The Looky-Loos

Vitai Lampada

Sunday, December 28, 2008

 

Okay ... I know ... I'm going to have to do a New Year's blog eventually, but I figured I'd steal "Six Happy Things" from Profoundly Inarticulate so ... I'll be doing that tomorrow ... or the next day. Perhaps I'll even put some thought into some New Year's resolutions. (har-de-har-har)

TODAY however, I'm going to tell you about my 'Chatroom Stalker'.

So, here's the story. After I graduated from High School, I had a bit of a decision to make. Should I go to a school that specialized in Performing Arts (I was a competitive dancer) or go to 'Business School'? I chose the latter, as it seemed the safer and more stable choice. In addition, I chose my father's Alma Mater (University of No Opportunity). YAY .... Off I go to College!!!

After the first year (I was still living with my parents while attending college), my parents decided I really needed the 'full college experience' ... which apparently meant living in a dorm and not in their house. So ... I went to Huskerville USA a mere 45 minutes away from home.

Apparently I was an EXTREMELY adventurous sort while attending this fine establishment (which likely explains why it took me 6 years to graduate from college) as my brother was in a fraternity and all my girlfriends were dating college dudes in OTHER frats. YAY ... Party every night. (And I did just that ... every night ... then promptly slept through classes the following days)

So apparently, a gentleman (we'll call him that for lack of a better term at the moment) made my accquaintance, and apparently also 'saw' my adventurous nature. (he he he)

Now, FIFTEEN years later (15 ... yes ... It's been 15 years since I've even been in the vacinity of this particular person) he stumbles across me in a Yahoo chat room. He briskly starts in on what an old, fat, drunken whore I am ...

WEE!!! So he's going on and on and on ... and finally someone in the room asks him ... why this is relevant ... FIFTEEN years later, and what his malfunction is about something that happened FIFTEEN years ago. (It's likely he's one of the FEW guys I sincerely just wouldn't give the time of day to)

So 'jerkface' sputters and spews about how it has affected my life. (Hmmm ... how would he know unless he's literally PHYSICALLY stalking me?) And he goes on and on about my 'unseemly' behavior ... again ... happening fifteen years ago. Everyone in the particular room I was chatting in immediately ignored him after that ... and he, of course, had to go make a new moniker to come right back in and start up again.

Jerkface did this several times (I submit he was looking for me online daily, but I don't chat daily) over a period of three weeks. Freaky freaky chat stalker. He lives in my town. I do hope he's got a wife and kids so he doesn't come a knockin' on my door (not that I ever open my door to a knock ... but still)

So that's my cyber-stalker story in all it's glory. Good times.

Next post ... Six Happy Things

ஜ~§Quote of the Day§~ஜ

Not a shred of evidence exists in favor of the idea that life is serious.
Brendan Gill

ஜ~§The Question Of The Day§~ஜ

Ah, Sunday, the day of rest. What's your favorite way to spend a Sunday morning? (It's kind of late in the day for this question, but I'm asking it all the same!!!)

ஜ~§The Word Of The Day§~ஜ

Inconnu

PRONUNCIATION:
(in-kuh-NOO)

MEANING:
noun:
1. A whitefish (Stenodus leucichthys) found in the arctic and subarctic. Also known as sheefish.
2. A stranger.

ETYMOLOGY:
From French, literally unknown. In 1789, explorer Alexander Mackenzie and his crew traveled the waterways of the Northwest territories in search of a Northwest passage. They came across an unknown fish and the French-Canadian voyageurs who were part of his crew called it inconnu.

USAGE:
"Seven charred bodies had been recovered from the house, none identified, all interred by the government. The incident was characterized as gang activity, `probably drug-related.' Mason winced at the words. The line had grown to be a bad joke around the mission, the explanation they almost always got whenever a group of inconnus turned up dead."

ஜ~§What I'm Reading§~ஜ

I've finished Tales of Beadle Bard and Salvation in Death. I just don't know what I'm going to read next. Currently, I'm rifling through 'The Bathroom Book' which is quite humorous!

ஜ~§What I'm Watching§~ஜ

Tonight is: More re-runs and I have some movies that I recorded. (Keep in mind, I don't even start watching my programs, when they're on, until at least 11:30pm)

ஜ~§Poem Of The Day§~ஜ

Vitaï Lampada

THERE'S a breathless hush in the Close to-night --
Ten to make and the match to win --
A bumping pitch and a blinding light,
An hour to play and the last man in.
And it's not for the sake of a ribboned coat,
Or the selfish hope of a season's fame,
But his Captain's hand on his shoulder smote
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"

The sand of the desert is sodden red, --
Red with the wreck of a square that broke; --
The Gatling's jammed and the colonel dead,
And the regiment blind with dust and smoke.
The river of death has brimmed his banks,
And England's far, and Honor a name,
But the voice of schoolboy rallies the ranks,
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"

This is the word that year by year
While in her place the School is set
Every one of her sons must hear,
And none that hears it dare forget.
This they all with a joyful mind
Bear through life like a torch in flame,
And falling fling to the host behind --
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"

Sir Henry Newbolt

ஜ~§Recipe of the Day§~ஜ

Sesame Asparagus

Ingredients:
1 bunch fresh asparagus, trimmed
1 tablespoon olive oil
2 tablespoons black sesame seeds, lightly toasted
kosher salt to taste

Preparation:
Fill a large saucepan with 1/2 inch of water and bring to a boil. Cook asparagus until tender-crisp, about 5 minutes. Drain, then rinse with cold water. Return pan to the stove over medium heat, pour in oil, and swirl around pan. Shake excess water off of the asparagus, and toss in oil with sesame seeds, and salt to reheat.
Yield: 4 servings


Brightest Blessings,

~S~


5 Things people say ...:

Profoundly Inarticulate said...

Ugh, what a creepy jerk! I certainly hope you don't ever run into him again. So strange that he has not been able to let go of 15-years-old gossip, WHICH WAS NEVER ANY OF HIS BUSINESS TO BEGIN WITH. Bizarre and creepy.

Irish Gumbo said...

SPS:
Sorry about the stalker. That's just wrong . So many wonderful things to do in life and he does that. Argh.

Other, pleasanter things:
Quote: Oh, I wish I had heard that sooner!
Question: A walk around a nearby lake, preferably with my daughter.
Word: I like 'sheefish'. Makes me think of sleek, fast and elusive.
Reading: If you like food, and you like reading (and I think you do), may I suggest some John Thorne? If you don't already have it, I highly recommend "Outlaw Cook" and "Serious Pig", two of his best, especially OC.
Watching: Have you been watching "Chuck" and "Fringe"?
Poem: Play up, indeed! To the pitch, lads!
Asparagus: Mmmm, looking forward to spring...

SweetPeaSurry said...

PI, he IS a creepy jerk, luckily I think he's moved on. (at least we hope so)

IG, you betcha I'll check out John Thorne, haven't read him yet ... but he'll go on the list!!! :)

High Desert Diva said...

What a freaky creepy guy. Bah!

Pam said...

I had a creepy guy in college too! He found me after college and started showing up at my apartment. I eventually moved away, but I never knew when he was going to show up.