Thanks for not sullying (bwahahah) the previous feel-good thread.
stalkers.r.us Jeff G. and I both had prior records prior to our July 4-6, 2006 altercation @ protein wisdom. He'd been slapped by sadly, no. I'd been slapped by stephen bainbridge, freakonomics (steve levitt and steve dubner), don boudreaux@cafehayek, steve verdon and some neo-fascist site after i mocked the effeminate, homophilic, dumb as a doorknob university of nevada economics professor hans hoppe. I'd been banned by the sissitarian professor of eekonomics at george mason, the limp-lobed, eager beaver Bryan "I love to lick other economists' boots" Caplan.
Bottom line: We were both bad a** bloggers prior to our own private September 11 around July 4, 2006. I was a cyberstalker long before i set foot mouse in protein wisdom.
I definitely have some serious stalker tendencies in my psyche, that's for sure. i did not stalk my ex (the one in tooson with whom i worked in war$hington, deecee) but that is only because her office was right next to mine at the nerd supplemental funding agency and we lived in the same apartment building and it was not necessary to stalk her to see her all the time.
But my ex-ex is a different story. Serious stalking behavior, albeit one with a happier ending, at least in the short (10 year) term. When I met L, she was living with a UO prof out in the country. I ran into her at a party in Hendricks Park (right near where steve prefontaine crashed his car into a rock and died, come to think about it) a year or two after that and i said "are you guys still living in the country?" and she said " i am moving into town because we split up" and i heard "I want to marry you."
she told me she'd bought a house on 25th and Monroe. near flix and pix. At the time, I was living at 39th and Willamette and an avid biker (not like now, when I am a lazy blogger). So the day after the party in Hendricks Park (or maybe later that night, who knows), I rode my bike up and down Monroe and found the house with the sale pending sign.
Then, for the next few weeks, I'd ride by there whenever I had a chance and FINALLY one day, she was out in the yard when I rode by. I pretended to be surprised to run into her, I guess, although I did not pretend very seriously or long because I was so head over heels in love that it was not possible or worth trying to hide. One time (I cannot remember if it was this time or a second time - i kind of think it was a second time but i did not take notes.) I rode by her house after getting a copy of body heat at flix&pix and finegled a date chez elle right then and there to watch william and kathleen turner up the heat. the hurt would come much, much later.
I am a psychologist and I have to confess I am stumped how I can have a cognitive style of "stalker" - what would be the evolutionary advantage of that? - but it sure looks like that is an apt description of some basic feature of my mental landscape.
Tim, a.k.a. one-handed economist, is an economics major from the UO who has been cyberstalking me for about a year, for reasons that escape me. Tim@econ.uo found my August 21 court date in the Lane County dockets on August 22 and posted it at the Jeffrey Todd Goldstein outpost telethonic site. Tim is a scary, creepy, icky stalker. I would not mind filing an RO against Tim. What's his last name? Last known whereabouts? Anyone at the Oregon COMMENTATOR care to comment on Tim, the dismal quack scientist?
I think that boy is in tex-ass, but i ain't sure!
hat tip: denny crane for alerting me to the fact that tim the sicko uo econ major was the one who found and posted the info from the lane county dockets! u da man, dennee! ================================
She could while away the hours Thinkin they've no powers Watching her life go down the drain It's her crotch scratchin While her cellie starts to packin If Deb only had a brain
Her cash has started to dwindle All the voices start to mingle Her poetry causes pain On Thursdays she starts drinkin She's a victim's what she's thinkin If Deb only had a brain
Oh, she, just fails to see That she's a horrid bore A freak like this we've never seen before But then she drinks....and posts some more
Her lif's become a nothin Her head's all full of stuffin She won't get T.V. fame What she spews is pure doo doo She swears she will sue you If Deb only had a brain
Debbie Street (Sung to the tune of "Baker Street," by Gerry Rafferty)
What do you see down on Debbie Street? She's got teh vodka n' falls down on her feet, Well another cray zee day She'll swig Tuhrsday away, n' forget if she posts something.
That sh*tty website made 'er feel so bold. It had so many people but it had no troll, And it's taking her so long To find out she was wrong When she thought she knew everything.
She used to think that it was so easy She used to say that it was so sleazy But she's postin' She's postin' now Another slug and then she'll be passed out Just one more shot and she'll be gone, no doubt But she's trollin' She's trollin' now...
Way down teh street there's a light in her place She opens teh bottle, she's got that look on her face And you ask 'er where she's surfed You tell her she's a fiend, And she'll never work anywhere.
She's got this dream to be Colbert's hag She's gonna give up the booze and the all-night jags And then she'll settle down, in an Arizona town, And forget about everything.
