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Blogger Death Threats
Heard about this?
Blogger Kathy Sierra of Creating Passionate Users was the target of “sexual and life threatening” comments and imagery.
Want to be clear that I do not condone violence or threats of any kind.
Having said that, can we please look at this for what it is?
two of the threats/comments were posted on “two blogs authored and/or owned by a group that includes prominent bloggers. People you’ve probably heard of. People like respected Cluetrain Manifesto co-author Chris Locke (aka Rageboy)…”
So while it was done anonymously, they’ve established the posts were made by one or two well known bloggers.
Yes, they could be psychopaths or shrub crawling stalkers, but I’ll go out on a limb here and say probably not.
the threats directed at Kathy Sierra-
Comment from:fuck off you boring slut… i hope someone slits your throat and cums down your gob
Name: siftee
Email: siftee@yahoo.com
IP: 62.37.152.243
Comment:” They posted a photo of a noose next to my head, and one of their members (posting as “Joey”) commented “the only thing Kathy has to offer me is that noose in her neck size.” “
excerpts from Kathy Sierra’s post regarding what happened.
“Most of all, I now fully understand the impact of death threats. It really doesn’t make much difference whether the person intends to act on the threat… it’s the threat itself that inflicts the damage. It’s the threat that makes you question whether that “anonymous” person is as disturbed as their comments and pictures suggest.
It’s the threat that causes fear.
It’s the threat that leads you to a psychiatrist and tranquilizers just so you can sleep without repeating the endless loop of your death by:
* throat slitting
* hanging
* suffocation
and don’t forget the sexual part…I have cancelled all speaking engagements.
I am afraid to leave my yard.
I will never feel the same. I will never be the same.”
If this incident damaged her and destroyed her life to the extent she claims, she needed a shrink long before now.
The blogger groupies are circling the wagons and making a call for arms over this?
I agree the writings are warped. But I also think she’s over re”acting”. I’ve received threats more violent than these over winning the duel for a parking space at the mall.
What do you think - am I being a hard ass?
Skin Deep
Sometime before my grandma died, my emotions -actually the depth of my emotions took a vacation. For awhile I attributed it to a sub-conscious trigger for sanity preservation. Dealing with Rick’s death, battling the police dept, my grandpa’s near fatal heart failure, and half a dozen other mind bending events… then my grandmother fell ill. Sub-conscious sees the blazing red “overload warning” light and shut me down before I spontaneously combusted.
At the time I was just grateful to not feel anything. And when I’m on more stable ground, the sub-c will flip me back on.
It’s been quite awhile and I’ve experienced - no, not experienced - navigated a few highs and lows, didn’t feel much of anything either way. OK I thought - being aware my reset button hasn’t been reset will kick the sub-conscious into re-setting. Wrong again.
I don’t really miss feeling the depth of emotions. But- it’s probably not conducive to good overall health, and more importantly I don’t want it to have a negative effect on Hannah, my family, ….
even sought a “professional opinion/diagnosis” and it isn’t depression.
joy joy - another bland post by yours truly -but at least now you know why. :s
ya know, it’s one thing if my emotions wanna take a leave of absense, but I hope for all our sakes, they send my muse home ASAP.
Wholeness
Know what pisses me off? Those people who think I’m single because I’m still mourning Rick. Yes I mourned him, yes I still miss him - but it’s been 3 1/2 yrs and I’m single now because I want to be. And that look - omg - I hate that “I know what you’re feeling better than you do…don’t worry you’ll meet someone” fucking look. Like I need a SO to be whole again. wtf ?!
That’s partially what landed me in this mess. The whole “must be in a relationship to be fulfilled and truly happy” song and dance. oh oh - not to forget the “it’s ok if you’re dating again, don’t need to keep it a secret” - urrrhhh!!!!
I wasn’t dating and I was happy. Honestly - the thought of dating wears me out - and it has absolutely nothing to do with Rick or mourning. I was skip fucking happy! and when I’m not happy single anymore - then and only then will I start dating. thank you.
and this template - for the love of God - why can’t I find a template I like?! grrrrrrr
rant over.
Old Friend
Turned up yesterday. He was the only one with enough kahonas to bring me food when the cops were ambushing (jumping out of the shrubs with guns) every one in my front yard looking for Rick.
His little brother was one of the strays Rick took in and looked after. He (the little brother) worshipped Rick, closest thing to a dad he’d ever had I think, and was more inconsolable at the funeral than even Rick’s children.
