In response to Kathy Sierra.

Having been a party to all that went on at both Meankids and Unclebobism, and observing the fallout therefrom, one thing is as clear as crystal to me:

You are going to use the publicity of being an innocent victim of a hate crime to sell more books and dishonestly and unfairly besmirch a literary rival.

I have to hand it to you, Kathy, you know an opportunity when you see one. It's just a shame you have to resort to lies because you've seen an opportunity to get rich quickly.

I would take this opportunity to remind you about how those who rise quickly on nothing but hot air fall well below their point of origin, but I think you might consider that as my threatening to rob you after the checks start rolling in.

Well, I live in Australia and I wouldn't waste one cent on you, your books or trying to bring you undone. I am, however, going to enjoy watching yet another flash-in-the-pan fade into nothingness just like Helen Darville.

You might also care to write to Liz Tay and remind her that Mediawatch has eyes in every newspaper and mine are on her and I have an active account with the ABC.

You should also take up writing for The Watchtower. That's about how honest and objective your work is, Kathy. It gives me a headache which worsens with every line I read.

Sincerely,
NOT Anonymous - Paul Ritchie,
Australia.

Posted by: Paul Ritchie | Mar 27, 2007 4:59:05 AM

She should apply to the liars team for the position of Biggest Liar.

I have received a response from one of Kathy's readers...

TO: Paul Ritchie
RE: You Were There?

"Having been a party to all that went on at both Meankids and Unclebobism, and observing the fallout therefrom..." -- Paul Ritchie

Was that image there?

Who posted it?

How long was it there before the person who operates/sysops the UncleBobisms blog removed it? If they removed it?

Did the sysop make comment on it?

Did the sysop have a disclaimer?

What were the sysop's terms of service?

Enquiring minds want to know?

Regards,

Chuck(le)
[Beware of false knowledge; it is more dangerous than ignorance. -- George Bernard Shaw]

P.S. What's your beef with WatchTower?

Posted by: Chuck Pelto | Mar 27, 2007 5:21:32 AM

Chuck, in the words of a Meankid as was: Fuck off. You're too stupid to be on the internet.

At drumsandwhistles.com...

I troll around quite a few blogs and by and large, I treat the content as being the opinion and sentiment of the author and that's just fine and dandy.

If the author uses their blog to make money, more power to them.

When they blog and pretend to be an authority on blogging - I tend to gag a bit. Kathy Sierra makes me gag a lot. Her vision is narrower than that of a keyhole peeper with cataracts.

She is just another L Ron Hubbard of the blogosphere - full of bloated nonsense - which she passes off as being something akin to the elixir of life.

What offends me is that she makes money selling books that are essentially worthless to gullible and vulnerable members of the public.

Yes, this sort of thing happens a lot in blogland and most of us just shrug it off with "some you win, some you lose" and we move on.

Kathy Sierra has not only lied her lily white butt off and besmirched a superior author who references everything he writes, but she's used technorati as her mouthpiece and will doubtless increase her profit from cancelling her gig by a factor of 10.

She's just offended that not everyone takes her word as gospel and actually had the means and the temerity to say so.

I couldn't give a tinker's cuss about Kathy Sierra or any of her ilk. I feel sorry for everyone who spends their hard-earned on any of her pathetic books. She's shallow, she's a liar, they are her victims.

NOT hiding behind anonymity,
Paul Ritchie
Australia.

And to some journo from Computerworld Australia...

Dear Liz,

I was a party to all that was going on at both Meankids.org and Unclebobism on Wordpress.

Though I didn't post the material which so offended Kathy Sierra, I did find it funny but considered it at that stage to be more of an inside joke since Unclebobism had only been live for 3 days and had less than a dozen members, myself being one of them.

I also weighed in on the Henry Ford debate at Tara Hunt's and in both cases, what this boils down to, firstly in Tara Hunt's case, she had given half a story on Ford which Chris Locke augmented in pure objective and academic style, for which reason I still can't understand she deemed contrary to her purpose. When asked for the basis upon which she made her assertions, Ms Hunt went silent and would not even address the questions.

I haven't taken the opportunity yet to weigh in on the Kathy Sierra story, but having been a party to what was going on at Meankids and Unclebobism, I can not only state unequivocally that Kathy Sierra is lying, but over the next couple of months will undertake to define her lies and general dishonesty. An off-colour joke is not a threat, inducement or encouragement to murder as she states. She is a slick marketer, but so are Jehovah's Witnesses.

I am hopeful your story will focus more on the nature of blogging spats rather than a character study of one party or the other. We weren't angels at Unclebobism, but nor did we pretend we were ever going to be. Kathy Sierra, on the other hand, claims to be some sort of blog afficionado yet she has amazingly publicly cancelled a speaking gig over something that appeared in a 3 day old communal blog on Wordpress?

She's also an author. I suspect this will make it to television in the U.S., get picked up by the networks and blown right out of all proportion and she will, in one fell swoop, have besmirched a literary rival and gained a huge amount of free publicity and her books will rocket off the shelves making her an instant millionairess and all on the wave generated by her own dishonesty which will come to light in due course.

I trust you - being Australian - will see through it.

I shall look forward to reading the next edition of Computerworld Australia.

Yours sincerely,
Paul Ritchie
Melbourne, Vic. Au.

Wow! Capybaras are rawrsome.

We LOVE to hear from you, and we think of this blog as a big dinner party. Y'all are our invited guests, but if you're being rude and obnoxious we'll let the bouncer toss you. So please, stick to debating and criticizing ideas rather than personal attacks. Also, if you don't see your comment right away, it means we've turned on moderation to fight the evil spammers. It'll show up soon.

So.....

http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Kathy_Sierra&direction=next&oldid=117915314

but it didn't stick, so....

http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Kathy_sierra




Oh, and if you're going to leave messages anonymously, they're going to be deleted. We don't like cowards at the Ratblog.

Flora May has a big fat cunt and needs massive cockheads to fill it. So leave your names and I'll pass them on.

Mad props to Joey!

JUST FKN BECAUSE.

So....

Of course I'm up to no good again.

But you'll just have to wait and see how it pans out.

Case for and against..

For:

It's quicker.
It's always connected.
No dial up costs.
I can get things done faster.
I can do more stuff.
The kids get shitty when they can't send me stuff or get stuff from me without it taking forever.


Against:

Costs more.
Very real risk of getting bored out of my head much quicker.
Either use way too much or hardly any at all.
That fucking phone will ring when I'm on the net.



The irritations of having broadband are still outweighing the benefits and the kids are going to get shitty with me anyway because I rarely do anything they want me to do and having broadband deprives me of excuses for not doing it.

The one thing that does worry me is missing Uncle Bob's boat for not being able to keep pace with its rapid expansion.

Meh, we'll wait another 6 weeks and see how we feel about it then.

Some people are just born to whinge

I can't tell if this person is joking or not, even if the rant itself was fairly funny. The new home of meankids.org is a day old, it's owner is still finding his feet with the new servers, still fumbling around with how all the bits and pieces work etc...

And already there's a complaint about the background colour?

I don't know this person well enough to start casting aspersions but these things don't just happen overnight and the last thing anyone needs is people complaining about the bloody site. If you have something to post, post it. If not, at least wait until it's a finished product before tearing strips of it and its creator.

There are only 7 of us as members so far, my god I'm so exulted!

Out of 5,000+ people who would give their eye teeth to get what I got, I'm one of only 7 people with a name on the list.

Touch me and burn your finger coz I'm just that hot.

Word!

The Boy moves again.

I dropped into Meankids tonight only to find it's gone.

I emailed its creator for an explanation and his response was: "Short answer, it's gone."

I figured that much.

The new site is being created and the friends list has to start from scratch again. I can't believe people were unhappy with the last site.

What I did notice was the number of people who'd received official notification of the new site. There were only about a dozen people and I was one of them... Sssssssssstoked or what!

I mean, this is a guy with 5,000+ people on his mailing list and I'm one of the chosen few, the dirty dozen he picks to advise of the new website.

Spoke to a parent of one of the younger kids tonight. Sarah's a laugh. She got to know me for about two months before she dragged her eldest to the computer to have a conversation. I dropped a comment on his myspace last week which he discovered within 20 minutes and he got me on messenger to rap what I'd said.

I complimented him on his new layout with "Phwoar! You dun it sik bruz. Props."
He responded with much mirth. Then he told me to fix my own up with some music but me being a total dunce when it comes to that sort of thing, he had to walk me through it. I didn't get the song I wanted but I got a good one nevertheless.

Tonight, Sarah and I swapped music again like we did last year, we laughed hard about what's been going on for the last few weeks with the Liars Team and swapped more anecdotes of previous encounters and stories about fish.

There was a time when after hitting one of my triggers that I wasn't on messenger for a few months but we straightened that out like mature people do. Now when there's time, we're on the phone for hours, laughing our arses off at god only knows what.

Tonight though, swapping music with one of the few women on this planet who actually has a handle on the way my mind works... I felt deeply moved. She let me share my music with her and she liked what I sent. She used to hate my music. She'd send hers and I hated some of it, then we got around to some sort of common ground and she sends me songs I like - which is all well and good... but the icing on the cake is having Sarah give me the opportunity to share with her something that I love too.

Must say, when I got her into a conversation with Will and Anton and they gave her a hard time, that was bloody funny. Tonight I told her about Shao and Will getting into a conversation...

