So I woke up this morning to someone sending me a message that my home address/number were posted in the comments... aaaand messages on my home phone involving "HELLO FROM THE INTERNET" in a creepy voice.
I deleted the comment, left the "hi, yeah, rip on me and I'm cool with it but do try to be a little tasteful" message, and headed out for the day. On break I got another text telling me that someone was at it again, passed the friend warning me of this the login/password, and said "can you take care of this, I can't do anything right now, turn on moderated comments to stall this if nothing else". So, for now, comments will be left as such because when it comes down to it: I will play tyrant. I'll post anything which isn't, you know, actual personal information about me (find an old website of mine? go nuts. find my SSN? fuck off), and hey! For once I'll be caught up on the actual comments instead of going through the backlog every few months to respond to things.
Another update in the next few days, either way, and have a wonderful whenever the hell you read this.
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Profile: "Horatio"
Today, we're going to try a more flexible update. No need for templates, or any of those things. Think of it as storytime with Auntie Fletcher. Kick back and listen, kids, she's got a good one for you this evening.
About a week ago now, I was approached by a gentleman who claimed to be the owner of the Rampage Webcomic Network, home of such fine strips as the TG-fetish strip with art so bad, the donations went to paying an actual studio to draw it, Exiern, andKC Green's comics No Need for Bushido! (editor's note: Nope, those two up and rejected/left him for Keenspot! Wonder why...) other people.
The opening of our conversation began with two little propositions:
The latter came down to "DrunkDuck is mismanaged and horrible, never use it", which, let's be honest, is very little news to most of us. There were tales of conspiracy to keep some comics from being the "top" for a day or so on, but this is pretty much expected, and long-rumored anyhow. Now, the fun part is what came NEXT, you see!
You see, at this point, I began to realize why Mr. Solomon leaves no contact information save a mail address, because I was told I "typed like a woman" and was therefore female, as the conversation turned to "Oh, hey, you can throw my buddy on DrunkDuck under the train for an article, he'd love to be a martyr". Around here everything went all to hell, as he began searching for any trace of my presence on the internet outside of this site and describing what he found in detail. (News flash, e-stalkers: Ladies don't like this sort of thing. Especially if you're going to start claiming we're some random DD cartoonist we've never heard of and get our fiancee wrong while you're at it. Dipshit.)
I'd love to claim this was his lowest point, but no, there was also "Okay, I'll tell you more stories if you tell me your personal information", which led to "Can you write a fluff piece on me? It'd be excellent publicity!" (Feel like you're getting what you bargained for now, fucker?), and in one last "Let's objectify your storyteller" moment, there was my favorite: "I'm starting a comic reviewing branch on the network. You know John Solomon, you can get him or his flunkies working for me, right? C'mon, we need meaner voices."
This would have gone up immediately, but I wanted to ask some other people about dealings with the man. Thank god I did, because around 5 came forward to go "Oh god, that dude's creepy, no, don't ever do business with him", and two returned a flat-out "no comment". This, and then an extra IM account he "happened to have" decided to talk to me after a quiet blocking last night! Truly the sign of an excellent individual, keeping spares around.
I make a plea to this gentleman: take a week or two offline. Ask yourself: "Would I really want someone treating my wife/mother/daughter in a fashion like I came off as?" I've truly no beef with you, and didn't even plan to make an article of this until others reaffirmed my statement that you need help. Keenspot is not out to get you (oh, shit, did I forget to mention the constant harping on the Crosby family being evil harpies out to destroy webcomic authors?), and you should really let that lie before it turns into some sort of Unabomber-esque obsession. Admittedly, "Letter bomb destroys internet cartoon-school" would be a weird-ass headline, but are you sure you're the person destined to cause it? (hint: no, Bobby Crosby is the culprit)
That's all from Auntie tonight, children, so get to bed and come back later, for a full psychosexual writeup of Fred Gallagher and how Megatokyo is his way of working out the fetishes his nun of a wife never indulges him in as their shared anime viewing teases the beast within nightly.
Edit for the confused: Stop assuming I'm ragging on the dude for anything other than coming off as creepy. It's not a "you're beyond hope", it's a public callout and a "shape up or you'll be a target in future, because you're creeping people the fuck out".
About a week ago now, I was approached by a gentleman who claimed to be the owner of the Rampage Webcomic Network, home of such fine strips as the TG-fetish strip with art so bad, the donations went to paying an actual studio to draw it, Exiern, and
The opening of our conversation began with two little propositions:
- Offering myself hosting on his site (which was politely declined... I don't need much more than what this site offers me), and
- Sharing some tidbits he claimed were a decent lead here and there into some stories
The latter came down to "DrunkDuck is mismanaged and horrible, never use it", which, let's be honest, is very little news to most of us. There were tales of conspiracy to keep some comics from being the "top" for a day or so on, but this is pretty much expected, and long-rumored anyhow. Now, the fun part is what came NEXT, you see!
You see, at this point, I began to realize why Mr. Solomon leaves no contact information save a mail address, because I was told I "typed like a woman" and was therefore female, as the conversation turned to "Oh, hey, you can throw my buddy on DrunkDuck under the train for an article, he'd love to be a martyr". Around here everything went all to hell, as he began searching for any trace of my presence on the internet outside of this site and describing what he found in detail. (News flash, e-stalkers: Ladies don't like this sort of thing. Especially if you're going to start claiming we're some random DD cartoonist we've never heard of and get our fiancee wrong while you're at it. Dipshit.)
I'd love to claim this was his lowest point, but no, there was also "Okay, I'll tell you more stories if you tell me your personal information", which led to "Can you write a fluff piece on me? It'd be excellent publicity!" (Feel like you're getting what you bargained for now, fucker?), and in one last "Let's objectify your storyteller" moment, there was my favorite: "I'm starting a comic reviewing branch on the network. You know John Solomon, you can get him or his flunkies working for me, right? C'mon, we need meaner voices."
This would have gone up immediately, but I wanted to ask some other people about dealings with the man. Thank god I did, because around 5 came forward to go "Oh god, that dude's creepy, no, don't ever do business with him", and two returned a flat-out "no comment". This, and then an extra IM account he "happened to have" decided to talk to me after a quiet blocking last night! Truly the sign of an excellent individual, keeping spares around.
