Apr 18

Well, I Switched to Green After All

You may remember a while back, I wrote some posts about Ingress and a player that you would call less than honourable. I would link to it, but for some reason it seems to turn him on when he is called out on his harassment and just plain shitty behaviour. He has stalked this blog, and has tried to sabotage our business (I have his IP address), and has come right out in comms, asking me to write another blog post about him. He calls it his fan blog.

For that reason, I’m not mentioning him or linking to past posts. I wasn’t even going to write another post about him, but I have just finally had enough of it, so here we are.

It was not too bad for a little while. I had a couple of level 8 portals near me that took a couple of months to build up, but it was pretty good going. A couple of times greens would show up and use them, because they couldn’t get high level gear in town, as there were quite a few new blue players. They wouldn’t smash them, for one, because then they couldn’t use them again, and also because they didn’t want to waste their gear in the middle of nowhere.

That suited me fine. I was just happy that they didn’t smash the portals that I had spent so long on.

Until last weekend.

I saw the greens were out on a tour hitting portals on their way here, and after they had left, my fellow blue player flipped the blue portals to green and smashed them, leaving one resonator, so it couldn’t even be built up again.

I was done. I had had enough. I was embarrassed to be on the same team as them. (Him and his wife.) I just started to write out my letter to Niantic telling them that I was quitting the game, when I decided that I would just switch to green.

It made more sense, because I do enjoy playing, and I really like the local green players. They are much more of a team, and so far I have not seen any evidence of them cheating, so that’s a plus. I won’t be getting into the game very heavy, but every player in our town is blue, so at least this way I will have someone to play against. (Even if it’s just my wife, because she isn’t switching. Well, unless the harassment gets too bad with her too.)

I have him blocked, but apparently he has already stated that someone took a photo of me using her account the other night. I wasn’t, so I guess I will keep waiting to see that proof. The fact that he puts that into open comms, but then invites my wife out for faction events right afterwards, should point to the mental state that he is in.

Anyhow, I won’t bore you with the whole story, but suffice to say I am now a green player and had to start all over again. It was hard to get going, because they said it would take about six weeks to to do the switch and it was really only two days, so I lost all of the gear I was saving for my demotion.

I got this yesterday. Lots of glyph hacking and fielding.

Starting again was probably the best thing I have done in the game. Working my way up has been very rewarding and it has made me remember all of the things I loved about playing, plus I have walked thirteen kilometres in the last five days, so that will help burn some of the fat my doctor says I need to get rid of.

Obese, my ass!

Oh, and I guess I’m going to need one of these suckers soon. In case anyone was going to buy me a present. 😉

I have already had to head home early to recharge, and that sucks.

Well, that’s about it. I hope that keeping them blocked will make my gameplay stay fun, but you never know. All I can do is hope.

Birdman


Sep 13

Life Is Good. For Me.

Don’t you think?

Sure, sometimes things happen that make you get all mopey and shit, but all in all, I would say that I have been dealt a pretty decent hand.

I have a wife that I not only love, but like very much as well. My health is relatively good, I am usually employed, and I eat pretty well, as is evident by the shrinking pants episodes. Our soap is selling as fast as we can make it, two of the chickens are laying, and we were able to put enough worm compost in the gardens to completely rejuvenate the soil.

I did get laid off a few weeks ago, but as I was filling out my unemployment forms online, a company that I used to work for called to see if I was available, and they will work around my schedule, so that’s extremely helpful. We were also able to get out a couple of times on the quad, and down to Jasper for a little R&R this summer.

Like I said, it’s been pretty good for us.

Too bad it doesn’t go this well for everyone.

Some of you may remember a little spat that was going on in a game I play. I’m not going to link it, because the party involved seems to think that it is a fan page dedicated to him. Anyhow, after letting a few things slip about how they are keeping up with my blogs, I started to get a bit worried that maybe the line had been crossed from the game into personal life. I backed off of conversing in the game, as I should have done from the start, but by now there were more people harassing and abusing me in the game, so I decided to throw caution to the wind.

Bad choice on my part.

Yesterday, one or more of those players started leaving harassing comments on our business website. The first one I played off, as they left a crude, fake email address, and used one of the players from the other team as a user name.

I changed the email, and the name, but left the comment up, because I thought that it might have been a one off, and decided to have a bit of fun with it.

Another bad choice.

Today, I received three more comments with similar messages, falsified emails, and user names.

The three today were sent from the same IP address, which is a Telus address, but the one yesterday was from an Xplornet IP. Do I call the police with them, even though there has been no threats? Normally I would just duke it out on the battlefield, but I have a family now, and other people to worry about.

