you all know about me and my social life? Aren’t I a guy who spends a lot more time at home, on the computer, doing online stuff, not really the type who you’d find out and about without a very specific purpose? And not just that, but… but I happened to have a goddamn camera on me when I just happened to bump into Starla?
Now, thinking about that, if this was, in fact, a bit more “arranged” than I have previously let on, how might I have known that Starla was going to be in the Boston area? I mean, it’s not like she would have mentioned that she was going to be seeing her brother’s band in her MySpace blog or anything, right? And I mean, anyone who has feeds to that blog (starla_nom_nom2 on LiveJournal, or my Thorn Enterprises forums, for example) wouldn’t have known about that ahead of time, right? And then, knowing that, why, wouldn’t it have been simplicity itself to simply check the band’s site, peek at the schedule, and see exactly where and when in Boston they were going to be playing, and then just make damn sure my ass was at that club at the same time?
Heheh…
Let’s put it this way. It’s just that simple to “bump into” people from the Internet. Once you know where they are, all you have to do is arrange to be there at the same time. One might say, aside from seeking a fairly epic photo op, that I was also out to prove a point… that, for me, anyway, it’s quite easy to jump right off your Internet and end up standing next to you…
Fun stuff. Oh, and on a completely unrelated note, I’m doing some traveling this summer. Starting, in fact, in just a few days. Got my tickets, packing some stuff today, ready to roll. Friday evening I’ll be on the move.
I wonder how many other people connected to the GOMS communities I might be “bumping into”? Because I guarantee you this… this Saturday, I’ll be meeting another one. And who can say how many more over the summer?
Well, actually… I can. But I’m keeping mum, I don’t want to ruin the surprise.
Here’s a hint… Friday, I’m heading southwest…
I’ve always found that people one has disagreements with online, or something like that, are suddenly much more amenable to mutual compromise when they find themselves face-to-face.
Seeya’ll soon…
making a list, checking it twice
gonna find out who’s naughty or nice
blt is coming to town…
Dreaming of milfs?
I had the weirdest dream the other night…
I was sitting in the kitchen of the place I used to live in Texas, which was weird because that kitchen didn’t have a table or chairs in it. So I’m sitting on the floor, and sitting across from me is longtime GOMS member and amputee_milfs member rawr_its_roonie. We’re having this deep, deep conversation, like we’ve been friends for years or something (don’t ask), and are talking about all this personal stuff (things I’ve dug up about her that I’m not going to reiterate here) and being all emotional and everything, like one of those late-night conversations that stretch into the wee hours of the morning. You know, those talks you have on occasion where you sit there and solve all the world’s problems. One of those talks.
So anyway, while this talk is going on, I’m thinking there’s something I’m supposed to be doing, and it seems really important, even though the talk is important too, and I know there’s some urgent reason why I can’t interrupt her (she was doing most of the talking, I was just listening). Then, I suddenly realize what it is, walk across the kitchen to her, and proceeded to eat her eyes right out of her head. It was spectacularly gory, though luckily, dream eyeballs do not taste all that bad, but they do kind of pop when you bite into them. The weird part is, despite the bloodcurdling screams, she still kept trying to talk, until I accidentally broke her jaw and pulled it right off her head. Oddly enough, I felt terrible about the jaw, even though I was still there sucking what was left of her eyes out of her gaping empty sockets…
It then turned into me waiting for some kind of phone call, but I knew I had to wash all the blood off before the phone rang. For some reason that seemed terribly important.
About then I woke up. And was hungry. So, on my way to work, I bought a breakfast sandwich from Dunkin Donuts. The one with ham in it. Heheh…
Yummy piggies…
I should say something…
…regarding the sudden influx of new views on my blog here.
Well, they’re obviously from the GOMS post about this blog, so I suppose one could say my hope of putting this blog before the membership of GOMS worked. No more spamming required.
Most of the comments, of course, are about what one would expect, so I’ll reply to them all with a universally-encompassing “feh”.