I make a plea to this gentleman: take a week or two offline. Ask yourself: "Would I really want someone treating my wife/mother/daughter in a fashion like I came off as?" I've truly no beef with you, and didn't even plan to make an article of this until others reaffirmed my statement that you need help. Keenspot is not out to get you (oh, shit, did I forget to mention the constant harping on the Crosby family being evil harpies out to destroy webcomic authors?), and you should really let that lie before it turns into some sort of Unabomber-esque obsession. Admittedly, "Letter bomb destroys internet cartoon-school" would be a weird-ass headline, but are you sure you're the person destined to cause it? (hint: no, Bobby Crosby is the culprit)
That's all from Auntie tonight, children, so get to bed and come back later, for a full psychosexual writeup of Fred Gallagher and how Megatokyo is his way of working out the fetishes his nun of a wife never indulges him in as their shared anime viewing teases the beast within nightly.
Edit for the confused: Stop assuming I'm ragging on the dude for anything other than coming off as creepy. It's not a "you're beyond hope", it's a public callout and a "shape up or you'll be a target in future, because you're creeping people the fuck out".
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Booze Can't Kill Me, I'm Irish (And The Irish Can Drink A Lot [Because They Are Drunks {This Is A Buckleybox}])
My prayers have killed both Tim Buckley AND Ethan's unborn children. Truly, this is a sign that someone approves of my work.
edit: Since the line in question may disappear in future, here, for the record, is the single best chunk of that newspost:
Some many years ago, long before I started the comic, I was in a relationship and we suffered a miscarriage. Now, this relationship was toxic to begin with and doomed to fail regardless, so that the miscarriage was the straw that broke the camel's back came as no surprise. It was a pregnancy neither of us wanted in the first place, so the event didn't effect (note: AFFECT, you dumb shit) me.
No promise of a schedule (would you honestly believe I could keep it?), but have some notes:
- That JDR thing is coming. What began as a spark of rage turned into something long enough to be adapted as a thesis paper, and so all the profanity had to be removed and it needed "sources" and "grammar". To make it more fun, I will figure out some method of spicing up the overly-clinical state it's in.
- Three webcomic author profiles in the works.
- I loathe whichever one of you pigfuckers bought me a pass for CAD Animated Season 2. (Yes, someone did this and sent it to this blog's mail account.)
- Someone suggested drunken webcomic reviews a la the CAD animation. If I can think of a reasonable way to stay drunk long enough to write about some of the giant backlogs out there, you might get this. You also might not if I can't find a way to make said reviews funny. It's Schrodinger's Review! By reading that joke you caused the waveform to collapse and I won't post again until September.
edit: Since the line in question may disappear in future, here, for the record, is the single best chunk of that newspost:
Some many years ago, long before I started the comic, I was in a relationship and we suffered a miscarriage. Now, this relationship was toxic to begin with and doomed to fail regardless, so that the miscarriage was the straw that broke the camel's back came as no surprise. It was a pregnancy neither of us wanted in the first place, so the event didn't effect (note: AFFECT, you dumb shit) me.
No promise of a schedule (would you honestly believe I could keep it?), but have some notes:
- That JDR thing is coming. What began as a spark of rage turned into something long enough to be adapted as a thesis paper, and so all the profanity had to be removed and it needed "sources" and "grammar". To make it more fun, I will figure out some method of spicing up the overly-clinical state it's in.
- Three webcomic author profiles in the works.
- I loathe whichever one of you pigfuckers bought me a pass for CAD Animated Season 2. (Yes, someone did this and sent it to this blog's mail account.)
- Someone suggested drunken webcomic reviews a la the CAD animation. If I can think of a reasonable way to stay drunk long enough to write about some of the giant backlogs out there, you might get this. You also might not if I can't find a way to make said reviews funny. It's Schrodinger's Review! By reading that joke you caused the waveform to collapse and I won't post again until September.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Review: CAD Animation Season 1 (And booze, to boot)
All I said was "I'll see you in 2008". That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it. I'm also calling those of you who've spoken to me out on not getting on my ass over this.
That said, tonight we have a fun game. I'm going to gather some alcohol, and the CAD Animated Series DVD. I'll be watching it all, from episode 1 to the last (12, if you recall). For your amusement, though, I'll be playing a drinking game, and chronicling this entire endeavor. I'm recording audio of the experience (read: there's a headset strapped to my face), which may find its way online at some point as well if it's funny enough. The rules are as follows:
That's all I've got, because I've forgotten most of the episodes I reviewed (the entirety of what I remember is "Swedish Chef episode" and "Golfing range cold open"), and so I can't make this game more accurate without watching this TWICE, and there is no way in hell I will ever do such.
Also, if any of the HTML looks weird: I'm getting drunk, cut me some slack.
That said, the warnings are done and I'm popping the thing in now to finish this off for good. I'd like to give a final shout out to Robbie Tangents once more, for being enough of a ponce to get kicked off of his former webhost in my absence. I'd claim we were all pulling for you, buddy, but I'm pretty sure the only pulling I can imagine you being involved in is your limp form dragged behind a truck, your legs strapped to a trailer hitch.
EPISODE 1:
One shot for the opening and we're already off. My god, I'd forgotten how piss-poor this looks... but wow, it makes that trailer for Season 2 look better by comparison. No wonder he showed tha- oh good, another drink from Ethan! Dick.
You can all claim I'm cheating by ignoring the intro, but that's saving me three swigs of this shit an episode. I'm taking two for Blind Ferret per episode alone.
"I spent my rent on video games" = more booze! Wow, this seems better when this is in my system, I do so admit. I'm already less irate than when I first watched this! Ahahaha, wow, I'm cackling over Ethan falling off the roof. Does this count as a lack of human empathy or just unexpected comedy? Fuck it, Ethan's inhuman, so I'm still sane. Sane-ish. This is not helping my case.
END OF EPISODE DRINK COUNT (yes these are all typed up in advance, which is why they'll remain static while I get shitfaced): 9 drinks
EPISODE 2:
Fuck it I'm finishing the bottle on this swig. AAAAAAand the cold open has me taking no less than 5 swigs anyway. Oh look rapeface, time to down another. This shit is abominable and this whole episode is nothing but "zany" Ethan. I'm beginning to feel buzzed.
END OF EPISODE DRINK COUNT: 20 drinks, 2 bottles down
EPISODE 3:
"Fucking evolution!" That sums this up perfectly. You've disproved Intelligent Design Buckkley. Just by existing. Look! TRAnshmumansiom! Dresdneucodak eat your heart out. SO ZANY!!!!