I'll just map this out properly because it was fucking hysterical when it happened...

Shao is 16 and lives in England, Anton is 18 and lives in Canada and Will is 19 I think and lives near Anton. All three are brilliant. Will is so laid back it's a wonder he isn't dead. But he's so au fait with internet tricks and schemes and Shao is flexing his knuckles at the expense of the Liars Team. Shao and Will just had to meet. I arranged it... lol

So for a while they exchanged ideas about causing mischief and Will imparted some good info and was amazingly patient because Shao asked obvious questions. I sat watching it all with interest because I was learning from both of them. In the middle of the conversation, the question was popped: "Do you like Michael Jackson?" I almost fell on the floor laughing.

I'd seen that before and it was like watching an episode of Q7 - knowing what's going to happen next but still finding it funny not because of the surprise, but because it's genuinely hilarious.

So when I ran that past Sarah tonight, reliving the moment, because she's spoken to all three of them, she shared my enjoyment of the moment. I don't even have the words to express how much that meant to me. Sarah likes the music I sent, she knows all about the kids I talk to and she shares the same feelings for them as I have - and her own son is sharp as a whip as well.

And that shark... what a brilliant fish to catch. And to have held it for a moment or two before putting that beautiful creature back into the sea and watch it swim away... you couldn't pay for that sort of feeling.

And now I'm listening to Bon Jovi on repeat and enjoying the fact that my friends - my real friends - people worth having as friends are those who share their time, their skills, their knowledge and their thoughts with me and allow me to share mine with them. Friends who don't just say the word "vagina" and think they're clever and funny when in reality they're staggeringly tragic.

My friends are the best.

Went fishing this morning...

This is the Port Jackson shark I caught this morning. Only a little fella but how gorgeous are those markings and fins!

Anyway, that's a pic of me about to put my shark back into the bay. I caught a couple of flathead as well but one wasn't much bigger than a fingernail so it also went back into the sea.

Thank goodness for the mobile phone! Who'd've believed me if I said I caught a shark in Port Phillip Bay!

Plague takes up the reins...

I do so enjoy trailing the Liars Team around by the nose...

The argument he's trying to make now is that because Wes either mistakenly or for effect used the plural, then everything that follows is a lie. That's just stupid and disingenuous.

Actually plaque, any statement proceeding from an inaccurate premise is an untruth and when the premise is deliberately misleading, the statement is a lie. Let's not get all semantic about it, it's just a lie. But Corel's good at that sort of thing, you may have noticed. You're certainly following her example.

There's a whole catalogue celebrating the enormity of all your bullshit too, plaque.

Here's one example for you...

It would be akin to the gedanken experiment where let's say he hangs out with five 16 year olds. In this scenario, someone refers to it being a half of a dozen, which sends Rat into a frenzy of denial and calling the person a liar.

He's doing exactly that in this case, attempting to dismiss an underlying contention due to what is in essence a slight error in math.

It wasn't a slight error in math, Mr Liar Plague, it was an outright lie. It was a deliberate attempt to mislead as are all of your own when you sprinkle your assertions with unfounded assumptions, language intended to cause an emotional rather than a rational reaction, exaggeration, misdirection... the list just goes on and on - as do the Liars Team.

Now that we've gotten the semantics out of the way, we can address the fundamental problem with this scenario.

False Dilemma
Definition:
The arguer presents a limited number of choices or options, while in reality there are more options than those presented. A variation on this fallacy is "Bifurcation" or the "Black and White" fallacy where only two options are considered while other alternatives exist.

And let's get on with the limited number of choices to show you up for the liar you are, plaque.

At best, it indicates an emotionally retarded man who seeks out teens due to some inability to interact with more age-appropriate people. Taking even this most generous of interpretations, it indicates a serious flaw in character that should be addressed rather than indulged.

Actually, when all the evidence is presented, it doesn't indicate any such thing at all. By your reasoning, all teachers, coaches, extended family members - in fact everyone who isn't a parent or sibling of a child - is creepy and wrong for not immediately spurning every young person who comes within visual range.

I used to coach junior sport. In six years and two different sports, my teams won five premierships and were runners up twice. Helping kids achieve their own goals is a buzz. It's a buzz you'll never know. Ask Corel how absurdly disproportionately thrilling it is when Lumpy the Wonderbrat does something new like reading a street sign or differentiate between a bag of rice and a bag of spaghetti. That's the payoff, plaque. Your idea of a thrill is to chalk up self proclaimed victories in an internet argument against a person you don't know for the edification of people you don't even like!

What a pointless existence you have.

Almost as pointless as the continued existence of the Bint offspring. I mean, that waste of resources is going to be dependent for the rest of his life, draining the finances of the community at large, the product of the defective genes handed down by its genetically questionable maternal unit. Special schools, sheltered workshops, nursing home by the time it's 40... yep, nothing but a charity case there. God help us all if that blighted creature is ever permitted to grant its parents any grandchildren.

Of course, if I had a say in it, he could be employed as a moving target in a paintball arena. Tom the Splot...

Yah.

*Edit*

The Bintage_Liar tells the truth (for once in her pointless life)

the sick thing about this place is.. we see the heading.. we know it's going to be vile as all manner of fuck.But we can't not look.That says something about the membership here. It really really does.

One could almost feel sorry for them for persisting in this notion I'm preying on teenagers for any sort of sordid reason they imagine. After all, by their own admission, they are sick and vile and can't help themselves.

When English isn't English...

Actually, that could at worst be labeled an exaggeration, claiming multiple 16 year olds instead of just the one. A lie of omission would be if Wes were leaving out an innocent and/or legitimate reason he was hanging out with teenagers (and some number of 20 year olds). Except there isn't one to leave out. He's solicited them to perform at least one admitted crime

Can anyone else see the contradictions here?

Claiming multiple 16 year olds instead of just one is an exaggeration - but they're apparently ok. Exaggerations aren't used as tools for manipulation and deception. (I'm not quite sure for what they're used APART from manipulation and deception, but it's definitely not a lie. Well, not much of one. lol.)

A lie of omission would be leaving out any factors which might indicate possibilities contrary to the bullshit the author was trying to concoct. For example, Matt is not only a graffiti vandal, but in one such gathering at the station, it was discussed what sort of art he liked - legitimate art - and to what purposes besides vandalism such skills could be put. The very real possibility of exhibiting canvases at various free community galleries was just such an option.

Tom's carpentry apprenticeship is discussed, overcoming Ahmed's antipathy to reading is discussed... and so on it goes, along with bands, pubs, mates etc. I guess because the conversation generally centres on what's important and relevant to them and they value my opinions insofar as such are pertinent to their interests is why they enjoy sitting around at the station talking to me.

Suggesting my only reason for being there is to get them to do crime - or for any other reason - is just more bullshit.

But you already knew that.

The only reason you have for making bullshit suggestions about me and the people with whom I converse is the fact you fear me and I annoy you. And that's the whole truth.

Fallacy of Exclusion - or lie by omission...
Definition:
Important evidence which would undermine an inductive argument is excluded
from consideration. The requirement that all relevant information be included is
called the "principle of total evidence".

Examples:
Jones is Albertan, and most Albertans vote Tory, so Jones will probably vote Tory. (The information left out is that Jones lives in Edmonton, and that most people in Edmonton vote Liberal or N.D.P.)

The Leafs will probably win this game because they've won nine out of their last ten. (Eight of the Leafs' wins came over last place teams, and today they are playing the first place team.)

Proof:
Give the missing evidence and show that it changes the outcome of the inductive argument. Note that it is not sufficient simply to show that not all of the evidence was included; it must be shown that the missing evidence will change the conclusion.

And this one's just because it was too obvious to ignore...

"I desperately want to see that video, zippy. It sounds like it would replace all comedy DVDs that I own."

Jen dear, get Bint to send you vids of her kid's parties with his little tard mates. Watch what happens when the adult takes the corkscrew off the one with glasses - that's fuckin hilarious.

Oh shit! That's Bint's throwback! Oops.

And the gold medal for the victory in the biggest internet war in his own mind goes to....

Der Plaque.

lol.

I skimmed Rat's blog entry. Meh, same old same old. Lots of past tense about how he showed people lied but can't point to anything. The usual smoke and mirrors.

Or even define it by any objective standard - such as Lying by Omission and pointing out perfect examples of same.

But I suppose what could anyone expect from a man who spends 8 months sending emails to MSN about pictures of humping turtles and screaming "It's obscene! It's obscene!" who now spends his time in a group which happily discusses incest, laughs at a photograph of bestiality and who so loves his new companions, he's desperately hoping nobody will be reminded of the emails he sent...

As an aside, I see you've made another brilliant managerial decision, in making ConfusedMonkey an Assistant Manager. You realize, of course, that she is an ally of Ardra, and actively defended her actions? Thus, you are ensuring a repeat of this incident, and probably a lifting of the ban supposedly on " 'Ardra ". I say supposedly, as members can not see the ban list, thus as far as I know the nick's absence from the list is just the result of a kick. Not that it matters, of course, since I fully expected you to lift the supposed ban at a convenient time, and it was hardly a just solution in any case.

... and who also comes out with such startlingly lucid and cogent statements as this...

Once the goal was reached, it was over as far as I was concerned, but
apparently you want to keep fighting that battle. Get it through your skull, I won.

