In Which Don Juan Discovers That Karma is a Bitch
Well, Michael Rudra Nath (aka Jason Christopher Hughes) has had his traditional Christmas tantrum again this year, culminating in an attempt to set up a bogus ID on Facebook in my name and send several messages from it to folks on my friends list. Several dozen people reported it as an impersonation in short order, and it got taken down, but not before I had some of the more interesting messages forwarded to me.
According to Mephistopheles Kangaroo, thanks to his exploits being documented here and on the Extinct Marsupial Appreciation Society web site, he claims that he can’t get a job! He’s “unemployable”!
Poor thing. I’m sure I can’t claim all the credit for that. I wonder whether he knows about California’s tough new online impersonation law, the one that just went into effect… I suspect not.
Like I keep saying, insanity is its own reward. Funny how all of the efforts that Lunky and his cohorts have made to keep me from working have had the effect of keeping them from working. Funny Thing.
Monthly Summary
Monthly Earnings: $9,746.30 (992)
Daily Average: $314.40 (32.00)
Item Average: $9.82
Venue Earnings Breakdown
Venue % of Total Total
ABEbooks.com 7.8% $757.40 (65)
Alibris 18.8% $1,835.69 (216)
Amazon.com 73.4% $7,153.21 (711)
Total Earnings: $9,746.30
soooooo…. I made over 10k last month, and your old, worthless UNEMPLOYED and ahem unemployable ass made NOTHING, old man.
time to retire and sup from the Methodist collection plate, an odd fate perhaps? for an old Satanist like you.
you are never, ever going to work in high tech again, not at your age, gramps, and not with your record of failed projects…to say the least of your dismal reputation in FOSS as a concern troll and astroturfer and patent troll.
you are over. ready for the fork, mr. cannibal?
Uh huh. The lady doth protest too much, methinks. Good luck with that new name change, sucker.
of course, you do have your dildo shop revenues to fall back on, in addition to Methodist Church money…
No need for concern on your part, certainly: I seem to have managed to upgrade my video equipment last month and get the studio lighting I need to get my work done here last week, so clearly, the money’s coming from someplace.
I am, in fact, “working in high tech” at the moment, both doing well and having quite a lot of fun at it. In somewhat related news, I spent several hours discussing an NSF research proposal with someone from U. Wisc. last week, and I’ve been asked to do a column for a publication in the UK yesterday being put together by a regular contributor to Wired UK. If you must know.
The lights remain on, food continues to appear in the fridge, and life is actually quite pleasant. I don’t see that changing for the worse anytime in the foreseeable future. Christmas wasn’t cancelled around here, sorry to disappoint.
More than you can say, whatever you care to claim. I’m not the one sending whiny letters about my inability to get a job thanks to my unemployability. Nor am I the one who’s spent the holidays in further attempts at criminal harassment of both myself and Rachel Haywire, and who knows who else. (We’re pretty well used to you going even nuttier than usual around Christmas. Clearly, you took getting coal and twigs in your stocking when you were five very badly.)
Remember how Rita Mae Brown defined “insanity”? “Doing the same thing, over and over, expectiing a different result.” And here you are, doing precisely the same thing you attempted—completely pointlessly and even counter-productively to your own “goals”, such as they are—not even a year ago, clearly hoping that (somehow) you won’t come off as a complete mental case, like you have every other time you’ve tried this. And you’re not off to a very good start.
So, knock yourself out, pudgy. You always were good for a schadenfreude-filled laugh.
you are in for QUITE a surprise this year, Gramps… and you won’t be liken it one little bit…
Uh huh. That’s what you said last year, actually. And the year before. Not to mention the year before that.
Like I keep asking, all you have to do is tell me which police department you want me to turn myself in at so you can press charges. I’ll fly there on my own dime, once I’ve verified that you’ve made a complaint against me.
Your move, Chuckles.