END OF EPISODE DRINK COUNT: fuck this count, 4 bottles of 6 down
EPISODE 4:
FUCK THAT FERRET what the hell WHY DOES IT SOUND LIKE NOW IT'S RECORDED INSIDE A GARBAGE CAN bitchy wife has a lisp now wow WAIT ahahahahaha this is the chef one BORK BORK BORK I'm gonna type "BORK" the whole episode BORK BORK BORK BORK BORK BORK BORK BORK BORK BORK BORK BORK BORK BORK BORK BORK BORK BORK BORK BORK BORK BORK BORK BORK BORK BORK BORK BORK BORK BORK aaaaaaww i tended. bork
END OF EPISODE DRINK COUNT: bork bork bork bork bork bork FUCKING FERRET GOD DAMN
EPISODE 5:
this is new territory now wow still shit though no cold open wow handy getting into this madness faster OH WHAT THE FUCK THESE GUYS OH GODDAMNIT NO NO NO NO NOT THE FUCKING CHEF FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK BUCKYYYY oh my god at least it was brief uwagh more boooooooze please'
END OF EPISODE DRINK COUNT: 6-pack gone need shots
EPISODE 6:
you have to be shitting me he can't be doing this whole thing in blackness with only eyes this is some chris clairemond bullshit right here oh wait candles WHAT THE FUCK his mouth twitched this animation is so bad hahahaha the fucking robot died what the fuck how does this pussy not have a ds or some shit AHAHAHAHA he had a stroke oh what the fuck no he lived aWHAT THE FUCK TWO PARTS OF THIS BULLSHIT
END OF EPISODE DRINK COUNT: rum is my only friend anymore WHY DID YOU ALL LEAVE ME ALONE
EPISODE 7:
what the fuck he's writing a manifesto in blood how is this not the world's biggest troll holy fucking hell HEY FUCK YOU PAL DDR IS FUN wait this is his trap the dumb fuck has a ds now what the shit HEY look someone else ha OH MY GOD he did not just say 'gaming god' the fuck oh my god star trek references fuck it i don't care anymore BUCJEY YOU'RE THE BIGGEST FAGGOT ALIVE AND I HOPE YOUR CHILDREN ARE ALL STILLBORN YOUR COWFLLAYING WHORE DIES IN LABOR AND THE POLICE FIND THOSE PICTURES ON YOUR HARD DRIVE YOU TNRASMNUJHGSIT SHIT YOU:RE THE BIBFFET oh nits over
END OF EPISODE DRINK COUNT: RRRUUUMMM
EPISODE 8:
GULAG GLUGGGLULG RMUMMMMMM VRVRMMMM RMMMMMMM EEEEEEEEEE DADAYITONONNONAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA DICKCHINGINNGER AAHAHAHHAHAH okay type slow so this makes sense how does he "hate" ddr and get the songs right also did he ask to use that shit somehow i doubt konami got money for this what the fuck am i talking about fuck buckley anyway
END OF EPISODE DRINK COUNT: glug
EPISODE 9:
no cold open bad? took three tries to make question mark oh god ANOTHER RANDOM EPISODE AAAAAAAGHH WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT
END OF EPISODE DRINK COUNT: screeeeea m aAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH
EPISODE 10:
what the fuck no no no no no tell me this is not some anti jack thompson bullshit oh my god it's a star wars parody oh god "the ownage" what the fuck WHAT THE FUCK THOMPSON AND STAR WARS WHO THINKS THIS IS A GOOD IDEA oh my god this make s you a bigger faggot than furries buccky boy how does this kind of shit have fans oh that's right MAN-CHILDREN you dumb FUCKS
END OF EPISODE DRINK COUNT: OUT OF BOOOOOOOOZE NOOOOOOOOOO
EPISODE 11:
oh my god it's tonguing more of it quality so bad worst one yet sounds like the mic is in my ass yoda parody too jesus christ this is so bad awful all of it see it coming from miles away
END OF EPISODE DRINK COUNT: stop taunting meeeeeeee
EPISODE 12:
i did NOT just hear "the clinton" tell me i did not hear that this is horrible i am never doing this again season 2 can fuck itself you guys go pirate it or something i am not watching that trash sound still awful wow bubba = jabba so witty oh my god they couldn't find a second woman to do voices so hilray clinton sounds like a robot hol shit lunux dude is animated now wow 'take this tool' sums this up pretty well wow what the hell did he just make jack thompson bust into flames this thing is flaming like buckley ahahahahahahaha fuck thats over now
END OF EPISODE DRINK COUNT: going to store for drinnnnnk
FINAL THOUGHTS:
funcking suUUUUUCKED
That said, tonight we have a fun game. I'm going to gather some alcohol, and the CAD Animated Series DVD. I'll be watching it all, from episode 1 to the last (12, if you recall). For your amusement, though, I'll be playing a drinking game, and chronicling this entire endeavor. I'm recording audio of the experience (read: there's a headset strapped to my face), which may find its way online at some point as well if it's funny enough. The rules are as follows:
- Every time Ethan does something "wacky": 1 drink. (I suspect this will be the killer.)
- Every time the robot makes a "kill all humans" statement: 1 drink
- Anytime I can catch a plot twist/scene as being lifted directly from another source, like a sitcom: 2 drinks
- Swedish Chef tries murdering Ethan: 2 drinks and give a goddamn cheer
- Anytime I catch myself going "BUCKLEEEEEEY": 1 drink and self-loathing for doing this
- See the Blind Ferret animation: 1 drink
That's all I've got, because I've forgotten most of the episodes I reviewed (the entirety of what I remember is "Swedish Chef episode" and "Golfing range cold open"), and so I can't make this game more accurate without watching this TWICE, and there is no way in hell I will ever do such.
Also, if any of the HTML looks weird: I'm getting drunk, cut me some slack.
That said, the warnings are done and I'm popping the thing in now to finish this off for good. I'd like to give a final shout out to Robbie Tangents once more, for being enough of a ponce to get kicked off of his former webhost in my absence. I'd claim we were all pulling for you, buddy, but I'm pretty sure the only pulling I can imagine you being involved in is your limp form dragged behind a truck, your legs strapped to a trailer hitch.