You won an argument? On the internet? Shit I bet you feel like Batman now huh plaque? Zap! Pow! Bam! and all that?

U da man!

And Carol's yo bitch.

You didn't write in 5-6 blogs about your feud.

Neither did I. Not that I want to point out who's lying AGAIN, plaque, but see if you can get Carol to point out 5 blogs where I've written about this.

You didn't set up a mirror community like Cheriville

Yeah, and you didn't do it with the enthusiastic help of ConfusedMongy, Bintage_Liar or Woeful Henry to boot. So there. But Carol, I hate ever so much to burst your bubble, but plaque did, in fact, set up a mirror community. I'd forgotten about it so thanks for reminding me. It's called Temple of Ardra. Ask him all about it.

You didn't send in teenagers to flood and spam the place.

Neither did I. They saw what they saw and did what they did. I just heartily enjoyed their efforts and duly congratulated them. Truth be told, though not by you, I still think it's hilarious and enthuse with them on their efforts quite regularly.

You wanted to join to reiterate your points - you didn't ruin another
community with your whining.

No, he just tried to destroy the one community - get it shut down - and failed to do even that. What was he saying about victory again?

You had Tart's phone number, but didn't attempt to blackmail her with it.

What would his reason have been? Delete all of Ardra's posts - because I want my pound of flesh? lol... yeah, that'd look real good on an arraignment.

You had Monkey's contact information, and informed her on how to keep it private...instead of blackmailing her with it.

Yeah, and I was protecting my friends from the likes of plaque and Ergo. You do see what Ergo has done, don't you. Well, ball's in motion for that creepy bastard now, and there ain't a damn thing I can do to stop it either.

You see 16 and 17 yr olds everyday...but have no desire to be their best friend.

Feeling's probably entirely mutual.

While the blog entries dedicated to myself are fantastic - let's face it, I
have obviously dominated his waking thoughts for the last few days -

Whereas I, on the other hand, have dominated the waking thoughts of the entire Liars Team for months. I'm the most talked about subject you've had since that board sprouted.

I OWN YOU!

Degenerating into routine

Repeat the lie often enough and it will eventually be taken as truth...

Odd how when I point out the lies of the Liars Team, I point out the lies as well.

Despite Carol's claims I can do no such thing, I can do it every time. (But we'll just ignore that.)
Despite Bint's claims she "never made that phone call" she backed me up by saying "you just misunderstood the nature of the friendship." (But we'll just ignore that.)
Despite Twevor using a page from my first ever website as "Exhibit 1", the source of that particular bit of writing was studiously ignored. (But we'll just ignore that too.)
Plague didn't spam or flood. No, plague scrolled - huge difference. He only did it across three threads too before ConfusedMongy grabbed me in Messenger to alert me to what was going on. (But we'll just ignore that as well.)

No, the only lies which serve our purposes are those for which we can use innuendo to appeal to natural fear and ignorance. We don't have proof, so we'll just make it look bad.

We won't try to establish any facts - that after 12 months, 18 months, 5 years, 6 years even - not one of the young people I've ever met on the internet has ever even accused me of anything remotely suspicious. Not one accusation. Facts just get in the way of a good smear campaign.

Never have I said to any of them "don't tell...." and never have I discouraged any of them from contacting one another. Never have I tried to hide from them any of the bullshit that's flying around about me. NOT ONCE. How do you think they found your hovel? I blogged it, they followed their clicky things. They talk to each other without my knowledge too. Fancy that!! I'm introducing young people from one part of the world to - gosh darn it - other young people in other parts of the world.

Oh my god I'm so evil.

And not once - NOT ONCE - has any member of the Liars Team even bothered to TRY to find out the truth behind my conversations with teenagers. Just sit back, point the finger, accuse and malign. Even when you had three teenagers right there.... what did Carol do? She lied by omission in an attempt to further discredit me. What a mom!

The most hypocritical aspect of all though is that you've all known about it for years, but it's only since Ardra pulled her stunt and sent plague over the edge of insanity that any of you have started paying any attention to it. Yep, hypocrites. Lying, cowardly hypocrites.

Carol - when will you stop lying?

Oh Carol Carol Carol...

When will you stop trying so desperately to deceive.

Ooh, I just read the latest blog entry. Lol.

I've never called you a pedophile, Chat. I know why you prefer the company of teenagers, and it's not for what you claim.

Your bullshit over getting those kids to break and enter is disgusting, and sorry but your story doesn't add up. Either you were grossly exaggerating in your first account of it, or you're now lying to save face - which is it? Don't worry about writing a 6 paragraph self-indulgent answer....I already know. Let's look at the exact phrasing you used at the time:

QUOTE

I recruited Tom and Ahmed one night a couple of months ago to engage in a spot of judicious burglary and theft which they did with admirable professionalism. They stole everything I said they could steal and didn't touch anything else. They also made a very tidy profit out of it. And no, it wasn't any sort of insurance or any other kind of scam either. It was a sitting duck waiting to be knocked off by someone and I just made sure we were first. Hey, I never said I was an angel. I can be bad to the bone when the mood suits me.

Quite a far cry from the claims you're making now. For the amused audience reading this, I'd also like to clarify one little fact which adds to the impression of these events:

Tom was 17. Ahmed was only 16. That's right - Chat is meeting 16 yr olds at stations and enlisting them to steal for him.

My claims, Carol darling, were made in my original blog entry back in August of last year.

But I wrote all that in my original blog entry. This little fishing trip of yours is just another pristine example of lying by both OMISSION and COMMISSION.

You don't have all the details of the original blog entry and you're not going to get them. Bintage_Liar and ConfusedMongy have seen to that.

More to the point, and taking things way way way out of context - AGAIN - the above quote comes from the Ratblog entry of November 20...

Tom is 17, his constant sidekick, Ahmed, is 16. The others range in ages from 17 to 20 and I enjoy being around all of them singularly or in the group. We just all get along so well and it's always just so relaxed, easy and comfortable - sitting under the trees at the station.

I'll just note here that all these kids are well known to the local constabulary for all the wrong reasons. So they're not what the deadhearts would call "nice kids". They're not "nice", they're fairly wild, tough and wilful - and they look it - and I adore them.

So Rat, was meeting up with 17 - 20 year olds and one 16 year old if he was there and often he wasn't, which is a far cry from your bit of bullshit about meeting up with 16 year olds - plural.

Face it you lying old cow, your filthy mind is filling in the blanks and you're making what should be fairly amusing tableaux into the sordid degrading product of your own filthy conjuring.

Ergo is probably keeping Kleenex distributors afloat literally all by himself.

I'm sure you can still get into the Promethean's Clubhouse. Re-read the "In a glass darkly" thread - it's very enlightening about the mindset of Ergo. It's 3 years old and nothing at all has changed. Fancy that.


And so nice to see you all reading, re-reading and scouring the entire internet for evidence of my writing. Do more of it. It'll keep you out of porn sites. (Though with the collective present mindset of the Liars Team, even a housebrick would have sexual connotations for all of you.)

We have a new game!

It's called tag-team flame wars...

Carol has sunk to the corner, she's out. No answer whatsoever to my rapier-like observation of her lies by omission.

She'll deny it, of course. If she didn't, she'd hardly qualify as a bonafide member of the Liars Team. But she's gone - dead and buried. Oh well, maybe now she'll spend more time with her kid than she will on the net. Somehow I doubt it though. That kid's growin' up an orphan.

I mentioned in my last post that the best thing about talking to the kids is that they teach me new tricks. It's a simple concept. They banter on in their usual fashion and they're bound to say something completely new to me and when I ask what they're talking about - unlike some people I could mention - instead of going off about how out of the loop I am, they actually show me how to do the things they're doing.

Cool huh?

Another really cool thing is when they ask questions of me, it's usually about stuff that's well within my abilities to answer. Tonight, for example, we were discussing the bicameral parliamentary system, geography, history and religion.
Smart kids.

What did you discuss tonight, Carol? Jen's tits? Me? How much effort did you put into a convincing argument? How much lying by omission did you do?

Mmmm... quite a lot I see. Honesty's a difficult concept for you isn't it Carol. You'd much rather win an argument with one quarter of the available evidence than have to admit you really don't have any argument at all. Btw, whom are you trying so desperately to convince?

Me?

lol... Christ, woman. Give it up; you're the biggest bullshitter never to have your own tv show.

It seems the cliche I used in my previous entry touched lightly upon Henry's gag reflex nerve. Strange to say but I didn't invite the Liars Team to read my blog and you're more than welcome not to.

I know ergo can't help himself, because he's the creepiest sleaze I've ever actually encountered with my own eyes. He's probably already gone right through my profile and jotted down every last skerrick of everything he could find to use at a later date.

It must be a perennial disappointment to him that there isn't anything sensational or risque or even moderately titillating around any of my ports of call.

Should read my favourite author's blog though, there's quite often pictures of naked women in there. Click the Rageboy links. Ergo probably has already in his desperate quest to find something incriminating.

Anyway, I could sit here and blog all night, but right now, I'm chatting with a young man the Liars Team completely failed to save.

I keep telling people they're smart kids and not to piss teenagers off.... they just won't listen though.

(Feel free to puke now, Henry. I dropped that line in just for you.)

Lies, dangerous lies, and skillfully crafted.

Carol says...

