Well, on May 21, 2006, we seem to have moved on to a new phase: LiveJournal stalking. Not sure how long this one is going to last, but here's a few entries from a recent hit parade, courtesy of the spouse of a friend of mine.

Have I mentioned that I haven't actually spoken to this person in over 12 years? Bears repeating.

Incidentally... if I were a jerk, I'd leave the LiveJournal ID and photo intact. But I'm hoping that nobody needs to suffer more embarrassment than they have to over this... and Lord knows what would happen if Child Services saw that this person, purportedly a mother, was engaging in this sort of help-I-need-lithium-and-I-am-on-the-verge-of-snapping behaviour on a regular basis.

So I'm blotting out the photo and LiveJournal ID, out of human decency. I'm leaving those cats, though, beause they're such adorable widdle fuzzy lumpkins. 




I'm not sure how one can have a "taste in ethnicity," but I manage. Through great effort, I might add. Apparently, the word of the day is "belittled," and how I can "belittle" somebody after 12 years of absence, I'm not sure.

In fact, I'm not even sure I recall what my tastes WERE in 1994. Probably a lot of Skinny Puppy and horror movies. I was young and angrier then. Heck, I think I'd belittle myself if I met me now. Or maybe embiggen myself. Or embiggen, then belittle, just to keep a consistent average.

I'm also not sure where I'm placed on the spectrum of assholes, but I hope it's somewhere between red and blue. Magenta would be nice.

Incidentally, there's something utterly terrifying about seeing somebody go on a psychotic tear leaving Livejournal messages in rapid succession on somebody's blog... and then correct their own grammar mistakes AS ONE OF THE CRAZY SERIAL ENTRIES.



Note the date stamp. Seven posts in about ten minutes, all around 11 p.m. Kind of like somebody who has gone off her meds and hit the wall. If you know the person in question, please ASK HER TO SEEK PROFESSIONAL HELP. She is a mentally sick person and needs the care and support of mental health professionals. If you are a friend or relative and you are not doing everything in your power to get this poor mentally ill person to some professional assistance, you are NOT being a very good friend.

Nor a good friend, I might add, to the child this person claims to have. If I knew a mother that was acting like THIS, on a regular basis, I'd be wondering what the family situation's like. Maybe even worried. Seriously. This is somebody that claims to have a child, and routinely shows public evidence of psychotic breaks and a complete inability to control herself. This is cause for concern. If you're not intervening, SHAME. ON. YOU.




((oh, and riiiiight about 45 seconds after this page went live, the Rant Came Back, this time as an anonymous poster. Because banning somebody from your LiveJournal isn't a solid enough hint that you don't want to hear from them. In the span of just a few hours, my Machiavellian genius has grown... and somebody wanting, after twelve years, to "keep my insults fresh and therefore never forgiven" is the mark of sanity. Yes, spending your time stalking my friend's wife anonymously through her LiveJournal is the very picture of glowing mental health. Yes, that was sarcasm.))

Blotting the IP address, because, again, I don't want to be a bastard about this. Although apparently it's because I'm trying to keep people from reading her journal, which lays the whole story out in all its staggering mental health. I picture that journal thing from "Red Dragon," but with fewer newspaper clippings and more crayon and pictures of kitties.   

It's kind of upsetting that this person doesn't have anyone who can get her help, though.



Apparently I am capable of a number of varied actions, and am on sale. Maybe I'll buy me so I can have a spare around the house, and then I'll make that guy mow the lawn. 

And I'm not sure how being worried that some poor (hypothetical) kid is being raised (in theory) by somebody with obvious rage issues and no emotional control connects to protecting my beneficial friendship with Bill. But ... "beneficial friendship?" Aren't friendships SUPPOSED to be beneficial? I benefit, you benefit, we benefit. From the friendship. Friends benefit from each other. Mind you, they also notice when the friend has turned into a batshit crazy person and makes sure the friend gets the help she or he requires, so maybe the stalker has never experienced that sort of camraderie. 

Updating this takes more of my time than a stalker is worth, so I'll be silent on this for a while. But if you've been referred to this page due to LiveJournal stalking, you're not alone. Report it to LJ, and they'll take it from there. And don't forget the Big Red Button.