EPISODE 1:
One shot for the opening and we're already off. My god, I'd forgotten how piss-poor this looks... but wow, it makes that trailer for Season 2 look better by comparison. No wonder he showed tha- oh good, another drink from Ethan! Dick.
You can all claim I'm cheating by ignoring the intro, but that's saving me three swigs of this shit an episode. I'm taking two for Blind Ferret per episode alone.
"I spent my rent on video games" = more booze! Wow, this seems better when this is in my system, I do so admit. I'm already less irate than when I first watched this! Ahahaha, wow, I'm cackling over Ethan falling off the roof. Does this count as a lack of human empathy or just unexpected comedy? Fuck it, Ethan's inhuman, so I'm still sane. Sane-ish. This is not helping my case.
END OF EPISODE DRINK COUNT (yes these are all typed up in advance, which is why they'll remain static while I get shitfaced): 9 drinks
EPISODE 2:
Fuck it I'm finishing the bottle on this swig. AAAAAAand the cold open has me taking no less than 5 swigs anyway. Oh look rapeface, time to down another. This shit is abominable and this whole episode is nothing but "zany" Ethan. I'm beginning to feel buzzed.
END OF EPISODE DRINK COUNT: 20 drinks, 2 bottles down
EPISODE 3:
"Fucking evolution!" That sums this up perfectly. You've disproved Intelligent Design Buckkley. Just by existing. Look! TRAnshmumansiom! Dresdneucodak eat your heart out. SO ZANY!!!!
END OF EPISODE DRINK COUNT: fuck this count, 4 bottles of 6 down
EPISODE 4:
FUCK THAT FERRET what the hell WHY DOES IT SOUND LIKE NOW IT'S RECORDED INSIDE A GARBAGE CAN bitchy wife has a lisp now wow WAIT ahahahahaha this is the chef one BORK BORK BORK I'm gonna type "BORK" the whole episode BORK BORK BORK BORK BORK BORK BORK BORK BORK BORK BORK BORK BORK BORK BORK BORK BORK BORK BORK BORK BORK BORK BORK BORK BORK BORK BORK BORK BORK BORK aaaaaaww i tended. bork
END OF EPISODE DRINK COUNT: bork bork bork bork bork bork FUCKING FERRET GOD DAMN
EPISODE 5:
this is new territory now wow still shit though no cold open wow handy getting into this madness faster OH WHAT THE FUCK THESE GUYS OH GODDAMNIT NO NO NO NO NOT THE FUCKING CHEF FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK BUCKYYYY oh my god at least it was brief uwagh more boooooooze please'
END OF EPISODE DRINK COUNT: 6-pack gone need shots
EPISODE 6:
you have to be shitting me he can't be doing this whole thing in blackness with only eyes this is some chris clairemond bullshit right here oh wait candles WHAT THE FUCK his mouth twitched this animation is so bad hahahaha the fucking robot died what the fuck how does this pussy not have a ds or some shit AHAHAHAHA he had a stroke oh what the fuck no he lived aWHAT THE FUCK TWO PARTS OF THIS BULLSHIT
END OF EPISODE DRINK COUNT: rum is my only friend anymore WHY DID YOU ALL LEAVE ME ALONE
EPISODE 7:
what the fuck he's writing a manifesto in blood how is this not the world's biggest troll holy fucking hell HEY FUCK YOU PAL DDR IS FUN wait this is his trap the dumb fuck has a ds now what the shit HEY look someone else ha OH MY GOD he did not just say 'gaming god' the fuck oh my god star trek references fuck it i don't care anymore BUCJEY YOU'RE THE BIGGEST FAGGOT ALIVE AND I HOPE YOUR CHILDREN ARE ALL STILLBORN YOUR COWFLLAYING WHORE DIES IN LABOR AND THE POLICE FIND THOSE PICTURES ON YOUR HARD DRIVE YOU TNRASMNUJHGSIT SHIT YOU:RE THE BIBFFET oh nits over
END OF EPISODE DRINK COUNT: RRRUUUMMM
EPISODE 8:
GULAG GLUGGGLULG RMUMMMMMM VRVRMMMM RMMMMMMM EEEEEEEEEE DADAYITONONNONAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA DICKCHINGINNGER AAHAHAHHAHAH okay type slow so this makes sense how does he "hate" ddr and get the songs right also did he ask to use that shit somehow i doubt konami got money for this what the fuck am i talking about fuck buckley anyway
END OF EPISODE DRINK COUNT: glug
EPISODE 9:
no cold open bad? took three tries to make question mark oh god ANOTHER RANDOM EPISODE AAAAAAAGHH WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT
END OF EPISODE DRINK COUNT: screeeeea m aAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH
EPISODE 10:
what the fuck no no no no no tell me this is not some anti jack thompson bullshit oh my god it's a star wars parody oh god "the ownage" what the fuck WHAT THE FUCK THOMPSON AND STAR WARS WHO THINKS THIS IS A GOOD IDEA oh my god this make s you a bigger faggot than furries buccky boy how does this kind of shit have fans oh that's right MAN-CHILDREN you dumb FUCKS
END OF EPISODE DRINK COUNT: OUT OF BOOOOOOOOZE NOOOOOOOOOO
EPISODE 11:
oh my god it's tonguing more of it quality so bad worst one yet sounds like the mic is in my ass yoda parody too jesus christ this is so bad awful all of it see it coming from miles away
END OF EPISODE DRINK COUNT: stop taunting meeeeeeee
EPISODE 12:
i did NOT just hear "the clinton" tell me i did not hear that this is horrible i am never doing this again season 2 can fuck itself you guys go pirate it or something i am not watching that trash sound still awful wow bubba = jabba so witty oh my god they couldn't find a second woman to do voices so hilray clinton sounds like a robot hol shit lunux dude is animated now wow 'take this tool' sums this up pretty well wow what the hell did he just make jack thompson bust into flames this thing is flaming like buckley ahahahahahahaha fuck thats over now
END OF EPISODE DRINK COUNT: going to store for drinnnnnk
FINAL THOUGHTS:
funcking suUUUUUCKED
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Liner Notes (or: Holy Fuck, A Schedule?!)
You know, I'm pretty sure we've hit the point where I can officially say that I am loving Pupkin, and you're welcome, Bobby. Never stop being so fun.
That said, I'm making this post to point out the new schedule for the site! An update every Friday, of at least one post. (Probably two for a while with the JDR stuff.)
