When bad PR turns into GOOD PR

.....or one advantage of being stalked.....

I as suprised when I checked my stat-counter and noticed how many visitors I got since I opened this blog.

Silent visitors. Visitors who leave a message (or a private message which is of course appreciated too) and visitors who just drop by to check things out.

I've come to the conclusion that even bad PR is good PR. Come to think off I even may have to thank my biggest fan for advertising my name.....

However...truth to be told ......only 2 hits originated so far from her rather dillettantic blog....Greetings to Finland! ..... The rest googles and googled his way hither. Or visits trough blog-search, digg etc.....Welcome!

No safe place

Dear Crazy for Caruso (crazy being the operative word):

The international agreement providing for mutual judicial assistance around the globe is in high use nowadays. It may take some time until TPTB come into gear but they will. The Campus IT-department whose IP-address you published (make no mistake, I never use my own computer - BTW I told them about my blogging) was not very amused I work in a public office after all and PUBLIC SAFTEY has to be considered. Especially in times like these. Since I don't know if you're a possible treat (Anti-stalking laws apply worldwide and are not only for celebs.) I provided what I could by copying and pasting (No use in deleting -there is a thing called CACHE. Remember?)

Keep on posting. I'll keep on collecting (Your Stat-counter will show you multiple visits - this time I had interested company.)

BTW. Wrong city, wrong map. Try again.

The "cutting edge" or one crazy Caruso fan

I found that on the net and I thank you MISHMA 1 for granting me persmission to use it.!!! Great stuff!!

Deep, deep in the bowels of a Clovis, California basement (my mistake - I got lucky by a mere chance.Thank you EP for pointing it out to me. 4 eyes see more than 2.) a lonely, attention starved woman impatiently and rather violently shoves a cat that was blocking the keyboard on one of her 10 laptops. "Sorry, Patches", the woman coos, "but this's impawtant".
Next to her a knife her favourite cutting instrument. It calls her out. She can feel it - she can already hear the sirens of the ambulance which will take her away once again. Like a few months before. Ugly scars and cuts already "decorate" her body. Truly DISGUSTING.
She then types the findings of her her new theory. She has been observing the punctuation patterns and European spellings of such words as behaviour, colour and favourite of some people that post on a gossip blog's forum. She is clearly obsessed - not only with her knife.
She is onto to something big, she can feel it. If only she hadn't flunked the psych tests during her "FBI training"(LOL) she could have been doing bigger things than just getting menal work through a job agency, but alas, this will have to suffice.
It angers her, the bureaucratic injustice of it all that forces her to post together with a highly unstable individual to vent her ire. Once she was somebody - or at least dreamed about it - but now she is nobody; reduced to tracing commas and periods to fold into her conspiracy theories, much like folding the frothy egg whites into a cake batter.
Once she collected Manolo Blahniks now she collects assorted feral stray cats. Once she had a 6 carat fake diamond ring, a sugar-daddy for a fiance and possibly the most angry gay man in all of Califonia as a BFF and now what does she have?
A freaky web-page about an actor who doesn't give a fuck about her AND of course she has her anger, she has her bitterness and her beloved knife which glitters sooo invitingly and which she undoubtly will use if things don't turn out the way she hopes they do...

Kindergarden

Quote from Peter Clement "The Procedure": "My enemies' enemies can be very useful to me."

Not unexpectedly, I got spammed with multiple postings by one person in answer to my post "Welcome to looney city". Questions like why I post in the middle of the night of all times (Big deal, there are people on this planet who work night shifts) and why I can't bring myself to slam misguided fan number two? Question: Why should I? I don't take sides. According to the poster (and her twisted way of thinking) my opinion is only valid if I condemn misguided fan number two but praise misguided fan number one. And on goes the rant about things I don't care to repeat because of the utter ridiculousness. You don't like my syntax? Too bad. But there are more improtant things in life than correct spelling etc.

On to another funny thing: Misguided fan number two downloaded a picture of actor from another blog and made unfavorable remarks about the actor’s way of dressing in his time off. http://snickerspad.blogspot.com/2007/05/family-trip-celebrity-sighting.html(BTW: what is "fuggly" supposed to mean?) Misguided fan number one was so outraged in light of the admittedly snarky remark that she immediately started a discussion about the impertinence of misguided fan number two who dared to criticize the actors outfit. I'm quite positive that the actor neither cares what anybody thinks about him or his outfit nor does he need people who jump to his rescue whenever a critical remark is uttered. My bet is that he would be highly embarrassed by the whole discussion.

Last but not least. One or two posts are okay. But I won't tolerate flooding by persons who like to turn other people's blogs into personal battlegrounds. I'll interpret it as harassment (A knowing and willful "course of conduct" directed at one person...http://www.metrokc.gov/kcdc/ahinfo.htm) and I won't hesitate to react accordingly.

Why am I always winning?

Yesterday, my daughter and I played Monopoly. My daughter (9) is crazy about this game. I don't like it too much. It goes on for hours and hours and it is about buying, selling and being a good merchant. Things I don't care too much about.

So , the two of us started another game. I swore that this time I'll let the small one win. However, the longer the game lasted the better I got - meaning I accumulated more money, more property, more everything.

And I won - again. Naturally, my daughter was devastated. She had done everything I told her in order to win. But luck wasn't on her side. Tears welled up in her eyes. I told her that it was just a game and that next time I'll let her win.
But would that be a wise thing to do?
In real life sometimes you win sometimes you lose. If I would have as much luck in real life as I have at this silly game I would be a Billionaire. Owning a Mercedes and a Mansion on the hill
Unfortunately, life doesn't play this way.

Welcome to looney city

The main players:

Number one
lacyleanne aka sarahleanne aka anonymous aka.....(the list goes on)
http://www.blogger.com/profile/18409405250914923901

Number two
Vixen aka Vivien aka anonymous aka (the list goes on as well) (http://davidcarusorevealed.blogspot.com/index.html)

Number three (innocent player)
David Caruso - actor with limited talents but nevertheless in the middle of a vicious fight.
http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000325/

Summary:

Misguided fan number one (lacyleanne) self-elected savor of the above mentioned actor launched a campaign against misguided fan number two (Vixen) who trashes said actor whenever possible.
Not nice but different people different opinions.

So those two lost souls fight their battles all over the net on various blogs. They invade them with scathing comments no matter if the actual BLOG-OWNER likes it or not. Whenever misguided fan number two posts a comment equally misguided fan number one is quick behind to counter.

To make the whole thing more funny misguided fan number one never tires to say that misgudied fan number two is crazy. OK Possible. However, to an observer misguided fan number ones' posts (lacyleanne) sound equally lunatic as those of misguided fan number two (Vixen).

There is a very thin line between fandom and lunacy and I'm sure both have crossed it long ago.

Soooo funny

The net is a weird place....that is nothing new. Lately , I have come across a group of people that caught my interest. I'll watch them and write down what I think. You are invited to stop by, read and leave a comment (or not).

You'll going to read about fans, unfortunately-not fans, misguided fans, fans who think they are close to their objects of desire. Last but not least, about people like me who scratch their heads facing the ruckus about people half of the planet never heard about.
Curtain up - let the show begin.