Shame, Sorrow and Rage

And rightfully so.

Oops, Apologies To AN!

I recently poked a little fun at AN about a post of hers where she mentioned "vial" people.  Turns out, there really is such a thing.  Who knew?

NANA NABS NOGOODNIK!!! (or vice versa)

Well, now, this is VERY interesting, indeed.  Nana’s forum is back up and she says she’s caught “Mike,” the alleged hacker, and that he actually DID hack her account!  But she hasn’t identified him yet (although her post claims that he’s been “revealed”), and I just can’t understand why.  Nana, if “Mike” really is a hacker, don't you have a kind of civic duty to expose him?  After all, if you've caught him he can't do any more harm to you, can he? 

Well…except, of course, for the fact that you've admitted that he has, indeed, hacked your account, so that must mean that the things he's posted on his blog are the real deal and...Oops!  Oh, well, that’s the price to be paid, I suppose, for being the hero who nabs a hacker, and I commend you for being strong and brave enough to pay it.  Bravo, Nana, Bravo!  

wHACKED!!!

In a monumentally shocking and completely coincidental turn of events that a blind man couldn’t see coming a mile away, Nana is now claiming that her e-mail account has been hacked.  Naturally, she’s naming, “Mike,” as the prime suspect and casting aspersions upon me, as well, because of what he posted on my blog about a hacker he knows having evidence of her multiple sock puppet screen names (which, as I said, is really, really old news). 

Now, as far as I know, it doesn’t take a hacker to find out if someone is using sock accounts to comment on blogs or forums – the administrator of the sites can see the IP address, so if someone is trying to make multiple sock accounts the administrator can see that and ban them.  Sometimes the puppeteer has so many socks that he/she forgets who he/she is “supposed” to be when commenting, so sharp-eyed people can spot it and bust them (as has been the case several times with Nana’s socks), so there doesn’t have to be any hacking involved to find out if someone is using multiple screen names.

Let me make something perfectly clear, though.  I do NOT condone hacking somebody’s e-mail account and if I ever found out that anyone had done so I would report them myself.  “Mike,” just recently showed up and started commenting on my blog and I have no idea if he’s just blowing smoke about knowing a hacker or not, but I don’t support that kind of behavior at all. 

However, as far as Nana’s claim that her e-mail account has been hacked – as I’ve noted, it’s usually best to take anything Nana says with a boulder of salt – and perhaps in some cases a with a mountain of salt.   

Socks 'n' Stuff

A couple of comments were left on my recent “Bullshit and Boulders of Salt” post by a person named “Mike (and/or Donna)” that were very interesting…and left everyone in suspense!

Donna said...

Excellent post Cindi. You certainly exposed AN for what she is, a liar and a deceiver.

About being a deceiver, if you would post it on the CCC, I'll supply you with the eight screen names that she uses on the ACC. Solid information that I received from a hacker friend of mine.

Mike

Mike said...

Sorry about last post, used wife signin.

Want a demo of truth?

Ok hang on

Mike, I appreciate the offer, really, but everyone pretty much knows about Nana’s various and sundry “sock puppet” screen names up to this point, so it's basically old news.

What everyone would REALLY like to know is what are her NEXT eight screen names going to be?  Perhaps she would appreciate some suggestions, and I encourage everyone to pitch in and help by listing theirs – in the spirit of neighborly goodwill.

My suggestion:

I think she should go for a unified theme for the next batch - something like:

Doc, Grumpy, Happy, Sleepy, Bashful, Sneezy, Dopey...and Snowdrift Snooki (in honor of her idol, Sarah Palin). 

She could accomplish a lot with this list of sock puppet screen names, not the least being taking a sock name that could easily be confused with someone else’s screen name that she’s had disagreements with in the past.  And this list of names is very, “cutesy,” in keeping with her blog’s, “baby nursery,” theme.  (I think it’s a win/win!)

Let’s all pitch in, like good neighbors do, and help Nana choose her next eight sock names!  Come on, kids, it’ll be fun…and it’s for a good cause - laughter - the very best medicine!

Bullshit and Boulders of Salt

As I was reading AN’s forum recently I came across a post she made about someone in a white truck stopping in front of her house and snapping a photo.  A huge amount of frenzied speculation and hand-wringing ensued about the possible nefarious intentions of that individual, and I have to admit that if my son were still a small boy it would make me a bit nervous, as well, so my first instinct was to be sympathetic…

however…

“Well, I did everything I could to delete this forum but for some reason it wouldn't work.  I even emailed nabble and never got a response. My husband is the only reason this forum is back up, he insisted that I cannot let others stop me from doing what I love. 

I do ask you to put yourself in my place.  I have a nine year old son who loves playing outside.  If the creep in the white truck was trying to intimidate me, he won. Not because he scared me, but because my son is more important to me than anything in this world and I didn't know what this person's intentions were.  I don't know how bad someone may want to win this election or what kind of people follow this person.  I do not know what they are capable of?  I do know that on my blog someone wished me dead, so put yourself in my place. 