THAT said, this Friday is an exception because I'm going out of town. Spend time with your family. Show them Bobby Crosby or something, and see how THEY respond, if you really want more amusement from this. I want you all to stay safe, don't drive drunk, etc. in my absence, because I have so few of you readers that I can't afford to lose any.
See you in 2008! Thank you for loving MaYaMS!
That said, I'm making this post to point out the new schedule for the site! An update every Friday, of at least one post. (Probably two for a while with the JDR stuff.)
THAT said, this Friday is an exception because I'm going out of town. Spend time with your family. Show them Bobby Crosby or something, and see how THEY respond, if you really want more amusement from this. I want you all to stay safe, don't drive drunk, etc. in my absence, because I have so few of you readers that I can't afford to lose any.
See you in 2008! Thank you for loving MaYaMS!
Friday, December 21, 2007
Synergy! (Or: A Very Special Update)
A long time ago (my first "real" update, in fact!), I mentioned that Jennifer Diane Reitz ran a site known as Transsexual.org. My brief description was as follows:
The Encyclopedia Dramatica of gender-dysphoria information. For every well-written piece in there on the topic, another 5 are poorly-handled or downright dangerous to someone confused in this sort of area. If there is one item of hers I could strike off the face of the internet (and possibly one item PERIOD I'd strike from the 'net), this would be it. I'll spare you the rant.
Today is that rant. If you're not interested in a dissection of this clusterfuck, most likely punctuated with much more rage than I usually heap upon any target, I suggest skipping this. This is the very definition of pure hatred, and I don't think any single target will anger me further after this, so don't think it'll be a recurring feature, my ranting and raving.
Allow me to explain. I have many, many reasons for loathing this site. No, I have nothing against transsexuals (or, for that matter, any [blank]sexuals, really), so if you're expecting a "rrargh they're sinful/disgusting/etc." piece, fuck off now and save me the trouble. What I am is, for one thing, a psychology major - JDR disdains psychology (and reason, in many cases, which I'll go into later). As well, I'm male, and there's a distinct anti-male bias in damn near every one of her works, but none more so than here. But the largest thing is that in squatting such a distinct domain name, she, and many who don't look further than a page or two into the site, have set her up as a first hit on many search engines for information, and so much of her site is misleading, if not flat-out fucking WRONG. I'm going to quote a comment someone left on that same early entry of mine, which sums a lot of my rage up here.
"I admit, I have some gender identity issues, and sadly, when I was younger and first had access to the internet unwatched, JDR's shit was what I first found to "help" me with my problem. JDR's site convinced me that I was transgendered, and the few emails I sent to her asking her questions were replied with in rants, where she railed about how awesome being a woman is, and how bad men are. Seeing as I was no older than eleven, I actually believed her bullshit, and it did nothing besides for make me feel trapped, as being able to define my so called problem, but not fix it, was frusterating.
Fast forward a few years, and here I am, realizing how full of shit JDR is and was, and thanking my lucky stars I didn't stay in contact with this crazy bitch, or actually act on her suggestions. I know now that I am obviously not transgendered, and only believed I was because of JDR's bullshit."
"But Fletcher!" you say, "Psychological screening would catch such individuals before any hormone therapies or more drastic treatments could be applied!" True. There are tests meant to help determine gender identity and whether an individual is actually transgendered or merely befuddled. But herein is where I begin to shake slightly with rage as I type. Look at the front page of her site and we see the following link and quote:
"Am I a Transsexual? THE GENDER TEST CENTER
A testing environment you can use to help determine the degree of your own gender issues. Home of COGIATI, a test specifically designed for the uncertain, questioning, pre-transition Male-to-Female individual with the purpose of helping them to come to a more concrete self definition."
(I will also take this time to note that her site is almost exclusively devoted to making big, icky men into women, because SHE doesn't know what the reverse feels like. Oh god, there is no larger ego-stroking than this fucking site, because as I'll get into, everything revolves around her.)
Anyhow. "What's wrong with the above?" might have occurred to you. Well, I'll tell you, AFTER posting what you see on the next page, should you click that link.
"Combined Gender Identity And Transsexuality Inventory
A unique test designed specifically for the uncertain pre-transitional Male-to-Female gender dysphoric. The first comprehensive gender dysphoria test, COGIATI exists to help you determine a reasonable self definition from which further action can intelligently be taken. COGIATI has been created to help you understand what your gender issues mean, and provides suggestions on what to do about them." (red and bold hers, although I'm not going out of my way to add the Comic Sans)
Where have we gone wrong?
JDR invented the COGIATI test herself.
Admittedly, she mentions this on the test itself... when claiming it's "[her] attempt to fill a void which needs to be filled". Almost like she thinks there are no other tests out there, or any worthwhile ones. (An aside: I'm not going to white-knight for psychology exclusively. Even today gender identity is somewhat, how to put this, "unstable" in the field, and how to classify and... well, I guess "treat" is the word, although the fact that I have to use something that makes it sound like a common illness is the kind of thing I'm talking about. Either way, I think the point is made. Psychology's not perfect, it's just got a better track record than this lunatic. You'll see.) This test is the crowning achievement on the shit-sandwich of this site. Above, when I quoted the comment about the confused young man? This is why. And to top it off, she concludes her preface, which is mostly ass-coverage and back-patting, with the following sentence: "It is my hope that professionals will be inspired by this effort and create a true, clinically valid and useful tool that would accomplish the stated goals of the COGIATI." If this were any other field of science, this level of hubris and "they called me MAD!" thinking would lead to clones, gene-splicing, or any of a hundred other horrors. In this one, though, people are happy to go "Oh, fuck those shrinks, they don't know about MY brain!" and ignore reason.
