I remember this scene in one of my favorite B-Movies, Hackers where all these hackers from all over the world connect together and hack the gibson super computer at the end of the movie. I loved that idea of all these people from all over the world coming together for this one moment when they could stop an evil corporation. The idea of being connected with people all over the world with one mission in mind is great. Finding communities where people from all across the world can come together and it doesn’t matter what nationality/race you are as long as you have something in common. Then you get these creeps from across the world who now have insight into your life and it makes you rethink everything you’re doing.
I posted a video yesterday about the cinnamon challenge. I still stand by my convictions that it’s ridiculous and stupid for some one to do that awful “challenge” and that it’s only a matter of time before some one dies from it. I got a response from a youtuber who’s popped up a few times on videos I’ve made to comment and stuff his opinion into my face. Yesterday he went off on me calling me a hypocrite because I drink alcohol and therefore shouldn’t tell people what they should and shouldn’t do. Then it got weird…
Clearly this user wasn’t understanding the cinnamon challenge and how it works, how it puts kids in the hospital and has caused a lot of severe problems for people. Yes there are some people who can do the cinnamon challenge with no problem and good for them. Then there are those who cough, air ways swell shut and they nearly die. They get scared, have panic attacks and the people around them start laughing and hollering not realizing this person is in danger. Now kids are doing it and of course they get scared, make bad decisions, don’t call 911 when they should (that’s 999 for you people in the UK… oh wait I mean 0118 999 881 999 119 725…..3).
But then it got even stranger. My friend Poppy Kwee Kwee came in to comment as well. She made valid points and this guy just blew past them. Then of course he got called a moron for being moronic. He should have left it alone. He lost the argument (though he didn’t know it) and then proceeded to go away for a whole day. When he comes back though he seeks out her page and starts to attack her mental health and says that she’ll be lower class her entire life if she doesn’t get that taken care of.
Here’s what I’ve gathered after looking at this guy a bit and I didn’t know any of this until after the debate because he doesn’t post under his real name. He’s Egyptian and I believe from his comments on other channels he could be Muslim which would explain why he’s attacking my drinking of alcohol. He’s followed me on Spill.com which is a site I used to post on and he has for YEARS. He’s kind of been a stalker I guess because he remembers moments that I barely remember like when I was on a podcast that Spill.com does called A Couple of Cold Ones. He also brought up food I purchased at Costco that I talked about on The72Pins.
This guy has a steel trap and it’s for USELESS SHIT. He knows entirely too much about me and now he’s attacking my friends on their channels and their mental health.
Here’s the thing. He’s so wrapped up in idea of a class system and being upper class and how you present yourself that he attacks people who act differently, artistically or speak their minds and now he thinks that my friend, Poppy, who is a little strange to be sure, is lower class because of how she presents herself. He couldn’t be more wrong or out of line. He told her she needs psychological help. This is coming from the guy who stalks people online and then proceeds to judge them hypocritically while trying to remain anonymous. AWESOME JOB DUDE.
When you find out your best friend’s dad is moving to the bay area so you’ll be able to see her when she visits. I am so excited for the future for this very reason. I can finally truly spend time with a friend who I adore, love to no end and share everything with. Some one who inspires me to not just be a better person but a better writer.
<3 to Poppy Kwee Kwee
I wish I had seen what I just saw earlier to save myself from the 4am text monster. My good friend Grapesoda wanted to know who this girl I wrote about was. I told her the name and she looked her up on facebook. Sure enough there she is writing allt he same shit she wrote to me. The day after Christmas she’s talking about how much her life sucks and how she needs to get her own place. Well ok? Do that then. Then today I find out she’s been that way for months.
Going all the way back on her facebook page to the middle of september it’s nothing but how much life sucks, and how she wants to get drunk on different nights and it’s all from 1am, 2am, 4am. This girl is a college student, works a job but is up at 4am complaining about the world? You should be sleeping. What kind of crazy person is she?