It's all lies? Really?Think about things a little harder, Shao. Notice Paul can't actually pick a line that is a lie out of everyting I've said? Not one line can he pick out and say "This is absolutely untrue"...don't you find that odd?

Paul can. Paul knows a little bit more about what constitutes truth and you ain't tellin' it.

It's called LYING BY OMISSION. And you are an expert at it.

The Biggest Lie About Lies -- A Lie of Omission Is Not a Lie!

A lie of omission is the most insidious, most pervasive, and most common lie on the entire planet. Commonly, those who use this type of lie, have conned themselves into believing that to intentionally remain silent when ethical behavior calls for one to speak up is not a lie at all. In spite of overwhelming evidence that their silence deceives, misleads, and often causes untold grief and misery, they refuse to speak the truth.
(source: http://www.choice101.com/19-lies.html#LiesOfOmission)

You want to tell Shao about what happened with two kids last year but you won't tell the whole truth. You're quite content to let Shao and all your bullshitting buddies think I plucked two totally innocent kids from the comfort of their loungerooms and got them to engage in a bit of criminal activity thereby putting them both at great risk.

What you neglected to mention was my reasons for asking those two particular teenagers to help me get my own back on one partner who was ripping myself and a third partner blind - and in the process make themselves some easy money. I had a legal right to be on the premises at the time so there was never any risk of being done for burglary, they took what I told them to take and took nothing I asked them to leave, so they couldn't even have been done for theft.

Most pertinently of all, I did it so they could make enough money to stop breaking into houses and using stolen cars as getaway vehicles - and it worked. More than that, what you neglected to tell Shao - because you're nothing but a lying bitch - is that one of those teenagers used his share of the loot to fund a pre-apprenticeship training course, which he finished in December. No more burglary and theft of motor vehicles.

But the stupid thing is, you think I try to keep my activities secret from kids. I don't. I keep my activities secret from lying manipulative bitches like you and creepy motherfuckers like ergo and psycho nutbags like plague.

Why? Because you use the lie of omission like a juggler uses tennis balls. Your lying is the most insidious and potentially most damaging form of bullshit anywhere. Ask Ardra about it. She knows ALL about it - even plague will confirm that.

Bint just straight lies - the lie of commission. She didn't make that phone call, oh no... she was too drunk to remember it - which, incidently, I've never been so drunk I can't remember anything. Then she exaggerates the contents of the email I sent with the link in it. I simply said I hadn't been well - she thought I was dying and rang me up bawling her eyes out. I'm like WTF?!?!!

No, instead he'll pick out a line where I've criticized his actions and he'll justify WHY he took those actions. Shao, that doesn't make what I said a lie.

Lying to a teenager about the nature of your lying....

My God you're a low bitch. It's testament to the integrity of Shao and the others that they can see straight through you though. You blurt all over the place that I'm a pedophile. Well shit, that didn't work. Now you're trying to convince them I'm evil in other ways - not suspecting they've known me for almost a year and from their own experience, they know you're just a hoard of bitter old lying fuckwits, hypocritical, cowardly and pathetic.

You know the best thing about talking to teenagers, Carol?

They have the patience to teach new tricks to an old dog like me.

And now that we've reeled the fish right in...

They follow me around P&A, they followed me to my MySpace, they follow my blog...

My goodness what tiny little lives they have.

The drunken mothers who neglect their kids the better to chase me around the internet and call me all sorts of unoriginal names.

The drunken single mothers and their faithful troop of pathetic little whiners whose existence has only such meaning as the drunken single mothers bestow upon them in moments of lucidity.

Hypocrites all, Liars all, predictable as hell, tired, old and cowardly.

No comments, please. You all know I'm right.

I drip to the knees every time she touches the keys.

Liars Ahoy!

Quite a lot he leaves out there. Like having a temper tantrum and quitting Architecture of Thought...and dragging it over to PnA because he just wasn't done bitching.

Oh... dates... relevant dates... shit, I forgot relevant dates. Let's see, I remember a mother who spent more time on the internet than she did with her kid, and asking people off the net for advice about her kid's difficult behaviour...

Hmmm.... stop spending all your free time and your boss's time on the net trying to prove how uber you are and spend more time doing actual work - and... omg... being a mother.

I mean, that was a big chunk of my spat with him.

As I remember it, you were complaining about specific behaviours and as I was pointing out how life's minutiae affect little kids vastly moreso than we adults even notice, you scoffed and said I wasn't the child whisperer.

So OBVIOUSLY there was nothing that could possibly have been going on anywhere at all that your kid might be dealing with which manifests itself in behaviour you feel incapable of handling - to the point where you ask for advice in an internet forum. Not that you were ever going to heed any advice at all because you are the font of all wisdom and knowledge on the internet. In fact, you are so knowledgeable and wise, you thought to lob in on P4Idiots with a view to teaching them a thing or two. Good God, how magnanimous of you! O omniscient Carol.

But after all is said and done, Rat's not a dad. What would he know...

He claims I jumped in?

You mean you didn't?

His chief complaint about me and Henry at the time was that we DIDN'T jump in when Zippy insulted his dead and gone brother.

Actually, my chief complaint at the time was Vintage Liar throwing a faux dyke turn because she's so in love with Ardra and the rest of the Liar's team jumping on her bandwagon after her remark about supporting zippy if he said he wanted to screw Christopher's skull. Gee, that's the high class remark of someone who really cares. With 'friends' like the Bint, who needs zippy?

In fact, he actually dragged us in by bitching about our characters, and how dare we not stand up for all is right and help him defeat Zippy in a nasty internet war.

What a marvellously telling sentence... stand up for all [that] is right AND help him defeat zippy...

You did neither. The decent people were dismayed at the comments flying about concerning Christopher. The Liars just congealed while plague was into the 3rd week of his 8 month long campaign.

What a convenient and selective memory he has. I'm sorry, Paul, but you took on Zippy - and that was just retarded.

I take on everyone eventually. Hadn't you noticed?

I'm not defending your ass to Zippy, no more than I would be your lawyer against Ergo. Besides, you're supposed to be this big cheesy internet bad-boy asshole.

Whom you haven't stopped talking about since November - in absolutely glowing terms too. I must be doing something right. :)

What did you need me for?

Whoa! What's with the presuppositions, girly?

So, let's get this story straight, before he forgets some more. He boos and hoos about no one defending him, all the while crying that what Zippy said had no effect.

Let's get this story totally straight. zippy did have no affect. It was an eye opener seeing people who once professed their love and friendship - one of whom demanded I profess my love in return on the telephone, one who rang me up bawling her eyes out because of an email I sent her - she thought I was dying after I sent an email saying I'd been unwell and I made my first ever flash file and would she like to have a look at it. (I keep telling you she's schizoid) it was watching those people get on the bandwagon of disabusing Christopher, then abusing Liz in her own domain that got my goat.

We're all shitty human beings for not saying anything despite his insistance that he could hold his own ground - which, he forgets, started this whole thing.

Umm... no, it was Ardra's stunt that started this whole thing - you remember Ardra, she's one of the Liars Team, hiding under a new nick hoping plague doesn't recognise her - because plague hates Ardra. Or at least, he's going to pretend he doesn't but the lack of respect certainly shows up in his emails... You just showed by congratulating the Bint on her comment that you are all a bunch of shitty human beings.

Now he complains that we jumped in???Lol.

She got you, Paul. She got you good. And the Liars Team agreed. But that's not jumping in.
She still thinks what Ardra did was funny. Gosh, I think what my friends are doing is funny too. In fact, it's hysterically funny. I liek ma lazers... rofl... of course, you can't see the funny side of it because you're all too stupid.

What a sad, pathetic little man this is. I mean, ok. I knew we were dealing with an obvious social disorder here...but at his age?

Obvious social disorder? What might that be? Speaking of sad, pathetic little men, you have some of those at the Liars Team. Ergo who has been stalking me for 15 months, who attacks teenagers from MySpace by posting their profiles in an msn group then gloating about it to his bullshitting buddies... three teenagers who never did any harm to him or anyone else as far as I would know, but Ergo just disregards their rights altogether and accuses them of enjoining in suspect activity with me? What a man!

plague, who spends 8 months trolling the same msn comm looking for one solitary message posted by the woman who violated his very soul - for what? Justice?! Now he's together again with that same woman and what's he got to say about it? NOTHING. What a man!

Henry, who traverses half the planet looking to get his willy wet, who ends up back home porking - omg - one of those whom a couple of years ago I would have referred to as one of my teenage friends. How long was the grooming process? Shit, I'd been grooming her longer than he had - fast worker is Henry. Damn, I guess I should have known to try talking about sex with Jen at some stage during her growing up process. After all, that's all that ever gets talked of in the P&A chatrooms.

To be 40 (happy birthday, btw, hope that boy jumping out of your cake is at least 18) and having to resort to these kinds of delusions?

Delusions of what? I talk to a lot of people on the internet. Some are 16, some are 60. Most are about my age. You point all manner of fingers at me but have not one shred of evidence. You now have two 16 year olds and a few of the 18 - 20 year olds watching just about everything that goes on in your little e-hovel. They also talk to eachother independently of my being there or not. If you really suspect anything untoward is going on between me and any of those young people, how come you haven't straight out asked them?

Oh good lord! I know why! Because you'd have no option but to admit that all such accusations are nothing but bullshit. That's why.