Hashing ideas back and forth and stating opinions and being silly on forums is one thing, but when it comes to intimidation and death wishes that is when it is crossing the line.  I don't know why my forum and blog seems to be so intimidating to some but they need to realize it is just words and only is seen by a few people, so chill.  If you are suppose to be Mayor, it will happen.”

Let’s see…she asks us to put ourselves in her place.  Okay, Nana, I will.  If I had real concerns about the safety of my child because I thought someone who disagreed with my internet activities was actually stalking me, I’d put the safety of my child FIRST, as would anyone whose child was,  "more important to me than anything else in the world."

But what does Nana do?  Well, at first she claims she “tries” to delete her blog, but for some reason she can’t.  Really?

I call bullshit.  Even if she couldn’t delete her blog (riiiiight), she could have kept it as a registered-comment-only site in an attempt to defuse the situation and shield her family from possible harm from an alleged "stalker."  But she didn’t, did she?

And she says that the only reason the forum is back up is because her husband (and father of the little boy whose safety is possibly threatened) insisted that she couldn’t let others stop her from doing what she loves.  So she’s basically saying that the father of her child is more concerned with her love of being able to spout off on the internet rather than love and concern for the safety of their little boy.  Really?  What kind of father acts like that?  You can bet your bottom dollar if my husband expressed as a priority my blog/forum activities above the safety of our child he would very soon be my EX husband.

So I call bullshit – because it reeks of it.  And it seems clear to me that everything Nana says should be taken with not just a grain, but a BOULDER of salt. 

And one more little thing about her post that reeks…of complete hypocrisy:

“Hashing ideas back and forth and stating opinions and being silly on forums is one thing, but when it comes to intimidation and death wishes that is when it is crossing the line.”

Really, Nana?  You mean like this?

“Oooo... the CCC has got my blood boiling. Cindiloohoo better watch her back. I do not think they understand who they are messing with. Since I am no longer welcome on the Chatter I still like to stop by and watch what goes on. It makes me sick that GG can't get Cindiloo's titty out of her mouth long enough to act like a moderator. It sickens me the things they allow to go on. Cynthia seems like such a nice person, I wouldn't mind doing lunch with her. Cindiloo is able to badger her and belittle her, makes me sick. How can someone be so evil and down on themselves? She is so eager to bring everyone down to her level. 

She needs to back off. She has ticked me off and the claws are out now. I am a mom in attack mode. It cracks me up that the CCC thinks they are so high and mighty, picking and choosing who is allowed to post whatever they want. If things continue I will take them down in an instant. They think they have good IT people? They ain't seen nothing yet. CCC and the sad collection of losers you call followers.... you have been warned.”

And Nana’s attempt to rationalize and minimize this blatant threat was to simply say:

“I only allowed my daughter to post "better watch your back" because I know she didn't mean any physical violence.  She was teasing about being more computer literate and bringing the Chatter down, nothing serious though.”

Really, Nana?  Because your sweet, gentle daughter has also posted her violent fantasies about blasting people with a sawed-off shotgun on your forum.  Is THAT what's supposed to convince me that there couldn't possibly be a "serious" threat to me or others from members of your "tribe," who have repeatedly posted their unhinged fantasies of violence towards people they disagree with on your sites and others, including mine?

Bullshit and Boulders of Salt.

While Nana Slept

Heads up, Nana. You might want to exert a little more control over your tribe's comments, even if it means staying up 24/7.

Some of us readers get up early in the morning and we check the local forums and blogs as we have our morning coffee. And some of us know how to obtain a screen capture, so even if something is deleted later, we have a record of it - which can, as I understand it, be verified with ISP logs.  I've managed to obtain quite a few interesting screen captures from your blog and forum over the past several months, but this one - well, it was in a class all its own.

That Cynthia! (@Apr 13, 2011; 01:40am - now deleted) She's quite the Christian, isn't she?

I'm not going to post the screen capture I got at 6:24 a.m., which was deleted by 7:00 a.m. when I next checked, but I think the local person who was being called,

"…possibly a killer, of one little boy named, Kyron Horman from Portland, OR."

might want to see it.

What do you think?

Chatter Chicks April 9, 2011 Meeting Minutes

The Unconfirmed and Unofficial Minutes of the Third Meeting of the Chatter Chicks or, What Certainly Did Not Happen Today at Ruben’s in Clarksville.

The regularly scheduled meeting of the Clark County Chatter Chicks took place today at Ruben’s Mexican Restaurant in Clarksville, Indiana. The meeting was called to order by Happy Granny shortly after 2:00 in the afternoon, but no one took notice because they were too busy inquiring as to the identity of the young man HappyCat had been meeting with in the parking lot. 