I have seen them personally attack others in the game, but as far as I knew, it was only in the game. Now it has become malicious in real life and is attempting to attack a part of our livelihood, and who knows what else.

I guess I should at least mention it to the RCMP, in case it escalates further and they can at least have a history of what’s been happening.

I should have just listened to my wife and ignored all of this, but how was I to know that an adult might have so little to do with their time, that this seems like a viable pastime?

Birdman

Apr 04

Santori 004 – I Guess It Was Too Quiet On Comms

I guess I should have put the initial post in, so people aren’t asking WTF they are reading. It’s HERE!

Yeah, from the look of it he got bored again. Don’t get me wrong, he’s been yapping away on it, but other than falsely accusing the greens of cheating and having no social life, or trying to get the new blue players to personally meet with him, it hasn’t gotten out of hand. I just decided not to bother with it, because why stir the pot?

Pretty hard to say, either way, because there's no way to know unless you're there.

Pretty hard to say, either way, because there’s no way to know unless you’re there.

I say he was falsely accusing, because I checked into it, and I saw no proof of cheating. When I see some proof, then I will change my stance.

Anyhow, I got up and emptied the extras out of my MUFGs this morning and saw this in the comms, so I figured I should live up to my word, plus I can try out my product placement links for cool Ingress gear.

Okay, And here I thought we were going to quit all this name calling and bitterness.

Okay, And here I thought we were going to quit all this name calling and bitterness.

Now, I think I have an idea about what this might be about. Remember a few minutes ago when I said that I looked into the alleged cheating? I figure it might have to do with this exchange in the cross faction Google Hangout.

Leave me alone. I'm not the graphic design part of the family.

Leave me alone. I’m not the graphic design part of the family.

I guess I could have been more vague in my response to his question, but I do try to make honesty the best policy. I’m not perfect in that regard, but I do try to not lie, without telling everything I know.

Perhaps I should have worded it like this:

“SUCK IT, YOU FILTHY FROG” or maybe, “It’s really none of your business why I wanted to know your physical whereabouts. I have my reasons, and that is enough for me to ask you personal questions.”

I don’t know. The fact is that I have no loyalty to SANT0RI, so whatever. I didn’t name him, or where I saw it. I used the word “circles” to imply it was in Google+, which it wasn’t, so take that how you will. I don’t really care.

It gave me something to blog about on this rainy day, so I guess I should thank him for that. I will definitely thank him if this post turns out a few sales. I know how Ingress folks like their power banks. 🙂

Birdman (NorthernRadar)

P.S. I guess I should mention to SANT0RI that I can’t see what he writes on Google+, because he has me blocked. If you want me to see anything, write it in the actual blog comments. Or in comms, because then I will get to make another post and give myself another distraction from building a new worm bin.


May 05

Furry Fandom?

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So I went back and read the old post, How To Properly Shag A Sheep today. I still get a kick out of it, and the fact that roughly thirty people a day, every day read that post.

It’s the sole reason that some ad companies keep sending me emails. I hadn’t written in a year, but still consistently got over a thousand hits a month from all sorts of people.

Sadly, a lot of them got there by searching for phrases like, but not limited to:

  • how to fuck sheep
  • can man fuck sheep
  • sheep vagina
  • sex with sheep

When I got to the end of the post, I noticed a bunch of comments that I hadn’t seen before. One of them, I found kind of odd and disturbing.

kobidobi

Needless to say, I responded in anger at someone who is into zoophilia calling me wicked for being froward.1)adjective 1. (of a person) difficult to deal with; contrary. *I had to look it up.* I’m still trying to figure out what any of this has to do with the Lannisters.

So anyhow, I was on this pinhead’s profile and saw a bunch of posts and videos about people dressed as stuffed animals, and while I stared at the sheer volume of them, Mrs. B came to kiss me good night. I asked her to look at it and she said, “Yeah, they’re furries. It’s a real thing.”

I, of course, had to look into it. It’s real, with conventions and everything else. People have costumes that can cost more than $10000 and some of them have sex with the costumes on. Crazy, huh? I mean, I could understand it if they were Wookies or Storm Troopers, because everybody does that. Right?

Of course I’m kidding. I don’t care who you choose to have sex with, as long as they are into it too. Dress up as Toto, and have your partner be Dorothy for all I care. Hump the living shit out of her leg and leave a stain on the ruby slippers. Fly your freak flag high and proud, I say.

Do not have sex with real animals.