But you know she'll always keep trollin' You know she's never gonna stop trollin' Cus she's drinkin' She's the drunken' bum...
And when she wakes up it's a new mornin'-- man in the can has got a new warrant-- She's goin' She's off to jail.
Deb can't seem to face up to the facts I'm drunk and scary, brain can't relax She won't sleep, Her situation's dire Most of all she's a real bad liar
Psycho Debbie Qu'est-ce que c'est? Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far far better blog blog blog blog blog away Psycho Debbie Qu'est-ce que c'est? Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far far better Blog blog blog blog blog away
You start a conversation you can't even finish it. You're talkin' a lot, but you're not sayin' anything. When I have nothing to say, my lips are sealed. Say something once, why say it again?
Psycho Debbie, Qu'est-ce que c'est? Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far far better Blog blog blog blog blog away Psycho Debbie Qu'est-ce que c'est? Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far far better Blog blog blog blog blog away
Ce que j'ai fait ce soir-là, Ce qu'elle a dit ce soir-là Realisant mon espoir, Je me lance vers la gloire... Ok Debbie's vain drinks herself blind She hate people when they're always right Psycho Debbie, Qu'est-ce que c'est? Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far far better Blog blog blog blog blog away Psycho Debbie, Qu'est-ce que c'est? Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far far better Blog blog blog blog blogaway
Has Deb shown even the smallest sign that she is aware of what she is doing? I haven't watched as closely as others but she seems oblivious to everything.
Because I got totally pwned by dean04 and am too humiliated to respond...
I realy dont look at it like that. I guess I was way to harsh pointing out the obvious similarites between my actions hear and Beau DeLaBarre taking Epstein down a notch. In restrospect I guess the comparison realy cuts to the bone / hurtful. and that is my fault (sometimes I am to mean and have anger mgmt problems (working through))
Tim@econ.uo found my August 21 court date in the Lane County dockets on August 22 and posted it at the Jeffrey Todd Goldstein outpost telethonic site.
I find it interesting that Deb thinks that posting a link to a PUBLIC site that posts PUBLIC information is somehow a violation of her privacy and thus "stalking".
Debnition: stalking - posting, linking to or reporting on public information about Deb (like newspaper articles or court documents)
Way down yonder on the with a stinkie coochie Debbie lives with run down poochie She's got a laptop and a broken down shack The Universtiy said "Never come back"
With the blinds all closed on a friday night She threatened a child by the pale moonlight Talking bout suing and dreaming bout women Never had a plan just drinkin every minute Yeah way down yonder out in Liberal Eugene Never knew how much bail money she's going to need But she blogged about kids and she stalked her old Ex She writes like a moron and drinks Teh Vodka
I realy dont look at it like that. I guess I was way to harsh pointing out the obvious similarites between my actions hear and Beau DeLaBarre taking Epstein down a notch.
You know, my wife was saying that just now. She saw the exchange and asked, "Epstein-Barr?"
In restrospect I guess the comparison realy cuts to the bone / hurtful. and that is my fault (sometimes I am to mean and have anger mgmt problems (working through))
Buck up, little camper. We'll beat that slope. Together.
Just got back. You started another hose'alanche! I love the Sesame Street one.
Can Deb please just print out all her comments and bring them to that winebar? I'd love to see her version of that story. Where's Fred? He needs to press F4!
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Thanks for not sullying (bwahahah) the previous feel-good thread.
stalkers.r.us
Jeff G. and I both had prior records prior to our July 4-6, 2006 altercation @ protein wisdom. He'd been slapped by sadly, no. I'd been slapped by stephen bainbridge, freakonomics (steve levitt and steve dubner), don boudreaux@cafehayek, steve verdon and some neo-fascist site after i mocked the effeminate, homophilic, dumb as a doorknob university of nevada economics professor hans hoppe. I'd been banned by the sissitarian professor of eekonomics at george mason, the limp-lobed, eager beaver Bryan "I love to lick other economists' boots" Caplan.
Bottom line: We were both bad a** bloggers prior to our own private September 11 around July 4, 2006. I was a cyberstalker long before i set foot mouse in protein wisdom.
I definitely have some serious stalker tendencies in my psyche, that's for sure. i did not stalk my ex (the one in tooson with whom i worked in war$hington, deecee) but that is only because her office was right next to mine at the nerd supplemental funding agency and we lived in the same apartment building and it was not necessary to stalk her to see her all the time.