But the point I find fascinating is that here we are, a public post that people must know I’m reading (LJ freed my IPs again, lulz) and the milfs can come up with nothing better than to share their same old assumptions. I’m this, I’m that, people just making whatever assumptions they feel like.
I’m not disputing someone’s right to share an opinion. I suppose I just don’t understand how people live with such a lack of truth in their lives… then again, I’ve spent years teaching people the kind of trouble they get into when they make assumptions, and how to avoid it. I’m biased in favor of reality.
“Attention whore” again. You know, there’s a big difference between not being shy and being an active attention whore. I never cared about being famous. I just wanted to make them famous…
Speaking of truth, not one milf, you will note, has yet publically acknowledged the BLT thread, or the fact that the community was, in fact, following me quite closely for some time. Milfs, members of your comm have told me about it. Now, for all this publicity, for all my outing of everything, all I’ve dug up on you, for all my turning this into, well, all this, you still need to cling to that?
Let it go, milfs… let it go… you’ll feel better, trust me.
Say it out loud… “Starla… the BLT thread…”
Confession works wonders for the soul.
Eh, they won’t do it. Some minds are hard-wired.
And I never said I was creepy, nor did I try to come across that way. In fact, it was you guys who said I was creepy, while I was the one trying to impress upon you that anyone who spent five minutes talking to me would realize I’m not creepy at all. I just have a weird sense of humor. I think I only said that about 359328176092 times.
Now, this is creepy.
Helpful Tips from BLT
All right. Just to prove I’m not as bad as some individuals who prefer to live their lives based on assumption rather than fact seem to think, I’m here to offer an actual useful version of this catastrophically misguided post. You see, that post covers the bases for normal harassment issues on LiveJournal, but if there’s one thing the amputee_milfs haven’t called me, it’s “normal”. You see the fail in that post already, it assumes (hurm, there’s that word again) that the normal, everyday methods of dealing with LJ harassment actually work on me.
Did I mention that the half-dozen or so communities that have locked down due to trolling did so after I was perma-banned from LJ? I’ve had dozens of IPs banned, and still come and go as I please. I have 3 LJ accounts right now. And, like an obsessive lunatic, I keep this blog. ”Normal” and I don’t even live on the same continent.
So, if you find yourself under my umbrella, what can you do?
Wanna see a magic trick?
One of the things I have always said is that I will mess with people’s minds far more than their actual lives. I can get into your head and mess around with the wiring like nobody else. Sometimes it’s a sheerly instintive process, using my skill for “reading” people, but sometimes there are other methods, as well. Here’s a couple tricks that I used quite effectively on the amputee_milfs:
“HACKING” THEIR JOURNALS: LiveJournal, like virtually every other online service that requires one to log in, has on its login screen a little “forgot your password?” link. You click that link, enter the username, and it sends an email to the email on file for that account containing your password, etc. It takes about 3 seconds to do. And of course, anyone can do it for any screen name, as often as they’d like. It also doesn’t require one to actually login, so it doesn’t waste any sock puppets. So, during one day at work when I had some downtime, I hopped over to LiveJournal and started entering the screen names of the amputee_milfs, the mods of the GOMS communities, etc. Mind you, this tells me absolutely nothing. However, for the milfs, they suddenly start getting emails telling them their passwords have been requested, how to reset their passwords, etc, etc. That had to be just a little unnerving. But did I genuinely make anyone worry that I was making ANY progress in getting into their journals? Look at item #3 on this post. Win.
THE LINKS: One of the most effective tools for making reports to LJ Abuse is the direct link to content one is reporting. Oftentimes, even if you know it’s in there, without a direct link LJ Abuse generally won’t do a thing. Direct links to posts inside communities like amputee_milfs are closely-guarded secrets. To have a link is to have the ability to cause damage (I mean, if that’s what one really wants to do). So, I went and got myself a list of every link in amputee_milfs.
Here it is. Every link. Current through April 3rd, that is.
Here’s a list of the links about me that they deleted.
And these two entries were posted by serenechristine.
Now, how in the hell did I do that without having any access into the community itself?
Easy. LiveJournal told me.