I do mean Happy Birthday, Chat. Let's hope this year you get a brain. K?

If you do mean that - which we all know is just another in a long long list of lies - take all the Liars Team out of Liz's group and leave her and the real P&A alone.

I know it won't happen, you can't live without it. If you could, I wouldn't be the most talked about person in your squalid little dumping ground and the latest events in P&A wouldn't be headline news. You'd have nothing whatsoever to talk about.

Lying sack of shit, Bint? You were probably just too drunk to remember the original phone call. Schizoid freaks like you should have "No alcohol" tattooed on your faces.

Marriage of inconvenience. Liars' convention.

Ardra boots plague and deletes all his messages.
Plague wants Ardra banned and all her messages deleted - it's only fair after all.
Plague sends CoC violations to MSN for 6 months until he gets what he wants.
Ardra sneaks back in.
I have a go at Ardra.
Zippy has a go at me.
I have a go at zippy.
Lea has a go at me for having a go at zippy and Ardra.
Wes has a go at me because she can taste the blood in the water.
I post a message with zippy's hometown in it - and get booted.
A little down the track, Lea, wes, plague and a few others decide to get personal about Tart.
To me, being a member of a group, the manager of which you don't like - and complaining about the manager - strikes me as the pinnacle of stupidity, but they can't see that.
So they form their own little forum on their own website - but they just can't stay away from the original MSN group - and now plague and ardra are together again in the same place.

Now, flash back to 2004...

Message 1 of the thread...

Three years ago, I had an English teacher the whole class thought was pretty cool. She was straight down the line, you couldn't mess about but she was no tyrant and we all knew she cared about us and her work. It was a sad occasion when she left not only our school, but the profession.

Last year (maybe 18 months or so ago) I was with one of my friends in the high street and there she was, with her husband, looking in shop windows. We said hello to her and she introduced us to her husband who seemed like a decent enough sort of chap but she was genuinely glad to see us and she treated us like old friends.

How stunned were we when she suggested, and her husband agreed, that we might join them for lunch. So we found a halfway decent cafe and sat down outside and Mrs Millard asked us about our school year, our teachers - and as we told her who we had, she nodded in approval or sometimes she laughed out loud telling us what a total wanker so and so was.

We sat their talking and laughing for about 2 hours. She told us what certain of our teachers look for, what they like to see and don't like to see and this was all gold bullion to us. Mrs Millard left education to take up a career as a consultant with a marketing company and I think she'll do great.

What she told us about our teachers was so spot on and my marks were better than they would have been otherwise, plus having that inside knowledge took the hard edge off being at school at all.

We saw this side of a straight as an arrow teacher that we would never have seen at school - and we learned more in that two hours about teaching, learning and ourselves than we would have learned in a whole semester at school.

So when I saw Black Shogun's unhealthy comments in the "Why I Am Against Homosexuals" thread, I wonder if he isn't just presenting a side of himself he wouldn't dream of showing in school. When everyone rails against him, what are they learning about themselves?

To which ErgonomicLogic had this reply...

Drat. I was expecting Mason's story to lead to some kind of group sexual activity. Oh well. I guess I'll just have to use my imagination.

And use his imagination he has - ever since...

Shortly after I got a MySpace, this person saved a screenshot of it. Way back in 2006! My only friend was Tom and my profile pic was the emu.

I make no secret of the fact I talk to youngsters online. I even did a blog with one of the teenagers last year. Damn funny it was too. From time to time, I've asked for advice when one of those kids has problems which are out of my league. For most of the people who know me, this fact has not been an issue.

Now that I'm warring with people whom used to be my friends, this old knowledge of my conversations with teenagers becomes the biggest issue in the world for them.

I'm accused of being a pedophile - oh yawn.
I'm accused of luring and coercing kids to me and getting them to do my dirty work.
I'm accused of sending kids onto their site - I have to admit, I didn't discourage them.

What I find staggering though is they make all these accusations, yet when two of my friends do show up at their site, do they make one single solitary effort to get at the truth? Do they try to give my two friends the benefit of their wisdom? Emails have been exchanged - was any attempt made to tell my friends to "watch out for him"?

No.

One of their membership takes and stores screenshots for more than a year...

Obviously, that person is waiting around to see what sort of activity goes on in my MySpace account, the better to confirm his delusions about me. It must have been devastating to him to find nothing going on at all. Didn't stop him trying though.

This freak of nature (there are a lot of them at that group) who rails against the terrible pedophile Rat, posts MySpace profiles of Australian teenagers, two of whom I didn't even know existed, one of whom I met on a train in amusing circumstances who subsequently added me.
He's gone scanning MySpace profiles looking for something, probably Paul Ritchie, and found two profiles which seemed to him to be worthwhile to bolster the bullshit he was about to post and the profile of the one person on the open blog I have at MySpace.

Someone so dedicated to the pursuit of outing me as a pedophile that he would watch my MySpace for 15 months then misses the absolutely golden opportunity to get at the truth when two of my friends join up at their site...

No, this man who was hanging out for lurid details of a sexual encounter between a schoolboy and his former teacher and her husband is stalking me because he needs to feed his sexual fantasies.

I must be the biggest disappointment in his sad little life.

I made my profiles private to protect my friends from plague. Ergo got under the radar. How glad am I now that I'm protecting my friends from that sick fucker!

It should be noted that when I created the paltalk chat. Tart waited several months to see which chat would survive so she could assert some kind of control on it. After Ra and Tiff's website, lawl, failed, she came to paltalk and said, "Ergo hosts the only chat that PnA official endorses." or some such bullshit. And she made a point to tell me this in the room and in whispers several times...Each time I think I said, that's great...whatever you need to say. Kind of like how you pat a mong child on the head when they poke their eye with the lolipop.

There are dozens of references to children posted by this freak and not a single one is supportive, encouraging or positive in any way whatsoever. He really enthuses most about children when he can get sex into the subject as well. (Or lollipops...)


But still it goes on...

NOBODY is excluded from this site. Laby, Bong, Tart, Reesa, Cheri... etc. ALL ALLOWED IN.

(Good, eh?)Contrary to the filthy rumours being circulated by Dreamian. If you're browsing, and wondering whether you'll be accepted (or thinking it's a "posse only" site - the posse thing being another dirty lie propogated by Dreamian), fear not. You'll be accepted as soon as Henry or myself check the list.

Well, that's just a lie. You're allowed in as long as you follow the rules set down by Cheri. Anyone thinking of joining but not toeing the line is evicted within hours.

You would seriously have them as moderators?You two can do so much better than that.I would honestly leave.

Except wes wouldn't leave. Tart and Dreamian are still in charge of the original site - and wes and all the others are still there.

Will the lying ever end?

Become a

Yes, I ripped this lovely logo because that's what I do. I'm also giving a bit of thought to not posting stuff which I would normally post on boards but which is more either off the wall or over the top. I'm just warming to the task so I'm hopeful those who are already there will have a modicum of patience with me, I'm told this one's gunna go PLATINUM.

So although I haven't been blogging much here, I have been busy elsewhere.

The kids on the other side, I have to say, are my knights in shining armour. If I keep saying this over there, they'll get sick of it. But last week after the dog died and I found myself in a bit of a mess, Codester was there and he sat patiently and listened.

Then the others all came to the party - Anton, Will, Oli, Chris and Josh. What an awesome bunch of people they are; matter-of-fact, down to earth, mostly grumpy (except Josh), and all very spirited.

They don't push agendas, they don't have ulterior motives, they don't accept hucksterism or any other form of bullshit, they call a spade a spade, they say what they think - not what they think anyone else wants to hear, they're not p.c. wankers or social butterflies. They're all genuinely intelligent and they are interested and interesting people - and I love them all so very very much.

As for Meankids, that's another project of Chris Locke's. That's why I don't want to disappoint the masses who should trot along there for a dose of turkey slapping of the status quo. I have this weird notion that I could drop into Cheriville for subject matter then disappear with the subjects off on some tangent or other and splot the result in Meankids. Better that than trot out the same old anti-establishment corollary which I used to blatt in The Swamp. The Boy has expanded his repertoire quite considerably since I last left a deposit there.

I also got invited (or more accurately, wooed) to looking over a particular site where all the really disinterested badasses go to disabuse all life as we know it. Talk about hyperactive! Will's a goldmine when it comes to the alternative culture. Uncyclopedia was a link he gave me about 15 months ago. Check it out if you're curious.

That's something I wish I had the know-how to create. Messageboards and blogs are one thing, but Uncyclopedia is hysterical. Pure genius. My powers of imagination are infinitessimal compared to those of the people who put that lot up.

Ah well, I can but try and there are so many inspirational people to emulate.

More email amusement

Are you the Paul I'm looking for??


Can you tell me a little bit more about myself so I could possibly give you a better informed response?


is your middle name james and do you have all your toe nails. :)


Oh no and yes. I guess I'm not the one you're looking for.
This is like the Pina Colada song but without the surprise ending, isn't it.


No you're not the one. but that is probably best anyway. If you would care to have a crazy friend stateside, feel free to add me anyway.
I LOVE the Pina Colada song.


Oh dear. This isn't going to be one of those Sleepless in Seattle moments, I can tell.

And there's this one...