But my ex-ex is a different story. Serious stalking behavior, albeit one with a happier ending, at least in the short (10 year) term. When I met L, she was living with a UO prof out in the country. I ran into her at a party in Hendricks Park (right near where steve prefontaine crashed his car into a rock and died, come to think about it) a year or two after that and i said "are you guys still living in the country?" and she said " i am moving into town because we split up" and i heard "I want to marry you."
she told me she'd bought a house on 25th and Monroe. near flix and pix. At the time, I was living at 39th and Willamette and an avid biker (not like now, when I am a lazy blogger). So the day after the party in Hendricks Park (or maybe later that night, who knows), I rode my bike up and down Monroe and found the house with the sale pending sign.
Then, for the next few weeks, I'd ride by there whenever I had a chance and FINALLY one day, she was out in the yard when I rode by. I pretended to be surprised to run into her, I guess, although I did not pretend very seriously or long because I was so head over heels in love that it was not possible or worth trying to hide. One time (I cannot remember if it was this time or a second time - i kind of think it was a second time but i did not take notes.) I rode by her house after getting a copy of body heat at flix&pix and finegled a date chez elle right then and there to watch william and kathleen turner up the heat. the hurt would come much, much later.
I am a psychologist and I have to confess I am stumped how I can have a cognitive style of "stalker" - what would be the evolutionary advantage of that? - but it sure looks like that is an apt description of some basic feature of my mental landscape.
Tim, a.k.a. one-handed economist, is an economics major from the UO who has been cyberstalking me for about a year, for reasons that escape me. Tim@econ.uo found my August 21 court date in the Lane County dockets on August 22 and posted it at the Jeffrey Todd Goldstein outpost telethonic site. Tim is a scary, creepy, icky stalker. I would not mind filing an RO against Tim. What's his last name? Last known whereabouts? Anyone at the Oregon COMMENTATOR care to comment on Tim, the dismal quack scientist?
I think that boy is in tex-ass, but i ain't sure!
hat tip: denny crane for alerting me to the fact that tim the sicko uo econ major was the one who found and posted the info from the lane county dockets! u da man, dennee!
================================
If she really has a lawyer, and he's reading her stuff, his head must have exploded by now.
She could while away the hours
Thinkin they've no powers
Watching her life go down the drain
It's her crotch scratchin
While her cellie starts to packin
If Deb only had a brain
Her cash has started to dwindle
All the voices start to mingle
Her poetry causes pain
On Thursdays she starts drinkin
She's a victim's what she's thinkin
If Deb only had a brain
Oh, she, just fails to see
That she's a horrid bore
A freak like this we've never seen before
But then she drinks....and posts some more
Her lif's become a nothin
Her head's all full of stuffin
She won't get T.V. fame
What she spews is pure doo doo
She swears she will sue you
If Deb only had a brain
I'm sure L. is delighted to read this.
I'm sure L. is delighted to read this.
Life is sad, believe me Missy,
And you were born a sissy
You have no learning curve.
And you should change your habits,
Your brains the size of a rabbits
Soon you'll get what you deserve.
I'm afraid there's no denyin'
To yourself you have been lyin
A break you don't deserve.
Your life's become a big mess,
Soon you'll wear a big orange dress
When you get what you deserve
Oh, I'd be sure and hide, when the cops come to the door
You should promise not to target kids no more
You you aren't smart
You stupid whore
Though you drink Teh Vodka by the score
They won't let you drink no more
The bull dyke you will serve.
Put Teh Vodka in the freezer,
Practice how you're gonna please her
When Deb get's what she deserves
Just think the Scarecrow and COwardly Lion singing those songs.
I can't lurk anymore. You people fill my heart with joy. Funny, funny, funny, smart people!
Debbie Street
(Sung to the tune of "Baker Street," by Gerry Rafferty)
What do you see down on Debbie Street?
She's got teh vodka n' falls down on her feet,
Well another cray zee day
She'll swig Tuhrsday away,
n' forget if she posts something.
That sh*tty website made 'er feel so bold.
It had so many people but it had no troll,
And it's taking her so long
To find out she was wrong
When she thought she knew everything.
She used to think that it was so easy
She used to say that it was so
sleazy
But she's postin'
She's postin' now
Another slug and then she'll be passed out
Just one more shot and she'll be gone, no doubt
But she's trollin'
She's trollin' now...
Way down teh street there's a light in her place
She opens teh bottle, she's got that look on her face
And you ask 'er where she's surfed
You tell her she's a fiend,
And she'll never work anywhere.
She's got this dream to be Colbert's hag
She's gonna give up the booze
and the all-night jags
And then she'll settle down,
in an Arizona town,
And forget about everything.
But you know she'll always keep trollin'
You know she's never gonna stop trollin'
Cus she's drinkin'
She's the drunken' bum...