You see, when you type in a link to an entry that doesn’t exist, you get a message that says “error: no such entry”. When you type in a link to an entry that does exist but you don’t have access to, you get a message that says “error: you are not authorized to view this protected entry.” That tiny distinction is incalculably useful.
Here’s how I exploited that.
Entries on LiveJournal, in any community, in any journal, when they are created, get numbers tacked onto them when the specific address is created. Thus, an entry in http://community.livejournal.com/blt_fangirls/ gets assigned a number to the specific entry itself: http://community.livejournal.com/blt_fangirls/xxxx.html. It’s those “xxxx”s that I wanted to find. It occurred to me that, in theory, one could go through every possible entry, numerically, and find the actual links. Now, the numbers do post in numerical order, but they’re random, and usually have between 300-800 non-entries between each actual entry. amputee_milfs, at the time I was doing this, had about 460 entries. Mathematically, we’re talking about a LOT of non-entries to sort through…
So I created a macro program. All it did was visit every possible entry, starting with http://community.livejournal.com/amputee_milfs/1.html, and counting on up. 2.html, 3.html, and so on. And, the program took a screencap of every single page it hit. With a bit of figuring, I set it to run up to 130000.html. Then, I went to bed. The next morning, the program was done, and I had a folder with 130,000 screencaps in it. I spent the day at work scrolling through the screencaps, rapid-fire style. In between moments of actually working, it took about 6 hours. The vast majority of caps, of course, said “error: no such entry”. But every time I hit one that said “error: you are not authorized to view this protected entry”, paydirt! I save the “not authorized” ones, and chucked the rest. By the end of the day, I had a list of every single link in amputee_milfs.
Not long after that, they deleted all the entries related to me. I could tell that because of when they were posted. You see, I have a number of caps of the community homepage, and so can tell, on certain dates, how many posts were in the community, and by applying that, I could create a timeline (for instance, on 10/4/08, there were 106 posts in the community, so at post #106, I added the 10/4 date, and so forth). Most of the posts that were deleted pre-dated New Year’s 2009. That’s when their “BLT thread” was most active. Times when the deleted posts were made were almost all at times when I was up to something, in one way or another.
Oh, and how could I tell which ones were deleted? Even easier. Run the same macro again, this time using only the full list of links (only 460 links to visit instead of 130,000). The ones that now came up “no such entry” were obviously the ones that had been deleted.
Like I’ve said before, I have a keen attention to detail, and can use very small details to deduce a great deal. It sounds like a lot of effort, but it’s really quite simple if you have a little bit of patience, and the reaction to “Oh, btw, here’s a list of every link in your community” made it all worth it.
Which brings me to the two posts that I can identify serenechristine as the poster. serenechristine is the only username in amputee_milfs to have been suspended. Both those particular links came up with the error message “error: journal/user has been suspended”. That was a no-brainer.
So yes… while I may have gotten a list of the links, I will confess, I could never have said what, exactly, the content on any of those links were. I know what the links are. I have no idea what the actual posts say.
Of course, the milfs didn’t know that at the time…
PROFILE “STALKING”: Not too long ago, the milfs started noticing vast quantities of hits from me on their profiles, etc, and no doubt wondered what I was up to. Nothing, actually, except making them wonder. Using the same macro program yet again, I set it in a loop to visit all their profiles, over and over. Hit after hit from me, in obscene numbers. They were wondering what I was up to. At the time the macro was running, I was watching downloaded episodes of House, MD. I wasn’t visiting their profiles. My computer was.
I do also have a version that runs through and screencaps their profiles but it only goes through the list once, and is a bit sneakier, because it changes my IP for every profile hit, so if they start comparing notes, none of them will show a hit from the same place, and certainly none from me.
All this IP hiding is now moot, of course. I’ve just gotten myself a really cool program that entirely erases one’s digital footprints, so you can hit sites and not even register that you were there. I know it works because I used it to go to LiveJournal under my own IP, which is totally banned. LJ didn’t block me, because my IP didn’t show up at all.
In other words, I’ve ceased to need “masks” because now I can be invisible.
This is so cool.
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