For shits and giggles, a friend and I took this test one night. Aside from the fact that it's so poorly designed that a lot of questions are rendered almost untakable by the wonky answers, it relies (despite claiming psychiatry can't do shit for transsexuals) on outdated gender models (Like math? You can keep your dick. Write poems? Chop it off, honey! Similar is taken as to athleticism: if you can CATCH A BALL it says you're a dude), and asks questions which are so far out as to confuse almost anyone before answering (actual question: "Suddenly the entire world is magically changed. Now you exist in a world utterly devoid of gender. All bodies are hermaphroditic, utterly androgynous in appearance, both male and female at the same time. The culture reflects this, as does all human interaction. You, however, are still yourself inside, with all of your memories of living in our world as it is now. Your feelings are intact, only your flesh has been changed. In this new world, everyone dresses, acts, and lives however they feel at the time, and there is no such thing as being male or being female. You alone remember the world of gender. In such a world, would you still need to dress like a woman?" Asperger's ahoy!). There are 5 gender roles it can assign you at the end of the test. It's very telling that he, a completely straight male, and myself, a bisexual with random bouts of crossdressing, ended up both listed as "androgynous", the middle-of-the-road classification. (The five classifications, for the record, are "Standard Male", "Feminine Male", "Androgyne", "Probable Transsexual", and "Transsexual".) Doesn't sound bad? Well, here's the thing: I chose the ones I figured were most "male" (some of those are impossible to guess), and he answered honestly. Answering honestly had it classify me as a full-blown transsexual. (For the record, I am rather fond of my penis and it and I plan to keep a healthy relationship long into our old age.)
Now you begin to see how deep the rabbit-hole goes, yes? Here's where it gets better. She has a page devoted to "debunking" criticisms of the test, the "Last Word" on the subject. Recall a mention that reasoning wasn't too big on this site? Well, it kicks in here in droves. After a pretentious "if it fucks up, it's your fault" opening, we get right down to "I made this by cherry-picking pieces of three other tests". And then comes something truly brilliant: telling how to cheat certain psychological screenings.
Frankly, at this point, we have a good stopping post. This has been edited and rewritten around ten times now, I shit you not, and cost me more than a little of my teeth from grinding them in the process. What does this mean? Well, now that we've covered a single section of the site, I'll be keeping this up for a little, piece by piece. (The original draft, I shit you not, was longer than every last paper I had to write this semester combined.) On the plus side, those of you missing the bile Solomon brought to the table can rejoice! You now have something to look forward to as I post the pieces.
The Encyclopedia Dramatica of gender-dysphoria information. For every well-written piece in there on the topic, another 5 are poorly-handled or downright dangerous to someone confused in this sort of area. If there is one item of hers I could strike off the face of the internet (and possibly one item PERIOD I'd strike from the 'net), this would be it. I'll spare you the rant.
Today is that rant. If you're not interested in a dissection of this clusterfuck, most likely punctuated with much more rage than I usually heap upon any target, I suggest skipping this. This is the very definition of pure hatred, and I don't think any single target will anger me further after this, so don't think it'll be a recurring feature, my ranting and raving.
Allow me to explain. I have many, many reasons for loathing this site. No, I have nothing against transsexuals (or, for that matter, any [blank]sexuals, really), so if you're expecting a "rrargh they're sinful/disgusting/etc." piece, fuck off now and save me the trouble. What I am is, for one thing, a psychology major - JDR disdains psychology (and reason, in many cases, which I'll go into later). As well, I'm male, and there's a distinct anti-male bias in damn near every one of her works, but none more so than here. But the largest thing is that in squatting such a distinct domain name, she, and many who don't look further than a page or two into the site, have set her up as a first hit on many search engines for information, and so much of her site is misleading, if not flat-out fucking WRONG. I'm going to quote a comment someone left on that same early entry of mine, which sums a lot of my rage up here.
"I admit, I have some gender identity issues, and sadly, when I was younger and first had access to the internet unwatched, JDR's shit was what I first found to "help" me with my problem. JDR's site convinced me that I was transgendered, and the few emails I sent to her asking her questions were replied with in rants, where she railed about how awesome being a woman is, and how bad men are. Seeing as I was no older than eleven, I actually believed her bullshit, and it did nothing besides for make me feel trapped, as being able to define my so called problem, but not fix it, was frusterating.
Fast forward a few years, and here I am, realizing how full of shit JDR is and was, and thanking my lucky stars I didn't stay in contact with this crazy bitch, or actually act on her suggestions. I know now that I am obviously not transgendered, and only believed I was because of JDR's bullshit."
"But Fletcher!" you say, "Psychological screening would catch such individuals before any hormone therapies or more drastic treatments could be applied!" True. There are tests meant to help determine gender identity and whether an individual is actually transgendered or merely befuddled. But herein is where I begin to shake slightly with rage as I type. Look at the front page of her site and we see the following link and quote:
"Am I a Transsexual? THE GENDER TEST CENTER
A testing environment you can use to help determine the degree of your own gender issues. Home of COGIATI, a test specifically designed for the uncertain, questioning, pre-transition Male-to-Female individual with the purpose of helping them to come to a more concrete self definition."
(I will also take this time to note that her site is almost exclusively devoted to making big, icky men into women, because SHE doesn't know what the reverse feels like. Oh god, there is no larger ego-stroking than this fucking site, because as I'll get into, everything revolves around her.)
Anyhow. "What's wrong with the above?" might have occurred to you. Well, I'll tell you, AFTER posting what you see on the next page, should you click that link.
"Combined Gender Identity And Transsexuality Inventory
A unique test designed specifically for the uncertain pre-transitional Male-to-Female gender dysphoric. The first comprehensive gender dysphoria test, COGIATI exists to help you determine a reasonable self definition from which further action can intelligently be taken. COGIATI has been created to help you understand what your gender issues mean, and provides suggestions on what to do about them." (red and bold hers, although I'm not going out of my way to add the Comic Sans)
Where have we gone wrong?
JDR invented the COGIATI test herself.
Admittedly, she mentions this on the test itself... when claiming it's "[her] attempt to fill a void which needs to be filled". Almost like she thinks there are no other tests out there, or any worthwhile ones. (An aside: I'm not going to white-knight for psychology exclusively. Even today gender identity is somewhat, how to put this, "unstable" in the field, and how to classify and... well, I guess "treat" is the word, although the fact that I have to use something that makes it sound like a common illness is the kind of thing I'm talking about. Either way, I think the point is made. Psychology's not perfect, it's just got a better track record than this lunatic. You'll see.) This test is the crowning achievement on the shit-sandwich of this site. Above, when I quoted the comment about the confused young man? This is why. And to top it off, she concludes her preface, which is mostly ass-coverage and back-patting, with the following sentence: "It is my hope that professionals will be inspired by this effort and create a true, clinically valid and useful tool that would accomplish the stated goals of the COGIATI." If this were any other field of science, this level of hubris and "they called me MAD!" thinking would lead to clones, gene-splicing, or any of a hundred other horrors. In this one, though, people are happy to go "Oh, fuck those shrinks, they don't know about MY brain!" and ignore reason.