I am not sure if you remember me. I read your blogs...you email me at one time asking "why"...well anyway. I will be visiting Australia this coming October, have family that lives in Victoria. I already have the desire the ride the train, thanks to you...and wanted to ask is there was the best time and day to do so. Would like to experience what I have read about in your blogs.

If you find the time to answer great...if not will be there long enough to figure it out for myself/

T


This woman knows how to get me interested! She's coming to Melbourne, she's staying 20 minutes' drive from my place and she's interested in what Melbourne has to offer. I must remember to take my chill pills (would that I had any...) because my enthusiasm for this city could smother a pachyderm.

I can't say I like the Pina Colada song - or the drink - but Hotel California rings many a bell for me. I suppose I can get in a car, on a train, boat or plane and travel to any part of the world but leave Melbourne? I know I can't do that. I tried years ago for a temporary adjournment away from my beloved home and it just doesn't work. I'm not happy unless I'm here.

But by Christ do I love showing visitors around this place. That's a buzz to be envied. She says she's staying for 3 weeks only. I have no idea what she looks like, but if I have anything to do with it, she'll be back.

Squawking things

http://www.juliusbergh.com/cocky/

Annie sent me the link. I'm just reposting it for the benefit of those who like soap operas and small furry creatures.

The thing about sulphur crested cockatoos though is that they're like disaffected minorities. By themselves or in twos or threes, they're enjoyable if somewhat moody. In packs, they can be as destructive as forces of nature and dangerous as hell.

Some nice emails...

From Trudi...

i loved ur pic of the sign, brilliant, i cacked my bags laughing, i have a sticker on my car that says this:
FUCK OFF I have enough friends,
i only put it there to piss people off, well an old lady in her 70s, come up to me the other day at the shops n said it was discusting, she gave me a lecture, i had to stop myself from laughing, and i felt like adding the same comment that was on that board, but i didnt, but she made me laugh all day, its funny, she didnt mind the sticker next to it that says: Back off - this bitch bites, but she hated the other, oh well somthing for her to tell her ladies group. Well drop me a line anytime for a chat,
cya


My reply...

Yeah that's a classic alright.

If you poke your nose around my blog, you'll get a pretty good idea of what I think of vicious old people too. When I was a youngster, old people had manners and they knew how to behave themselves around young people. Now it just seems like they've all gone totally feral and think they can butt into everyone's lives as if their opinions actually matter and they have something important to say.

I tell you, society is going downhill fast and I shudder to think what old people will be like in 10 to 15 years.

Btw, your profile page is mad. People are having problems with mine so I think I may have to change it again. At least with jolly roger and the camel, I'm not getting "Me so horny, you so hot. Me love you long time" kind of messages. I love to report every one of those I get. :)

Makes ya wonder how many of those profiles are just fronts for congenitally angry 70 year olds.

Cheers,
Paul.


Trudi's reply...

hi,
you have made my day, u crack me up laughin, i luv ur sense of humour, if u ask me the older that these now pretty old people are the bigger assholes they make of themselves, they dont like me, and hunt me down, I have tatoo's a no no in there eyes, and im outrageous, but not to much, why should i act like others my age, as Mr billy connelly would say to them" Fuck Off" and i agree, Im me, Im not ur average bear n i dont wanna be, anho artists all act the same, without us life wouls be dull indeed, like a night sky with no stars.
About this site, iv had a guy usin 2 profiles, he asked me for money, i gave him the flick and told him where 2 go, and iv been emailin his woman friends on his page to let them know, ha
but i cant belive the guy is still on the site with both his profiles, i reported him, but they dont really give a shit, i even had 1 lil african ask me to send him a mobile, i said Piss Off, but thought later i had an old nokia, i was gunna rip out the innerds n send the shell, he said he wanted a phone, he never said a workin one, Im naughty and Impish, and love it, well gotta go and measure the house, i have to put some wire around the back so bandit my pup cant get under the house, i actually like doin stuff like that, makes me feel good, im a very handy imp, a bit pathetic really, comes with bein alone for so long, men just cant handle me, and my artistic ways, my girlfriend rekons Im way too sexual, and it frightens men, as they like to have control all the time, how in the world can u b 2 sexual, oh well who cares what they say, well i do a bit actually is there a way i can tone down my personality?????
well gitta go, watch out for them camels, i had a mate who fell into one of em pissed, and it spit and actually pissed all over him, what a laugh, iv never forgoten that, i will leave u on that note
have a good one, whatever a good one is, and if u find the good one, please forward it this way, as iv only ever had a mediocer one, and a good one sounds good, Oh bugger now iv confused myself!!!
cya
Trudi K


What can I say?

Writing and stuff

I came up with a few plots for some short stories and Sarah suggested I run with the one with which I least want to run.

I also know Sarah reads this blog so I'm just going to be my usual self when I announce that particular story is underway, but I'm adding one or two twists to it which will render the typically female penchant for the slightly mystical as a non-issue. And rather than make it some sort of short epic tale of romantic heroism, I'm going to turn it into a farcical comedy without changing the overall plot. I also want to avoid having it come across as a cheap version of As Good As It Gets or The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime.

But like I said wherever I said it, it'll be a cold day in hell before I write a romance.

I'm promising myself to write a minimum of 500 words per day on it so it should be done in about 3 or 4 weeks.

Whilst I was ego surfing google, much to my horror, I encountered something which I should have seen coming, but decided to ignore anyway, which is the modicum of care I took to keep the MSN side of my net activities separate from everything else has seemingly backfired and my nick now appears under the headings of almost every kid I've met on the other side over the last 13 months. They've all added me to their lists of friends.

Anton called me a creep today, as usual, but that's ok. I almost pissed myself laughing during the conversation I had with him. Such a sharp lad. I say one thing, just one thing - even if it's a mis-spelled word that doesn't ring the right bell with him and he checks it out. Today the word was "Font" as in "font of knowledge". He checked that word out to make sure I wasn't sneaking a spelling error in under his radar. He came back and told me I could have said "fount" and thereby not caused him that particular bit of discomfiture. How could I not love that guy? Who else could possibly be so contemptuous yet somehow remain inoffensive at the same time.

Even Dayle had to agree that he's a funny guy and she barely knows him.

I revisited something I did on Amazon about 5 years ago too. It still makes me laugh, and though I know it's sorta sad to say that, it just happens to be true.

http://www.amazon.com/ChatRat-s-blatt/lm/3SK3V1LMP9054

I've also been thinking it's high time I put out another Swamp but I just think I've moved on a bit since then, especially since I barely even keep in contact with anyone who still subscribes to it. God only knows how many bounces I'd get if I put one out now and my preference these days is for blogging anyway. One I put out earlier is really rather good. No wonder I'm in such a good mood. All I need right now is someone to annoy and my day would be so fulfilled. :)

Bored

I did actually let on to the kids on the other side about that deal with the cops, I just didn't feel like going into all the details. Although they're all fantastically decent kids, I just get half an inkling they're not as enthused about cops in the same way I am. Oh well, no matter.

I have so much to do and I'm verily lacking any motivation to do any of it right now. One of the kids sent me an email asking me to check out something he's put up on the internet, apparently at the behest of one of the other kids he encountered through me. I love networks! But I haven't, as yet, checked out the link despite knowing of its existence these past 3 days. I feel bad about that too.

This computer gives me the shits something fierce now. Every day, something else decides it no longer thinks it's necessary to obey my commands. I've actually downloaded Crazybrowser again in an effort to at least get my browsing to behave the way I want it to behave - that is, until this fucked up and unstable as the Balkans version of Windows Xtra Pox goes and furgles that as well.

Dell are continuing to throw deals and bargains at my inbox like there's no tomorrow and I swear, those deals are looking more attractive every time I arc up this godforsaken bit of rubbish.

I actually considered using the first notebook that ever made its way through the front door here, an 8 year old machine running Windows 3.0. It's so arcane it's quite funny, but at least its word processor works, and last night, a word processor was all I needed. I felt like putting a comedic twist to a hocus pocus crime short story because without such a twist, or any twist come to think of it, the story itself would be so ho-hum it would scarcely be anything more than a vanity piece or a Mills and Boon story without the love affair. It'll be a cold day in hell before I write a romance, that's for sure.

I got a phone call from the mob offering the Cert IV in Training and Assessment which would be the most handy pre-qual in the country to have and would open every sort of door which I would really like to have open. But they're being pushy and I don't like pushiness. Bloody Queenslanders and bloody bloody money-grubbing Queenslanders. A week or so ago, I was giving serious consideration to moving up there to get away from nit-picking nose pokers down here, but that episode at the station with the gang had me tossing that idea in very short order. That's right, blame the kids again. :)

If they were shitty kids, it wouldn't have made an impact, but they're terrific kids and if I can do something positive for them, their mates and all the other great misunderstood and downtrodden youngsters in the area then I'll never be short of motivation again.

Which reminds me of that stroppy cow I met at that seminar early this year, the one who was mortified at the thought of giving the world's teenagers a voice. To the outsider, the impression of teenagers is that they're scatty, disorganised, bad tempered, impossible to reason with and impossible to organise. The teenagers I've seen over the years who are no different from teenagers today are all bursting at the seams to prove themselves and hungry for opportunities to do so.

