The Limit

Why do people have to harrass others online? I had to stop and think. Do I want to do something that I've been working on all this week or not? Is it even a good idea anymore? What if things get any worse? I don't like all this wondering and waiting. But still, I should be at the hockey game. Hey, that gives me a strange idea..... Isn't Cedric working tonight? And wasn't he supposed to play in the hockey game as well? Does this count against him? That's mean. Too mean.

I need to go lie down. All this stalker talk is making me ill.

Wonderful Idea

Well, one of the people from StopThief.org thinks that the idea for the Justice Team is good. I just wish that I hadn't screwed up the domains like I did. Now they had to be re-registered today. Sucks. But I still don't think that I'd screw up a wet dream. Ha!

Marcy's much better today. She was able to talk, and she told me that she was never going to do this again. Where have I heard that before?

What If?

I think Jade's doing a wonderful job on her rehab stuff. She's an inspiration to everyone. If Jade can do this, then anyone can. She won't be forgotten about it. That's for sure.

There was some excitement today. It all started with a phone call. I had just gotten home from visiting Marcy, I'd heard that she'd woken up, and she had. She can't talk, but I told her not to do this shit anymore. Anyway, I answered the phone. This woman's voice asked for Jade O'Dowd. Now, of all the people that Jade knows, if they don't recognize my voice, they ask for Jade Mancini. That's who she is now, since she got married back in 2000. Anyway, I asked who was calling. "I go to school with her. In Tulsa," they replied. "Uh-huh... So you just got out about twenty minutes ago?" I asked, setting them up for one big-ass fall.

"Yeah. Can I talk to her?"
"Well, I don't know. Can I ask you something first?"
"Sure."
"If you were in Jade's classes today, in Tulsa, how'd you get all the way to Ohio?"
"Excuse me?"
"Your phone number's on our caller ID box here. I looked up the area code. You're in Ohio. How'd you get from Tulsa to Ohio in less then thirty minutes? Are you Mrs. Jeff Bushelmann?"

::click::

She hung up! But that wasn't the last I heard of her. About fifteen minutes later, the phone rang again. I answered it. "Hello?"

"Hi! May I please speak to Jade O'Dowd?"
This time her voice was all high-pitched and fake. But I could definately tell that it was the same person.

"Look, I know you don't go to school with my sister, and I'm taking this caller ID box over to the Tulsa Police right now, along with the taped phone conversations. You're that stalker of Jade's, aren't you? We've got you now, psycho."

It was my turn to hang up on her.

Whoever Jade's stalker is, they're definately a female. And a poor actress. Not to mention dumber then a pile of shit. The name on the caller ID box was JEFF BUSHELMANN. Both calls. And wouldn't she have the common sense to go to a pay phone if I already guessed who was on the line? Or does she believe that I'm a psychic? RETARD.

Amazing, Isn't It?

About an hour ago, James stumbled upon the following information:

Either my satire was well read by the stalker, or there really was a lawsuit against them. Either way, they took the pictures of my sister off their shit-site. And that's all that matters. It was about time. They should have taken the pictures down back in December, but they were too stubborn. I guess that Jade will come back to life again online now. And if someone's messing with you, contact Dave or Julian. We're starting an online justice system inspired by this site, except we'll be for everyone. Hey, two justices in a month? That's nothing. But in the SAME WEEK??? That's something to celebrate. Too bad I feel too much like shit to get drunk right now.

How To Successfully Stalk Someone OnLine And Not Get Caught
Or:
The Mistakes Katy Made

Let's say that your website/domain/weblog/whathaveyou hasn't been getting as many hits as you'd like, OH GOD!!! IT'S BEEN THREE DAYS SINCE SOMEONE SEEN YOUR GAWD-AWFUL SITE!!!, because you made the ever-popular mistake of posting your real pictures online, and, well, you're a 5000 pound shut-inliving on welfare with too much time on your hands. What do you do? You want people to like you online, because they can't judge you on your weight, right? SIMPLE: You find a pretty, attractive girl about ten years younger then you claim to be online, and buy a domain (people think that you're honest if you have a .com, .net or .org site) to post them online, and wait for the hits to roll in. So what if people are going to say: "But there's NO WAY the girl on your sites is 30!"? You can say that you look young, or had lots of plastic surgery.

Okay, so now that you've got a picture, you need cool, pretty words, right? I mean, come on, you're a LOSER, and you're starting over, right? So you look into the links that the girl has on her site. You see that she has a brother, a husband, and several friends who are also keeping weblogs. Whatdday do? Simple. Join the webrings, associations, and other things that they did. But you don't stop there. You then start stealing their words. Cutting and pasteing can be done by anyone. And you're someone right? So you've stolen picture, words, groups. What's left? Well, people online are starting to get suspicious. They email you and ask you why your weblog entry for Monday matches this girl's entry for Sunday. So what do you do? Simple. Say that SHE ripped off YOU. Purchase another domain. Make a hate shrine to the people that you've ripped off, and MAKE the stupid people online think that you're the victim. I mean, no one else can see what you're doing online, right?

Okay, now that the girl's husband has found out what you've done, and he's moved her weblog, you're in deep shit, huh? Not quite. Google and Yahoo are your friends. And since you're too fat and retarded to work like the rest of us (hey, that's why you're on welfare to start with-- you can't fit through your front door. If you could, they'd take away your check), you've got lots and lots and lots of time on your hands. So you search for the girl's site by looking for the people's names that you remember her mentioning. However, your IP is caught in the IP catchers, and, well, it's proof that you're back. But hey, your picture pages are suddenly updated, and everything, so your fans have stopped wondering, right? Well, now that you've gotten your picture source back, you're going to very quickly slouch into your old ways. And you also think that we don't know that you've been back around our sites. You think you're sneaky. So you post some racial remarks on our guestbooks and comments sections, and actually post your real email address (never thinking that the IP catcher on there wouldn't tell on you anyway), and go snickering off into the sunset. Again, you think you're really clever, and that we're not onto you. WRONG. Despite the fact you're really stupid doesn't mean that we are too. We'll see that you've been "checking up on us" and your IP will be posted here everytime that you come slinking around. And you've also been reported for making the remarks in the guestbooks and comments sections.

So what's an online stalker to do?

Well, when you think that you've gotten a site of someone who you're stalking, go to a public library or a friend's house (one who DOESN'T use the same Internet Service Provider as you) and look at the site there. Be sure that when you post threats and racial remarks in guestbooks and comments sections, that you're also not at your home computer. You'd be surprised at how easily those things are traced.

So there you have it. How to steal someone's pictures and identity online and NOT be caught. But it's a little too late for that now, isn't it, Jenifer Kate?