For shits and giggles, a friend and I took this test one night. Aside from the fact that it's so poorly designed that a lot of questions are rendered almost untakable by the wonky answers, it relies (despite claiming psychiatry can't do shit for transsexuals) on outdated gender models (Like math? You can keep your dick. Write poems? Chop it off, honey! Similar is taken as to athleticism: if you can CATCH A BALL it says you're a dude), and asks questions which are so far out as to confuse almost anyone before answering (actual question: "Suddenly the entire world is magically changed. Now you exist in a world utterly devoid of gender. All bodies are hermaphroditic, utterly androgynous in appearance, both male and female at the same time. The culture reflects this, as does all human interaction. You, however, are still yourself inside, with all of your memories of living in our world as it is now. Your feelings are intact, only your flesh has been changed. In this new world, everyone dresses, acts, and lives however they feel at the time, and there is no such thing as being male or being female. You alone remember the world of gender. In such a world, would you still need to dress like a woman?" Asperger's ahoy!). There are 5 gender roles it can assign you at the end of the test. It's very telling that he, a completely straight male, and myself, a bisexual with random bouts of crossdressing, ended up both listed as "androgynous", the middle-of-the-road classification. (The five classifications, for the record, are "Standard Male", "Feminine Male", "Androgyne", "Probable Transsexual", and "Transsexual".) Doesn't sound bad? Well, here's the thing: I chose the ones I figured were most "male" (some of those are impossible to guess), and he answered honestly. Answering honestly had it classify me as a full-blown transsexual. (For the record, I am rather fond of my penis and it and I plan to keep a healthy relationship long into our old age.)
Now you begin to see how deep the rabbit-hole goes, yes? Here's where it gets better. She has a page devoted to "debunking" criticisms of the test, the "Last Word" on the subject. Recall a mention that reasoning wasn't too big on this site? Well, it kicks in here in droves. After a pretentious "if it fucks up, it's your fault" opening, we get right down to "I made this by cherry-picking pieces of three other tests". And then comes something truly brilliant: telling how to cheat certain psychological screenings.
Frankly, at this point, we have a good stopping post. This has been edited and rewritten around ten times now, I shit you not, and cost me more than a little of my teeth from grinding them in the process. What does this mean? Well, now that we've covered a single section of the site, I'll be keeping this up for a little, piece by piece. (The original draft, I shit you not, was longer than every last paper I had to write this semester combined.) On the plus side, those of you missing the bile Solomon brought to the table can rejoice! You now have something to look forward to as I post the pieces.
Profile: Bobby Crosby
If you've ever heard of the man, you probably know why he's here, and I really can't add much more, can I?
If not, oh, you are in for a FUN ride!
Profile: Bobby Crosby
Actual Name: Robert(?) Crosby
Aliases: Pupkin, +EV
Reason(s) Listed: Will stir up shit wherever mentioned, and because the stories about him are funny as fuck
First off, let's invoke the summoning ritual! Bobby Crosby (Pupkin), Bobby Crosby (Pupkin), Bobby Crosby (Pupkin).
Okay then. Since he claims to actually follow his referrals, let's make sure you all go ahead and click the following links to his various strips from over the years: Pupkin (his first comic, and, you'll notice, the ONLY one on Keenspot, despite his brother being one of the owners), +EV (it's about online poker, and makes no sense to me, so don't expect any explanation here), Last Blood (with a recommendation from Ain't It Cool News? How could it go wrong?), and Marry Me (it's weeabootastic!). Can't say I read a single one.
So yeah. He's the brother of Chris "I live in a school" Crosby, one of the heads of Keenspot. They'll hate me for advertising that, though. Ever since a series of meltdowns on the 'Spot forums, Bobby has been effectively persona non grata there, and rumors (ah, those wonderful tales) claim he was actually paid off to stay the hell away from the company and its operations, to avoid being associated with his behavior.
Why would he do such a thing, you ask? Simple. Bobby melts down EVERY TIME HE GETS ON A FORUM. Things you can be banned for doing on his own forums (no lie) include... well, shit, lemme just quote the man himself, and then let his own crazy do the talking (post cut and paste here since it's on Something Awful, and will vanish into the ether in the future):
"They're banned for BREAKING RULES. One rule is to never tell me to "chill out" or anything like that because it's disgusting. And none of those people are supporting me. No one supports me.
Seaniccus posted: He's also banned people for being "liars," like me apparently.
Yes, like practically everyone in the world, you're a huge liar, and you lied a ton more in this thread, of course.
Seaniccus posted:
He blew up at me for misinterperting something on the last page of Last Blood, because I didn't remember a small tell in the art two pages and several days earlier.
This is your major lie -- why do you keep repeating it? At first you said it was several pages earlier and a week earlier, then I (and others) corrected you and told you that it was ONE PAGE EARLIER AND 19 HOURS EARLIER, and now this is the third time SINCE THEN that you've chosen to continue lying and say that it was several pages earlier and several days earlier.
The issue was that this guy is so insanely stupid that he didn't understand what the final line of the first GN meant, even though the obvious "clues" to it were stated three times in the previous two pages, including twice on the previous page, which went up 19 hours before the last page. He also said that it was obvious that the last line actually meant something totally different than what it actually meant, something insanely stupid and weird. When he was corrected about this, he continued to lie about it and say that he couldn't remember because the pages went up a week earlier or whatever (totally false). Extremely annoying and he wouldn't stop doing it. And what kind of idiot doesn't at least re-read the previous page (or several) when reading the final page of a story comic anyway? And then whines about it being confusing! Jeez.
Seaniccus posted: He said "Uh, because there used to be vodka in them,"
That is not a direct quote. (This is one of my favorite parts. He feels the need to clarify this. Also the same person would later find this in his cache:
)
Seaniccus posted: and i called him a smart-ass
You called me a lot worse things than that, liar. He also sent me multiple e-mails that made no sense.
Seaniccus posted: i'm pretty sure he'll never get anything made with that attitude,and if he did - he would not have that kind of creative control, and he would lose his contract when he blew up at the director/producer in that manner.
I'm the director/producer and I'm funding it myself if no one else does, which was the plan from the start, as the blog post for the very first page states. Just signed a 12-month shopping agreement with Benderspink for "Last Blood."