He (the older brother) is home after 2 yrs in prison. We drove around yesterday and talked. I’ve sure missed him - a lot.
I knew when he went to jail, heard it through the grapevine. Assumed it was a possession charge, but it wasn’t, at least not a drug possession charge. Nope. He did 2 yrs in prison for possession of 2 boxes of cold medicine. I won’t bullshit you and say he was planning to cure a cold with the cold medicine. But at the same time - that’s the only thing he had.
Prisons are so overcrowded they’re releasing violent offenders every single day. And your tax dollars are being spent to house an inmate for (just shy of) 2 yrs, paroled for 37 days. 2 boxes of cold medicine folks, makes perfect sense, no?
Hard Knocks Education
I ignored the neon warning signs because every other area was perfect, and so GD much potential for ‘happily ever after’. I was probably mis-reading everything anyway - I mean everything else was so good, I had to be wrong. And I’ve been there before - when it wasn’t good, and learning the signs, well that’s an education you sure as hell don’t forget. Besides, I’m smarter now, I think more of myself - know I deserve better.
right?
yeh right.
so fast -less than a second. Standing there, then like a shot - feels like your chin slammed into your spine and your ears ring like a siren. Hasn’t changed much, my reaction - I wonder if it’s lights out or will my eyes open on cue? Taste of blood cues them open, and makes me gag every time.
I’m embarrassed more than anything - that I let the good suck me into something so obviously not good. Stupid stupid stupid.
Blog Hoppin’
 Great post at Violent Acres
Great post at Dad Gone Mad
More good stuff at:
Blank Top Chronicles
“The world is full of crazy, stupid assholes. And every single one of them calls my company when they need a taxi.”
How Not to Get Laid
“…because we learn more from our failures.”
Dead Cow Swimming
It rained all the way through the first summer I was back here. The continuous rain kept the water levels high in the tanks (ponds) for a couple weeks at a time before evaporation could catch up. So when my mom drove up one day and told my grandpa there was a dead cow in one of our tanks, we knew she’d been there for a couple weeks.
Obviously we had to get the cow out or she would contaminate the water. A few ropes, the 4 wheeler, a really really long pole, and drove out to the tank. From what we could see, the cow had waded out and maybe got struck by lightning. The water level had gone down enough that the length of her back was barely visible about 15 feet out.
I immediately began to calculate - length of pole vs. distance between dead cow and shore.
It would be a reach but I figured my mom and I could wade out a few feet and stretch far enough to use the stick to loop the rope around the cow’s head.
This little plan quickly went to shit when I realized the cow’s head was under water. Ever tried to rope something under brown water with a 12′ stick?
Ropes don’t sink, they float.
See where this is going…?
Apparently my mom did because when I turned around she was already back at the pick-up. Her head was barely visible over the hood and steadily shaking from left to right. …guess this means she’s not up for a swim.
I mentioned it was mid-summer?
dead cow under water for about 2 weeks?
ok yeh, I did.
How did it end?
Let’s just say I showered for 2 hours straight, and hell will freeze over 10 times before so much as my big toe ever goes swimming again.
my mom…the next day she drove her riding mower to my house and mowed my yard without my knowing it, guess she thought she owed me one.
she did.
Soundtrack of My Life
 Instructions:
1. Open your library on your iPod (or in iTunes).
2. Put it on shuffle.
3. Press play.
4. For every question, type the song that’s playing.
5. When you go to a new question, press the Next button.
Mine-
Opening Credits:Â Â Someday (The Long Road), Nickleback
Waking Up:Â Â The One I Love , REM
Falling in Love:Â Â World So Cold (The End of All Things), Mudvayne
Fight Song:Â Â I Dare You To Move (Learning to Breathe), Switchfoot
Breakup Song:Â Â All for You (Somewhere More Familiar), Sister Hazel
Making Up Song:Â Â Calling, Taproot
Life’s Okay Song:   Save Me (Us and Them), Shinedown
Mental Breakdown: Â Â Bullet With Your Name (What We Reflect), Scars of Life
Driving:Â Â Â Lips of An Angel, Hinder
Flashbacks:  audio clip of Rick (go figure…)
Happy Dance:Â Â Â Drops of Jupiter, Train
Regret:Â Â Â Don’t Speak, No Doubt
Final Battle:Â Â Â Purity, Scars of Life
Death Scene:Â Â Â These Walls, Trapt
Final Credits:Â Â Â Coming Undone, Korn