Then I tell my good friend Poppy Kwee Kwee about the girl and she reads and wants this gir’s OKC account name. I hand it over and we talk about it. Frankly I wish I’d never responded to her. Just because some one is a 6 and says hello doesn’t mean I have to respond right?
In my previous blog post I mentioned Lizz and how fantastic I think she is. Yes she is also known as Poppy Kwee Kwee and Hermione Danger… but that’s not the point. Poppy has been a rock for me. I know when I’m in need of a shoulder to cry on, an ear to listen or a mouth to give me advice, Poppy is there. Though she’s young she is wise beyond her years and not in some bullshit way that is as stereotypical as that sounds. In a true and pure way, Lizz is old in mind and spirit. She’s a child of the 80s who never existed then. She’s a whovian, a Cure addict, an anglophile of the highest order and a complete goon. I love her dearly.
A while back Poppy asked me to write about her. I was in a relationship and the high praise of all sorts coming from me wouldn’t have been appropriate at all. She’s everything you’d want in a friend, partner, lover or even an enemy. As a friend she’s loyal, as a lover she’s giving and as an enemy she’s forgiving. I can’t count the amount of chances she’s given me after screwing up nor do I want to try. She truly understands that the human condition is that we’re all flawed. It’s part of what it means to be human. Lizz knows that as much as anyone.
In the past year Lizz has lived in NYC where her tall 6’ frame has been paraded around the streets by a pair of long legs usually propped up even further on ridiculous heels, a mini-skirt in the winter and coat that looks like it was pulled out of an early to mid-90’s music video. Something with animal print, leather and fur trim. It’s tacky yet hip and Lizz pulls it off gracefully. Queen of rats, owner of cats and a student studying? God only knows what, but it really doesn’t matter. She’s the embodiment of young NYC college student doing what she wants. Poppy loves comics, holds batman in high regard along with the Jedi code and her best lover is a sonic screwdriver.
The fact is… Poppy Kwee Kwee can’t be beat. She’s the greatest thing on two legs running.
Chances are I will write about you at some time. That’s a part of a post that I meant to talk about yesterday. I wrote about my ex and how she called me a monster for the way I acted. She also decided to attack how I call myself a child in a man’s body. What’s funny is that she had a huge fear that I would one day leave her and get back with my ex Liz, aka Poppy Kwee Kwee. I explained that there was no way in hell that would ever happen… Then in drunken stupor Lizz decided to call me.
What made that phone call better than anything in the world was that Lizz actually told me how in love with me she was and how I was the one she always wanted. Take in mind that this was while my at the time gf was visiting from out of town and was going to be in town for another few days. There’s more to what Lizz was going through that phone call and Lizz is now 100% clean and sober and doesn’t do these kinds of things. BUT at the time it sent me into a whirlwind of emotions.
Do I love Lizz still? Of course I do. She’s amazing. Honestly, she’s one of my all time favorite people ever. We talk every day, we have nicknames for each other, we fight and always come back to our friendship because we understand each other. She’s the best girlfriend I had over the past five years and even though our relationship was short, I adore her… but I pushed through this aggressive attack at my emotions and stayed true to my at the time girlfriend. I got off the phone with Lizz and everything was fine.
Well everything would have been fine anyway. Lizz doesn’t even remember the event as she was in a black out drunk state after an incident involving an ass hole, her emotions and alcohol. It was by no means a way to restart a relationship even if I had kicked out my at the time girlfriend right the hell out my front door.
But that was all a tangent and wasn’t the main point of this blog. The main point of this blog is that if I know you, date you, hang out with you, talk to you, then I’ll write about you. I guess I have to say that now. Hundreds of videos blogs, hundreds of personal entries on my previous blog and facebook weren’t enough for my ex. She was surprised that I’d have written about her at all. Suddenly when I tell you my life is an open book you don’t understand that I mean it? I literally am writing down my life page by page. Now do you really want to read it?