Sure they speak a different language from that of deadhearts, they're alive and they speak their minds, not this p.c. meaningless mumbo jumbo, I-can-manipulate-you-with-carefully-chosen-wordiness fucking bullshit of which they are rightly sick to the eyeballs. They say what they mean and they mean what they say and that's what I like most about them. No bullshitting or backstabbing. If they're not happy, they'll let you know, but they'll also give you every chance in the world to fix things. They are, no matter how you look at it, better people in every respect. That fat pog at the seminar has the same bullshit lameness disability as every other misbegotten scrote in her profession - she doesn't listen. She tells you what she wants you to hear, and she lives in her own little world where discovering new ways to manipulate people is the main order of business. Fucking troll.

Meh. I'll get what I want one way or another. And somewhere along the line, I'll also get that fucking website going - even if it kills me. I've kept those other marvellous kids waiting for that one for far too long.

Officially teasing

Update 3 of 3 for tonight.

God only knows how many bloody blogs I have now, but this is my 3rd update for tonight and not only could I not be bothered updating the other ones, I've scarcely got any idea where they bloody well are. Does frappr even exist anymore?

Anyway, there are things going on which I put in some blogs and don't put in others which, when I read over them makes all of them sound a teeny weeny bit hollow. The reason I put stuff in some blogs and not in others is because of the prejudices of the various people reading them.

The kids don't want to know about my history with the police which has resulted in one of the longest and most valuable offline friendships I've ever had. I also don't make mention of the kids I met offline over the other side because I don't want those kids feeling like there's competition. There isn't, they're just in two totally different worlds.

I don't feel like responding to questions about the kids from the other side in the other blog so I don't mention them very often there and more people read that one than either of the other two.

But for my own sanity and in some sort of probably misguided effort to put the whole shebang into perspective, the first blog I ever had, this one, shall hereby be the beneficiary of what's what in the goings on in my world right now.

A few months ago, a kid approached me at a train station late at night to ask for change for a phone call. I gave him change. Coincidentally, we got off the train at the same stop and that kid then asked me for a cig when he saw me rolling one for myself. I obliged and after a brief conversation, he asked for my phone number and I gave it to him.

A few weeks later, he rang me up and we met up at the station again.

We've met up quite a few times since then and together with one of his friends, we've spent a lot of very relaxed time together. Through this association, I've also met half a dozen of his other friends and meeting up at the station has become a regular occurence. I draw the line at meeting at my place because, like with all of my friends, when I'm at home, I don't mind going out but home is where I go to get away from everything and everyone and I need that space to remain one where I can be sure I won't have people invading - no matter how much I enjoy their company. The unspoken law, therefore, is my place is off limits to everyone. I won't be happy if someone lobs on my doorstep unannounced and odds on I'd pretend to not be home anyway.

Tom is 17, his constant sidekick, Ahmed, is 16. The others range in ages from 17 to 20 and I enjoy being around all of them singularly or in the group. We just all get along so well and it's always just so relaxed, easy and comfortable - sitting under the trees at the station.

I'll just note here that all these kids are well known to the local constabulary for all the wrong reasons. So they're not what the deadhearts would call "nice kids". They're not "nice", they're fairly wild, tough and wilful - and they look it - and I adore them.

I recruited Tom and Ahmed one night a couple of months ago to engage in a spot of judicious burglary and theft which they did with admirable professionalism. They stole everything I said they could steal and didn't touch anything else. They also made a very tidy profit out of it. And no, it wasn't any sort of insurance or any other kind of scam either. It was a sitting duck waiting to be knocked off by someone and I just made sure we were first. Hey, I never said I was an angel. I can be bad to the bone when the mood suits me.

Moving right along, a month or so ago, I just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and as a result, I got pulled in by some city cops with a few other people who were also in the wrong place at the wrong time. We all got searched and my wallet just happened to contain a credit card belonging to a friend of mine so I came in for some special attention. Before I was able to prove that I hadn't stolen George's credit card, I was being treated by these cops as a lying thief. Two of the cops stayed in the background, one behaved like a shithead, but the acting sergeant was a decent bloke so I made a point of getting his details and after a couple of days, I got in touch with him to point him in the direction of some crew of which I'm aware who would be something of a challenge to wrap up.

Gently testing the waters, it's pretty clear if this cop is going to have a hand in wrapping up this crew, they're going to need a contact to do the legwork because referrals from peripheral contacts like me won't get anywhere. I know one minor member of this gang and that's not enough even for me to be introduced to any other member. I have no chance of introducing anyone else to anyone at all.

Now, because this is heavy stuff, I have a need to cover my own arse, therefore I got in touch with my old cop mate from years ago who was only too pleased to see me. Mick was the one who set me up in a hotel with a recording device strapped to my body in order to catch a serial pedophile - way back in 1998. Mick knows me and he knows how touchy I am about having my name splashed all around police headquarters and he knows which groups I trust and those I don't. I gave him the name and unit of the acting sergeant to whom I gave the info on that crew from up north but Mick sees no reason to get in touch and asked me explicitly to keep a low profile as far as contact with police is concerned because he has some things in mind for which he will be glad to have my help. Of course, everything I do with the other cop, he will be kept up to date as and when anything happens. The other cop knows I have a contact and is just going to have to content himself with the fact I won't drop Mick's name to him.

Mick is also particularly useful in that if Tom or his mates get into trouble with the cops and I get to hear of it, there's a reasonable chance I can get them off with a caution - depending on what it is.

Shoot forward to today, or more correctly, yesterday; I bumped into the guys yesterday at the station as I was coming home from work and after the others left, Tom and I discussed this notion I had of using my contacts and local knowledge to get a job as an employment consultant in one of the employment agencies established for the benefit of those on welfare. Tom liked the idea when I told him earlier in the week, and yesterday he liked it even more. I'm likely to get a temporary gig leading up to Christmas but after Christmas when demand for employment consultants goes up sharply, that's what I want to do.

So now, I'm waiting for the city cop to let me know whether or not his crew is going to have a go at wrapping up the gang up north whereupon I'll update Mick on the progress of that venture. I'm waiting to see if I get this gig up to Christmas, thereafter to launch into a long term career which I can conceivably use to launch the professional lives of a bunch of great young people whom I can see getting nowhere without the sort of help I'd be only too keen to give them. (Criminal records don't look good on anyone's resume, but referees with industry contacts can overcome many a major stumbling block.)

I'm also waiting for Mick to get in touch as he said he would after this G20 fiasco in the city this week.

There is much to do and I hate waiting. But at least I've tied these three blogs together so that's something I can say I've done.

My graffiti.net email addy gets emails from two MSN groups updating me on the latest activity in the groups. I can't get that addy out of the groups because I can't log in to groups using chatrat@graffiti.net and since I'm not a member of P&A with any other addy, I can't see what's going on in there any more because I can't log in. I did note with a wry smile, however, that my last entry in P&A, the Can't Fucking Stand it Any More thread, is still active. I wonder if it has become the battle ground for those who can still see a ChatRat nick in the member list who use that to convince themselves and others what a dreadful liar I am versus those who don't think any such thing, if it has become a battleground over whether or not Bong should be allowed to keep doing what he's doing which bugged the living shit out of me and was the reason I quit Philochat as well - or if it has just become yet one more dumping ground for that demented fuckwit and his youtube links...

Whatever is going on with that thread though, I know one thing for sure: no matter who says what, the whole sodding mess of a thing just would not interest anyone of the calibre of any one of those kids I know either in rl or on the other side. The whole thing would just be beneath all of them and that is yet one more reason in a very long list of reasons why I so much prefer interaction with them than with the likes of those legally defined as adult fucking retarded jackasses.

I'm sick to the back teeth of having to watch my back, side with anyone, be careful of double entendres and innuendo which is usually taken the wrong way, misunderstandings which invariably leads to unbelievably inane mud slinging or just general manipulation and dodging - and all the other concommitant bullshit that goes with groups of people who just cannot accept differences of opinion as anything other than personal confrontations.

If I disagree with the kids or they disagree with me, we have a laugh and talk about something else. If it were a contest between the kids and the deadhearts for my time, it'd be the shortest contest in the history of contests.

So, with a head full of steam and my generally impatient disposition, I find myself awaiting the new year in keen anticipation of making a real difference to as many youngsters as it may be within my power to make. And without MSN Groups to hold me back, I also intend to build more contacts with people on the internet with whom I share common interests without competition or distraction. With any luck, I'll have more (and more interesting) things to share with my readership of 2.5 here at blogger.

(Waves to the ladies...)

Enjoy your week, mine's shaping up to be huge. :)

Must do more.

This week has been pretty good as far as I'm concerned.

I mentioned last month how I'd caught up with a couple of people I met at a train station way back earlier in the year and I've spent a couple of days with them this week. I was also introduced to a few of their mates on Friday night and it was all just brilliant.

I got inspired.

Rather than plod around as I have been doing for the last 8 months or so, I've decided as of Friday night, that I'm going to go after an office job where I can be a real help and influence to people who have none. I have to get a certificate, then I'm going to bully my way into the state run job network, hopefully with the Salvation Army, and get jobs for these people, jobs they can actually do instead of just setting them up to fail.

By "jobs they can actually do" I mean jobs of which they're not just physically capable of doing, I mean jobs around which they can wrap their heads and their hearts and jobs in which they can stay.

I have contacts and I intend to make the best of those contacts.