Sulevis posted: Just so anyone not in the know knows how bad Bobby Pumpkin is: his own brother and mother had to pay him a lot of money so he'd distance himself from Keenspot.
I'm the president of Blatant Comics (been so since we started in '97), which is the comic book company that is actually making tons of money now, among the two (as compared to Keenspot, which is pure shit and always has been because they didn't listen to my advice and they basically just constantly chose for no reason to not even try to ever make money).
Tea-san posted: You just can't tell because Bobby doesn't mention who the artist of +EV is at all.
You're still telling these lies about me, asshole? You obviously know who the guy is -- ask him to show you the e-mails where I ask if he wants to use his name and where I ask if he wants me to link to his other comics, which he never even told me about -- I think I discovered them through YOU actually. Stop acting like I'm somehow intentionally not supporting him or something. He obviously doesn't want it to be public knowledge that he draws "+EV," so why the hell are you going against his wishes and somehow acting like you're supporting him?"
I know I'm stealing someone else's line here, but that is one big orange ball of crazy. (If I had to make an actual diagnosis, I'd say there might be moderate schizophrenia involved.) Want more? Shit, just look for any of the three aliases I mentioned at the top of this, and you're almost guaranteed to find something. Here's a good place to begin, he shows up on page 2.
Really, this is brief, I know, but it's about all you can say without cataloguing his meltdowns (and I somehow have a feeling the comments section will be vital for this).
If not, oh, you are in for a FUN ride!
Profile: Bobby Crosby
Actual Name: Robert(?) Crosby
Aliases: Pupkin, +EV
Reason(s) Listed: Will stir up shit wherever mentioned, and because the stories about him are funny as fuck
First off, let's invoke the summoning ritual! Bobby Crosby (Pupkin), Bobby Crosby (Pupkin), Bobby Crosby (Pupkin).
Okay then. Since he claims to actually follow his referrals, let's make sure you all go ahead and click the following links to his various strips from over the years: Pupkin (his first comic, and, you'll notice, the ONLY one on Keenspot, despite his brother being one of the owners), +EV (it's about online poker, and makes no sense to me, so don't expect any explanation here), Last Blood (with a recommendation from Ain't It Cool News? How could it go wrong?), and Marry Me (it's weeabootastic!). Can't say I read a single one.
So yeah. He's the brother of Chris "I live in a school" Crosby, one of the heads of Keenspot. They'll hate me for advertising that, though. Ever since a series of meltdowns on the 'Spot forums, Bobby has been effectively persona non grata there, and rumors (ah, those wonderful tales) claim he was actually paid off to stay the hell away from the company and its operations, to avoid being associated with his behavior.
Why would he do such a thing, you ask? Simple. Bobby melts down EVERY TIME HE GETS ON A FORUM. Things you can be banned for doing on his own forums (no lie) include... well, shit, lemme just quote the man himself, and then let his own crazy do the talking (post cut and paste here since it's on Something Awful, and will vanish into the ether in the future):
"They're banned for BREAKING RULES. One rule is to never tell me to "chill out" or anything like that because it's disgusting. And none of those people are supporting me. No one supports me.
Seaniccus posted: He's also banned people for being "liars," like me apparently.
Yes, like practically everyone in the world, you're a huge liar, and you lied a ton more in this thread, of course.
Seaniccus posted:
He blew up at me for misinterperting something on the last page of Last Blood, because I didn't remember a small tell in the art two pages and several days earlier.
This is your major lie -- why do you keep repeating it? At first you said it was several pages earlier and a week earlier, then I (and others) corrected you and told you that it was ONE PAGE EARLIER AND 19 HOURS EARLIER, and now this is the third time SINCE THEN that you've chosen to continue lying and say that it was several pages earlier and several days earlier.
The issue was that this guy is so insanely stupid that he didn't understand what the final line of the first GN meant, even though the obvious "clues" to it were stated three times in the previous two pages, including twice on the previous page, which went up 19 hours before the last page. He also said that it was obvious that the last line actually meant something totally different than what it actually meant, something insanely stupid and weird. When he was corrected about this, he continued to lie about it and say that he couldn't remember because the pages went up a week earlier or whatever (totally false). Extremely annoying and he wouldn't stop doing it. And what kind of idiot doesn't at least re-read the previous page (or several) when reading the final page of a story comic anyway? And then whines about it being confusing! Jeez.
Seaniccus posted: He said "Uh, because there used to be vodka in them,"
That is not a direct quote. (This is one of my favorite parts. He feels the need to clarify this. Also the same person would later find this in his cache:
)Seaniccus posted: and i called him a smart-ass
You called me a lot worse things than that, liar. He also sent me multiple e-mails that made no sense.
Seaniccus posted: i'm pretty sure he'll never get anything made with that attitude,and if he did - he would not have that kind of creative control, and he would lose his contract when he blew up at the director/producer in that manner.
I'm the director/producer and I'm funding it myself if no one else does, which was the plan from the start, as the blog post for the very first page states. Just signed a 12-month shopping agreement with Benderspink for "Last Blood."
Sulevis posted: Just so anyone not in the know knows how bad Bobby Pumpkin is: his own brother and mother had to pay him a lot of money so he'd distance himself from Keenspot.
I'm the president of Blatant Comics (been so since we started in '97), which is the comic book company that is actually making tons of money now, among the two (as compared to Keenspot, which is pure shit and always has been because they didn't listen to my advice and they basically just constantly chose for no reason to not even try to ever make money).
Tea-san posted: You just can't tell because Bobby doesn't mention who the artist of +EV is at all.
You're still telling these lies about me, asshole? You obviously know who the guy is -- ask him to show you the e-mails where I ask if he wants to use his name and where I ask if he wants me to link to his other comics, which he never even told me about -- I think I discovered them through YOU actually. Stop acting like I'm somehow intentionally not supporting him or something. He obviously doesn't want it to be public knowledge that he draws "+EV," so why the hell are you going against his wishes and somehow acting like you're supporting him?"
I know I'm stealing someone else's line here, but that is one big orange ball of crazy. (If I had to make an actual diagnosis, I'd say there might be moderate schizophrenia involved.) Want more? Shit, just look for any of the three aliases I mentioned at the top of this, and you're almost guaranteed to find something. Here's a good place to begin, he shows up on page 2.
Really, this is brief, I know, but it's about all you can say without cataloguing his meltdowns (and I somehow have a feeling the comments section will be vital for this).
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