And when she wakes up it's a
new mornin'--
man in the can has got a new warrant--
She's goin'
She's off to jail.
p.s. teh!
Deb can't seem to face up to the facts
I'm drunk and scary, brain can't relax
She won't sleep, Her situation's dire
Most of all she's a real bad liar
Psycho Debbie
Qu'est-ce que c'est?
Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far far better
blog blog blog blog blog away
Psycho Debbie
Qu'est-ce que c'est?
Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far far better
Blog blog blog blog blog away
You start a conversation you can't even finish it.
You're talkin' a lot, but you're not sayin' anything.
When I have nothing to say, my lips are sealed.
Say something once, why say it again?
Psycho Debbie,
Qu'est-ce que c'est?
Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far far better
Blog blog blog blog blog away
Psycho Debbie
Qu'est-ce que c'est?
Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far far better
Blog blog blog blog blog away
Ce que j'ai fait ce soir-là, Ce qu'elle a dit ce soir-là
Realisant mon espoir,
Je me lance vers la gloire... Ok
Debbie's vain drinks herself blind
She hate people when they're always right
Psycho Debbie,
Qu'est-ce que c'est?
Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far far better
Blog blog blog blog blog away
Psycho Debbie,
Qu'est-ce que c'est?
Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far far better
Blog blog blog blog blogaway
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh...
Has Deb shown even the smallest sign that she is aware of what she is doing? I haven't watched as closely as others but she seems oblivious to everything.
Because I got totally pwned by dean04 and am too humiliated to respond...
I realy dont look at it like that. I guess I was way to harsh pointing out the obvious similarites between my actions hear and Beau DeLaBarre taking Epstein down a notch. In restrospect I guess the comparison realy cuts to the bone / hurtful. and that is my fault (sometimes I am to mean and have anger mgmt problems (working through))
DeanO4 will you plz hunker down and get busy getting Michael Moore elected Pope. Once that happens my life will be complete.
Tim@econ.uo found my August 21 court date in the Lane County dockets on August 22 and posted it at the Jeffrey Todd Goldstein outpost telethonic site.
I find it interesting that Deb thinks that posting a link to a PUBLIC site that posts PUBLIC information is somehow a violation of her privacy and thus "stalking".
Debnition: stalking - posting, linking to or reporting on public information about Deb (like newspaper articles or court documents)
You guys remember Sesame Street?
Another day
Deb's drinkin the day away
On her way to where the bull dykes rule
Can you tell her how to stop
How to get to Teh Crazee this week
Debbie's gay
Thinks targeting kid's ok
Her neighbors are scared
Afraid that she will greet...
Them out in the public street
Cause Debbie's really Teh Crazee this week
Her life's a crazy taxi ride
Doors now closed used to open wide
If you don't believe her she will sue
Drinkin Teh vodka warm
Such Insanity
Another day
Deb's drinkin the day away
On her way to where the bull dykes rule
Can you tell her how to stop
How to get to Teh Crazee this week
Can you tell her how to stop
How to get to Teh Crazee this week
How to get to Teh Crazee this week
How to get to...
Yoda~
Happy to provide cheer, I am.
:)
p.s. teh!
DeanO4 will you plz hunker down and get busy getting Michael Moore elected Pope.
I think he gave up that dream
Way down yonder on the with a stinkie coochie
Debbie lives with run down poochie
She's got a laptop and a broken down shack
The Universtiy said "Never come back"
With the blinds all closed on a friday night
She threatened a child by the pale moonlight
Talking bout suing and dreaming bout women
Never had a plan just drinkin every minute
Yeah way down yonder out in Liberal Eugene
Never knew how much bail money she's going to need
But she blogged about kids and she stalked her old Ex
She writes like a moron and drinks Teh Vodka
Hawk,
I've got a new post up. I disabled comments for it, but will post another thread right after.
Sweet post.
Serves two purposes really. A really awesome tribute to an awesome person who finally got what he deserved...
And the best Frisch bait I have seen in a long time.
God Bless
I realy dont look at it like that. I guess I was way to harsh pointing out the obvious similarites between my actions hear and Beau DeLaBarre taking Epstein down a notch.
You know, my wife was saying that just now. She saw the exchange and asked, "Epstein-Barr?"
In restrospect I guess the comparison realy cuts to the bone / hurtful. and that is my fault (sometimes I am to mean and have anger mgmt problems (working through))
Buck up, little camper. We'll beat that slope. Together.
Hose:
Just got back. You started another hose'alanche! I love the Sesame Street one.
Can Deb please just print out all her comments and bring them to that winebar? I'd love to see her version of that story. Where's Fred? He needs to press F4!
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