Thursday, February 19, 2009

Someone's Space Dot C'Mawn

The internet's a funny place, shore 'nuff.

You might recognize the photo on the right. Until recently I didn't, though I figured out who she was when watching the movie Charlie Wilson's War. More on that here in a mo'.

Being the kind of character I am -- those of you who think you might know me, no more need be said on that -- I occasionally get interesting requests for 'help' from acquaintances. In the latter stages of '08, one work-place acquaintance asked me to set up a page on one of those networking, immensely-popular web pages for people to post about themselves and meet others.

But not as or about myself: she wanted me to set up a page and impersonate a woman. Why? To see if I could help her draw out a lowlife from her past, and arrange to lead his lowlife self into the hands of authorities that were kind of looking for him back in her hometown in another state (none of which will be named, for obvious reasons). She wanted me to do it, in case he was capable of tracking an IP address, and didn't want him to track back to her.

Don't that beat all.

I was candid with her about the chances of success here: they were less than a progressive demanding a tax cut (the hypocrites just don't pay their taxes, as we've recently seen). But eh...she's a friend, and if I could help lead a lowlife, goat-smelling, egg-sucking moonbat of dubious antecedence to some justice, why not? So I set up the page on the particular site. Made up a name (based on her suggestion of what interested him), used a few of those Russian scamstress photos I have in overabundance, and made up a history for "her", including using some locations from my own past, like my own high school, but of a more recent vintage than when I attended.

I set it up in the late fall, and using the tools of the networking site, sent the cad (who had his own page on the site) an 'invite'. As I warned my friend, it was a long shot. And so it proved: no response from Mr. Lowlife since the page was set up.

But I must say, the emails and other 'hits' the faux page has drawn, have been amusing. Especially the most recent one.

In January, I got an email solicitation from someone on the West Coast, offering my 'character' money to either (a) send him 'her' high school yearbook for keeps or (b) a lesser amount to allow him to copy and return the yearbooks within a week or so. A strange request, to be sure, until I read further into the email. Seems that a currently somewhat-famous Hollywood actress attended the high school that my 'character' had, and graduated about the same time my 'character' did, and he was after all of the yearbooks that she -- the somewhat-famous Hollywood actress -- was in.

Don't that beat all.

It was kind of amusing to learn that I attended the same high school as a currently somewhat-famous Hollywood actress. Granted, I graduated when this somewhat-famous Hollywood actress was...1 year old. But eh...had I managed to milk my basic education a few extra years, I could have graduated with this somewhat-famous Hollywood actress, and had an actual yearbook with someone somewhat-famous in it, that someone else wanted to pay me money for. But I digress delusionally.

Anyway, he wanted to buy my character's yearbook(s), to get all he could on this somewhat-famous Hollywood actress. It was time to hit *delete* and move on. But for those of you who think you know me, you saw this coming.....*TOING*

I had my 'character' reply to this entremanure (or whatever he really was) thus:

Fella,
I don't know you. I don't know what your intentions are. But (somewhat-famous Hollywood actress) is my friend, and I will NOT exploit her for whatever your purposes are. I will not sell, rent, or anything else our memories, our friendship, and her trust.

It took a couple days, but the solicitor wasn't much impressed with my character's answer to his offer:

Your reply is ridiculous. Your friend has publicists who sell her image for money all the time. Exploit her? You're an idiot.

Don't that beat all.

Well, my character couldn't resist an "Oh, YEAH?" return salvo:

Hey Schmuck,

What my friend chooses to do with HER image -- let's be clear on that point, it's HER image, not yours, not mine, but HERS -- is up to HER. Not to some unknown, dubious moron like you. You want her yearbook images so bad, grow some cajones, write to her and ASK HER YOURSELF. And there's nothing idiotic about protecting a friend, except perhaps to you, which doesn't say much for you. But since you're not MY or HER friend, no biggie.

That drew a very short, two word retort, the kind that is indicative of a progressive losing an argument, and having nothing further to offer but the parting insult.

Game, set and match to my character.

Not that this somewhat-famous Hollywood actress will ever know of this exchange, let alone the step taken by a high school alum separated by 17 years to, er, "defend her honor", so to speak. Heck, she might have even chosen to gleefully send this clown her high school yearbooks herself. But that's between her and him, if he ever figures out how to contact and ask her.

At any rate...amongst the chaff and nonsense that clutters the pagewaves of a certain networking space dot com, there rests a profile. A profile of a woman. One with something of a Russian/Irish mix to her name, and a kind of sassy profile with suggestive, if not entirely provocative, pictures.

Don't bother writing to it ;-)

Mwhahahahahaha.

12 Comments:

Blogger Sandee said...

You lead such and interesting life. You really do. I love reading about your exploits.

Have a terrific day. :)

19 February, 2009 14:40  
Blogger Little Lamb said...

Your exploits are very interesting. I did go to a certain High School where a few famous people went. We never met, heck we probably weren't even in the same graduating class. But one of them knew the same, who was also a football coach as well as one of the attendance officers. I read it all on my own on his page at a certain networking website.

19 February, 2009 16:19  
Blogger Jack K. said...

I knew you were an honorable man.

Keep up your good works.

19 February, 2009 19:11  
Blogger Seane-Anna said...

Hilarious! You go, Skunky!

19 February, 2009 19:17  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Just found out about your blog from Seane Anna, and I have bookmarked you. Nice to see another blog by an honorable man. Keep up the great work

-Robert-

19 February, 2009 20:18  
Blogger h said...

That was long but pretty interesting. Still don't know who the hollyweird actress is.

20 February, 2009 12:20  
Blogger Herb said...

See, this is where you are just too honest. Well, I would be too, but a less than scrupulous person would have SOLD the yearbooks for a good price.

20 February, 2009 20:10  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Thank you for keeping my photos from the loser who wouldn't pony up 25.00 bucks 18 years ago to buy our school yearbook. My guess is he was so freaky not even his own mother wanted to be reminded of the wart she managed to keep alive through high school.
Besides, VH1 will do a "Stars when they were in High School" special next month and my Sr. high pic will be posted all over the TV and internet...
sigh-

:)

20 February, 2009 22:41  
Blogger Skunkfeathers said...

FCfS: well, we all gotta stand for somethin', and I stand for electrified chairs (ever try sittin' in one?).

;)

21 February, 2009 05:49  
Blogger gal artist said...

LOL Skunk, you is a good'n fer shore!!!

21 February, 2009 06:48  
Blogger Right Truth said...

That's a great story. Your a true gentleman Skunkfeathers.

On another note, hubby started a blog. Only God knows what that warped mind will write about. But if you want to check it out here's the link to Grouch at Right Truth:

http://grouchatrighttruth.blogspot.com/

Thanks and have a great weekend.

Debbie Hamilton
Right Truth

21 February, 2009 07:20  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hrmph. No one wants to buy my yearbooks. Doesn't an old country school count for anything?

bwahahahahaha

22 February, 2009 00:42  

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