In attendance at today’s meeting were the following: Grumpy Granny, Happy Granny, Kelley, HappyCat, Chopper Woman, I Like Squirrels, Mrs. Professor, Hound Dog, Cindiloohoo, Gabriella and Debbie H. Gabriella and Debbie showed up shortly after everyone else, which caused eyebrows to be raised with unspoken speculation. Chopper Woman was also slightly late, but since she brought a gift for HappyCat, we are not questioning her belatedness. Not in attendance were the following: Jules, Rounddots, and Teresa Fisher. If anyone else was not in attendance who should have been included in this list, HappyCat (who is unofficially submitting these minutes) cannot remember. Perhaps this has something to do with the Virgin pina colada she had, which may or may not have been chaste and pure. 

After it became clear that answers were not going to be forthcoming with regards to who HappyCat had been meeting with or what the purpose of that meeting was, the next order of business was introduced. Shirts with the Chatter Chicks logo were distributed, with Chopper Woman stripping down to her unmentionables and donning her shirt immediately upon receipt. Cindiloohoo produced her Tiara of E-vil, which she showed to all the Chatter Chicks present but did not deign to allow any of us to try on, no matter how much we begged and pleaded. Drink orders were taken by Christina, the somewhat overwhelmed owner of Ruben’s, and a smoking break was promptly declared. Grumpy Granny, Happy Granny and Hound Dog remained indoors, as they are self-proclaimed “Good Girls” and did not want to be seen on a public sidewalk with the likes of the rest of the group. There may have been another “Good Girl” or two who stayed inside, but the pina colada that wasn’t quite innocent has made things more than a little fuzzy …tsk, tsk, tsk, HappyCat. 

Once back inside the establishment, talk finally turned to She Who Shall Not Be Named. Hound Dog congratulated Cindiloohoo on her restraint, having made it a full sixty-five minutes before bringing the topic to the table. That Cindi had mentioned SWSNBN while on the smoke break was not discussed, as Cindi had ordered by now a shot of Wild Turkey, and been disappointed to find that her only option was Jack Daniels. We did not want to risk her displeasure and the possible consequences of such, again remembering the Tiara of E-vil, so we kept our mouths shut. 

Debbie was disappointed that there was no strapping young man named Ulysses working in or near the establishment. She had to be restrained several times from sneaking into the kitchen, which is where most of the male staff works. This monumental task was left up to Grumpy Granny, who threatened to take away her posting privileges on the Chatter for a month if she did not behave herself. 

The question of candidate suitability came up, and the criteria were established with post haste. Primarily, the candidate for any office in the land had to be more mature than Cindiloohoo. Though there were a few moments of concern, we all hurried to reassure Kelley that she definitely met the requirements, and peace once again returned to the group. 

The more serious topic of fundraising for a good cause came up, and after deciding that jewel-encrusted tiaras for the entire group did not constitute a good cause, it was settled that our best option for raising the most money and goods quickly would likely be pole dancing for our chosen charity. If we can ever agree as to what that charity is. Squirrel’s double D’s threatened to make an appearance, but were quickly downvoted as Ruben’s is a family establishment and there were children at the next table. 

Cindi, distraught at the thought of all those unpurchased and unworn tiaras, ordered another shot of Jack. Debbie perked up at the mention of Jack, but was again disappointed to learn this man came in a bottle. We promised to make provisions for her at the next meeting, so that she won’t feel so let down. 

Kelley was accompanied by her omnipresent unflappable hair, which has its own entourage. Said entourage was forced to wait outside the establishment where it could harrass other patrons who entered and exited. The entourage, namely The Wind, did its best to chase up women’s skirts while it waited impatiently for Kelley’s exit from the building. As the rest of the Chicks agreed, it was not cruel of Kelley to leave The Wind outside, since if she were to bring it inside it might turn into Breaking Wind, which we all were adamant about being a Bad Thing. 

HappyCat, still trying to get her bearings, was somewhat confused by the significance of Kelley’s unflappable hair. However, after the pina colada arrived, her confusion was forgotten. Hound Dog graciously agreed to eat the Virgin’s cherry, which most of the group missed due to the second smoke break. The consumers of alcohol neglected to tell HappyCat that she could not get drunk by proximity, and thus the power of the pina colada was enhanced tenfold. 

As the meeting drew to a close, the locale of next month’s gathering was discussed, and the *************, aptly enough located in *************, was tentatively agreed upon, even though they do not serve Wild Turkey. Cindi was mollified somewhat to find that they do have trees nearby, and at this time, the meeting was adjourned. 

While on the sidewalk outside the meeting place, Cindiloohoo proposed a motion that the first rule of Chatter Chicks is that No One talks about Chatter Chicks. The second rule is that what happens at the table, stays at the table (as example, the Virgin cherry). As a quorum was present, the motion was seconded and approved, and the meeting was officially adjourned one more time. 

With respect, and with confusion as to how that tattoo got “there”, I hereby submit the minutes of the third meeting of the Chatter Chicks for approval. 

Sincerely (and sincerely muddled), 

HappyCat