Greetings to the blog world! There seems to be some ignorance and stupidity going on in this world that is lack of reading comprehension topped with the nice cherry of copyright infringement (you’d think a freelance writer would know it’s a violation of copyright to download and reupload someone’s personal pictures. I actually report The Crazy Canadian to various abuse teams for it on a daily basis for this exact same thing, and get her accounts permanently suspended. Also, you’d think that a freelance writer would be capable of doing research before flying off the handle. Unfortunately, that’s not the case, as witnessed here). (In case it’s deleted).

Let’s clear up the first big misconception:

My name is Matt. I am tending to Ceej’s (Jamie as you all know her in blogland) internet things while she is in her evaluation that was requested of her work place. I also wrote this note to a “Recycled Frockery” last night, as I was asked not to start drama with anyone on the web from Ceej’s internet connection, and I found that after visiting the site a second time, I was banned:

Ok, so I didn’t add all the smilies and friendly shit that Ceej does to her messages. I have no emotional connection to these asshats, and after tomorrow, I’ll have no need to be bothered with them again, until Ceej needs someone to come by and babysit her online affairs because, well, as Miss Frockery says, Ceej is fucked in the head, and somehow this internet shit is important to Ceej and she wanted 50,000 of those credits by August 13th to do some kind of super-ad-shit because she likes these people. Might I also add that it’s also the 1950s and being mentally ill is some kind of crime or reason to throw stones at people. But I was not snarky, mean or hateful in the original message. I was honest. I was neutral. I was confused about the ban. I’m no hacker. I’m no cracker. I don’t comment to anyone so there’s no way I can be a spammer. All I did was visit Frockery’s site twice in the wee hours of the morning to drop Ceej’s two blog cards. The ban and the reason I was given for being banned, was completely inaccurate, so I privately contacted the site owner with the IP that I was connected to and informed her of the problem. I did this, mostly, because Ceej would have questioned me on Monday evening when she attempted to drop and found herself banned from the site. Her IP doesn’t change that often (TimeCapsule), so she would think I got into some drama fest online. Unwillingly, I did. Oh it’s a dandy one, at that.

But my communication was not “unfriendly”. Ceej didn’t report this person for anything. She couldn’t. She’s in a facility where she has no connection to the internet and she will be there until Monday morning. I was not alone in my experience with Frockey’s site: other people have had the same problem (In case that is deleted). This was one of two hostile responses from that neutral communication:

The other is that novel of a poorly researched post written on Recycled Frockery complete with stolen personal pictures.

Now, Ceej doesn’t always get along with people in the blog world. Lord knows that. People don’t always get along anywhere. There’s another person who got a little ticked off the other day when Ceej fucked up some plugin on WordPress and her site was un-usable. Mike sent her the following message:

Mike wasn’t nice, but Ceej is a peaceful lady and sent him the reply:

All was forgiven. The world didn’t come to a crashing halt. It was resolved.

Notice the difference in that exchange. It all took place over messages through Entrecard. They resolved everything in private. No retarded (OHMIGAWD ABELIST WORD!) blog posts where the author flies off the handle, full of shit, with misinformation. No picture stealing. No accusations. No personal attacks. A private matter was resolved in private between two people. Mike, I salute you.

Then there’s the accusation that Ceej is somehow addicted to Vicodin. She probably is. Who gives a shit? See, cancer patients, you know, people who undergo chemotherapy to the point where they are vomiting every few hours to the max and their teeth are eroded to the nerves, are usually in intense pain. Advil and Tylenol don’t touch this pain so they are given intense pain killers from doctors. Vicodin is one of those intense pain killers. Ceej was never declared in remission from her cancer, and she’s still in pain. But Frockery knew that when she posted that Ceej was a “dope fiend”, huh? Just like she knew it was I, Matt, who sent her that Private message that she chose to make into some kind of public drama because she’s run out of ideas as a ‘freelance writer’.

Ceej also has out of control diabetes. Why not work that into your attacks while you’re on this roll?

Last, there’s the “OHMIGAWD” Mental Patient! thing. Do I even need to touch this? Are we living in the 1950s-1980s? Mental illnesses are considered something to be shamed from society still? At least Ceej is getting help for her vices. I respect her for that.

There’s more, but this is getting on the long side. I’ve researched that and I cannot find any software by that name that automatically bans IPs that visit websites more than once in a 24 hour period. I’ll admit that I’m imperfect: I didn’t click on all 91,600 results. Using common sense, I assumed that it would be within the first site or two that popped up. I don’t think this is it. I could be wrong though. I admit it. I’m imperfect because I am human.

This right here is the reason I don’t get into the internet. I don’t have a blog. I don’t have a Facebook. I deleted my Myspace after I’d had it a month. I have a whistle blowing site, but no one knows my name or information on there. I don’t have a journal. I get all the internet I want from my email. This whole scenario just confirms why email is all I need in the cyber world. If this should continue, here are some facts about me that I am not ashamed of, just as Ceej wasn’t ashamed of admitting that she was on pain management or had emotional problems, which can be transformed into personal attacks at Frockery’s own twisted amusement: I am not just gay, I’m a faggot, meaning I have lots of sex and I don’t look back on it. Uninhibited and mean when I need to be. I am bipolar, and quick tempered (that qualifies me as needing to be in the stocks too). I don’t care what people think of me, especially ‘internet people’; if I did, I wouldn’t be a part of the ED crowd. I am not afraid of ‘internet people’. I hate kids. All kids. Even the ones I am baby sitting right now. I’m impatient. I drink heavily. Sorry there are no pictures of me online for Frockery to steal and mock. She can use this image. I’m sure it represents the bipolar gay community well enough for her.

ETA: As with my whistle blowing site, if anyone wants to comment anonymously on this, here, you’re free to do so. I won’t disclose any information. To Ceej: I apologize on behalf of the human race.