I know, I shouldn’t have to tell you that, but obviously it needs to be said. Go and look at the thread with the idiot and I. He seems to think that it’s okay to have sex with whatever you want, which brings me back to the furries.

the survey was replicated in 2008, and it found 17% of respondents reported zoophilia. The older lower results, which are even lower than estimated in the general population, were due to the methodology of questioning respondents face-to-face which led to social desirability bias.

That’s from the Furry Fandom Wikipedia page.

What the fuck is wrong with people? I know that Blue loves me more than probably anything2)with the exception of eating garbage and smelling things, but I’m certain that he does not want me to fuck him.

I’m absolutely sure of it.

I’ve had lots of female dogs over the years, and many had been in heat, but not once did any of them lift her tail and puff up her vagina to lure me in. Not one time.

Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t fuck her even if she was asking for it in concise English. I am not into it, but that’s just me. Call me a prude.

This kobidobidog seems to be okay with it though. Unless he’s a troll, but I don’t think so. There’s too much evidence of him being really into it.

So there it is. I’m going to let the dog out for a pee, and go curl up with my sweet mama. She’s been waiting for several hours.

Word to your moms,

Birdman

Awesome footnotes   [ + ]

1. adjective 1. (of a person) difficult to deal with; contrary. *I had to look it up.*
2. with the exception of eating garbage and smelling things
Apr 08

I Love That Boy

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Relax, I’m talking about my dog Blue.

Something I’ve been thinking about for a while now, is how he occasionally gets this worried look on his adorable face when I approach him. It’s not a frightened look, per se, but more like a “I hope the beating doesn’t hurt too bad.” kind of look. Oh, and he just stands there, not looking at me.

Sometimes he thinks he's a real boy.

Sometimes he thinks he’s a real boy. This isn’t the look.

When the hugging, playing, or whatever we’re doing starts, he takes a moment to compose himself, and I wonder what happened to him in his earlier years to make him like that.

Does it have something to do with why he doesn’t like beer bottles, fireworks, or handguns? I would imagine it does.

He is from North Carolina, after all.

I know he trusts me, because he shows me that every day, but that look always makes me feel bad for him. It’s just one of those pity feelings, like the feeling you get when someone you know gets hurt and never fully recovers.

Yeah, you’re happy that they are alive, but you can’t help wishing that you could go back in time and stop something from happening.

Mrs. Birdman assures me that he has a great life now, and that he appreciates and loves how well he has it. I think it’s true. I do know that it’s better than the gas chamber he was headed for, but I still get those pangs of sadness for him. I still feel like even though he’s gained a life; somewhere, sometime, he’s lost one. I hope he gets it back.

Don't worry boy. I won't tell your mom that your stinky, slimy toy touched her pillow.

Don’t worry boy. I won’t tell your mom that your stinky, slimy toy touched her pillow.

So yeah, at some point he was mistreated, but he’s resilient, as dogs usually are, and he keeps on living his life of protecting his yard from vermin, or occasionally climbing the stepstool to lick the butter.

Only a couple of licks. He doesn’t want to get the squirts.

I can’t stress enough for people to rescue an animal instead of buying a from a puppy mill pet store, or backyard breeder. If you’re not sure how to tell, please do your research. Every time that you support one of these despicable markets, another abused animal is forced to breed and birth a handful of puppies. I’m not going to show the pictures, but believe me, they’re out there.

I can honestly say that I don’t know what I’d do without our boy, because he has helped me through a lot of my darkness. It’s like he can feel it when it’s time to stop playing and just get hugged. I don’t know how many times that I’ve been sitting at the computer and just had the urge to go in and lay down with him on the bed, but every single time, he snuggles right in and makes me smile.

Did I mention that he was a shedder?

Did I mention that he was a shedder?

Smiling is always good.

Anyhow, I guess it’s fight time, so I had better get what’s left of the squeaky toy and get in there. The fights can’t start without me.

Properly, I mean.

Inside the fire’s burnin me, in my mind you just keep turnin me, every which but loose,

Birdman

P.S. I was going to put the lyrics for that song in the horrible Sarah MacLachlan commercial, but decided that it wasn’t going to help me win the fight with the boy, so I went with something a little more scrappy.

The movie, not the song. Right turn, Clyde.

P.S.S. There are a lot of great pet rescues out there, so look one up in your area. Maybe you can’t take a dog right now, but most of them would probably love some help walking, feeding, and generally being there for the animals that are already in the shelter. Donations are always welcome as well, because these places aren’t cheap to run.

We got Blue from a lady named Miranda near Norwood, ON. You can find her at Save My Tail or on their Facebook page.