Years ago, I wrote an article declaiming the value of talk and decrying the top-down mentality of fuckwits in ivory towers thinking they can run businesses and people from their gilded little plastic box offices. In January of this year, I attended a seminar on communication wherein I outlined my plan to build Infoburger, a resource and outlet for schoolies. I still haven't done that - my machine has been cactus as far as apps go for about 3 months now - but there's a renewed sense of urgency now.

All this isn't just because I've spent a couple of days this week adding up to about 9 hours in the company of teenagers, but last night I was reading a book about the entrenched corruption in the New South Wales police service between 1997 and 2003 and one of the catalysts for a state government cabinet shake-up and the removal of the Commissioner of Police - was a 17 year old junkie heroin dealer from Cabramatta, the heroin capital of Australia.

It further cemented my already pretty rock solid belief in the capacity of young people to make a massive difference to everyone if they only have the support and guidance of decent people. I just don't have the words to convey how fundamentally essential young people are to the health and well being of society and reiterate here for the umpteenth time that old fucks ignore young people at their own peril and to the ultimate detriment of everyone.

I sat around at the train station with half a dozen teenagers on Friday night til about 10pm and we all swapped stories of police behaviour towards them. I knew full well that if a roving cop car happened to pass our group just sitting there talking, they'd have questioned all of us and I'd have been fucked.

They all have convictions for property crimes and crimes of violence so they're all well known to the cops, but I tell you straight from the heart that I felt so in my element, so relaxed and comfortable just sitting there talking and laughing with these kids, and if old fucks just shut up and listened to them, they couldn't help but feel the same way as I did about those kids on Friday night.

Then reading that book on police corruption yesterday put the icing on the cake. I'm not just going to convince anonymous web dwellers of the inordinate value of these kids, I'm going to convince employers of their value and I'm going to have those kids prove to themselves their own intrinsic worth and hopefully, in the process, send as big a "FUCK YOU" to the hoards of deadhearts who put their heads down and scowl when they see groups of young people congregating at train stations late at night.

They each have one talent. Everyone has one special talent, mine's communication with anyone who is honest with themselves and with others. I can't handle manipulative sons of bitches who point score with bullshit and innuendo. (Just getting off topic there for a moment...) But these kids all have one talent as well. I have to find out from them what that talent is so they can put it to better use than just talking about it in places where they're likely to upset the deadhearts and the law.

My blood is up something fierce just now and I have to run off to catch up with my cop mate who needs to know what I'm doing, what I intend and how I intend to go about it. That, and we're cooking up a good bust as well - but that's another story for another day.

Oh how positively petty.

I got booted out of P&A.

Funny isn't it. Anyone can say whatever they like about me and mine, but when I do likewise, it's the end of the world.

"But you brought it up first, Rat, so don't blame other people when you get responses you don't like."

And I got you to bring it up later - in the heat of battle no less - so does that mean I'm not allowed to respond in the same manner to which you responded to my messages?

Those oh so perfect in every way women can gleefully have a free-for-all at the expense of my beloved little brother, but bring Wes's brat into the mix and it's evil beyond belief - even though I didn't besmirch the kid or say anything negative about him. (Until now, but this is my blog and I'll say whatever I friggin well want to say...)

But I know why they banned me. It was because dear Wes felt threatened that I would take her online activities offline and email her boss that she spends hours of her day every day mucking about on MSN messageboards on her work computer.

The comment that did it was "That's telling. That's very telling. I wonder if I should tell."

Although I did clarify that I wouldn't do any such thing, and they should damn well know that, it was still perceived as a real threat - or so they'd like to make out they felt threatened - so Rat had to go. No fanfare, no email, just bye-bye.

What stuns me the most is that all the behaviours I exhibit about which they all complain are exactly the same behaviours they exhibit themselves.

But I think what really makes my breakfast is the fact I was accused of making a threat against zippy as well - when in this blog I'd pointed out the threat was merely a hint that I might just leave the group altogether thus taking the wind out of zippy's sails - he'd have nothing about which to complain and therefore no reason to even be a member of the group.

Nice one Jen. Zippy said you have balls for making a decision. The trouble is, they're Wes's balls. The sisterhood thrives.

Oh well... I'm done with it all now. The kids want me to get active again over the other side so who needs the bullshit, the backstabbing, the paranoia, the innuendo, the cattiness and negativity of a bunch of airheads who've hit middle age before they've hit 30.

What a lot of bollocks. I should have done this last year when I first ventured over to the other side, realised how much I didn't need all the shit of which I complained at msn and just never bothered going back.

New horizons, no baggage. Let's see where it goes.

RatBlog

I caught up with a couple of people last week whom I met at a train station a few months ago.

It made my week.

Not much else has happened that is worthy of a blog mention.

Except to say I've experienced the tiniest modicum of disappointment in a few people at PA. I actually gave thought to leaving the group yesterday whilst I removed myself from Philochat and Big Daddy's Cafe. Leaving would have totally removed zippy's reason for even being there since all he's done is try to get the better of me since he got back from his honeymoon. I mentioned it in one thread and it was taken by him to be a threat to his offline existence, such as it is.

What a gimp. Red X, zippy. If it's no longer fun for you, use the little red X.

Fuck, some people are stupid.

In case anyone thought I'm going soft...

Being a prick just encourages these idiotic bimbos to keep trying their luck.

Hello, My name is Daniella or you can call me Sweety cos that what my mom do call me .

It doesn't matter what your mother calls you, you're still a fuckwit.

i am 31yrs from West Africa/Nigeria saw ur profile on here and i was really hooked up and would love to get to know u ......

GET TO THE END OF THE FUCKING LINE!

i am a into Sales and do model too ....

Really? How fascinating. I am into historical biographies and torturing other people's pets. Let's swap recipes some day.

i am single and never been married.

Surprise surprise.

i am 5'5 tall and black hair,


Umm... so whose pic is this then?

i have gone through 2 dates now but just won't find a suitable match for myself

Well there are more than 2.9 billion guys on the planet, keep trying.

...i have gone through so many things in life which i will like to express right now

Oh dear god, spare me please...

and i must tell you that you seems sweet nice and kind

HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!!!! Wooooo hooooo!!!!
How do you say "WRONG!" in Nigerian?

and your profile tells me more about you,

As profiles tend to do. Mine, as it happens though, is fairly sparse.

i must tell you i need a man like you in my life,you have all the qualities a woman like me need in a man.

I have not the words.

i am Kinda shy of expressing my feelings in person,and most man here in my states are not honest with me all they need from me is sex and pleasure.

Yeah and?

i am a aquarius.

You are an idiot.

well it nice coming accross your profile and i think it really intresting...

I'm sorry, did I see you write the words "you think"? Oh my, I did too. Now there's a dangerous prospect.

You want to be treated right. You want to be valued and understood. You want to be free to express yourself and you understand the world around you.

Yeah, and I already have all that.

i have ben hurt so mant times and i am wanting to meet a nice man as you are.........

Look, I'd say I really hate to disappoint you, but that would be an outrageous lie. Frankly, I hope you get eaten by lions.

i love to play golf,tennis and soccer,camping,writing and watch sporting games and a whole lot other things to make me busy and don't lonely.

So what the fuck do you want a man in your life for then? Get one of those and you'll be stuck cooking, cleaning, washing...

like to travel and i think i have been a good traveller and better one.well a little about me would feel very happy if i could get a response from you...

Nah, you don't really want a response from me. I'd only encourage you to mess round with explosives or taunt rival militia leaders... you know, really shortlived passtimes.

until then have a good and nice day out there hope to hear from you soon.

Don't get those hopes up too high, tootsie.

you might not be able to view my profile maybe they have not approve it yet but they will approve it later in the day i just join today please do not reply to me on here i am on a free 3day trial and might get booted off anytime,

Free 3 day trial huh... On MySpace... You mean, you're tempting fate for 3 days until someone tells Tom what a horrible spamwhore you are. Frankly, my money's on Tom.

my private email address it's.... daniesblues3250 at yahoo dot com (daniesblues3250@yahoo.com)i am also on yahoo messenger too so you can as well leave me a message .....

Like um.... oooooh.... Get fucked? (Do feel free, dear readers, to pass my thoughts to the lovely whatsername.)

i hope to hear from you soon until then have a great time.

Doing what??

care to hear from u soon.if You will like to see my pix you can mail me or chat with me on yahoo instant messenger...
Take good care of your self.
Daniella

N:B: i will be re-locating soon as soon as i find my Mr.Right if that is what he needs for a better relationship.

Hmmm... tricky. I think if it came down to better relationships, you'd probably come third behind a puff adder and an angry scorpion.
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its make me feel special and wortly,.i will really like to learn more about you, i want you to know that the first time i look into your profiles, its really touched my heart and got my attention,so thats why i email you,to let you know that someone know you're cutie and want to meet you in person somedays soon, am a kind of woman with a great sence of humor who's not always afraid to show my feelings to others,.am creative,passionate and self confident,i got some little exprience about internet dating, and i know its a better way to meet the right one,. (My bucket runneth over...) so thats why i join the site, sweetie i want you to know that about founding the right one is not about the love we have in the begining,is all about the love we gonna achieve , so sweetie, will you mind telling me more about yourself , and i want you to know that am not looking for the love alone,i want my love to be my best friend and my partner, can't wait to read your lovely letter soon, cos its now your turn to reply,. reply to daniesblues3250@yahoo.com
God Bless you sweetie.
Daniella.....

Don't call me sweetie, you dozy trollop.