
This one always makes me laugh, since this is really all MySpace is good for....
Just call me old fashioned,
but I hate most of the new technology… Samuel L. Jackson, portraying Gin Rummy had it right with Nigger technology. But, I am a man of principles and when I am wrong, I have to admit it. MySpace could have saved a life.
Let me explain…
One of the many guilty pleasures that I have is that I like to read Craigslist Best of… it is one of the online technologies that actually work to make life easier and fun…
(Note… I am not the Steve here, because if I was and my boy sent me a stank picture of a dump I would be mad.)
Date: 2009-02-02, 10:34PM CST
This Letter of Apology is not only for the staff at the Best Buy #305 in Schaumburg, Illinois, but also to the gentleman in the middle stall in the men’s restroom at about 5:17 CST on Saturday, January 31st. You had been in there for awhile, so this Letter of Apology is as much for you. Please let me expand…
I recently finished reading The Chris Farley Show (I strongly recommend this book for everyone) and have been wanting to buy SNL’s Best of Chris Farley. After my fiancee’s grandmother’s 90th birthday party in the northwest suburbs (very lovely gathering, by the way) Saturday late afternoon/early evening, I decide to stop by and buy it. Right away, I find the last one on the shelf as my fiancée is looking for other “bargains,” and I pass it to her when I realize my stomach is rumbling. I decide to take a trip to the men’s room in search of a better life for myself. That’s when complications began to arise.
As I walk towards the men’s room, a mother is telling her son “it’s okay, use the bathroom, I’ll be right here” or something like that. I remember being that age (about 7-9) and public bathrooms were not your friend. I walk in just behind the little boy and see him glance at the urinal for a brief second – and then he walks to the rear stall. DAMMIT!! The middle stall is taken, and I think pooping in a urinal on a Saturday afternoon is a felony in most states. I sigh, leave, and take a couple of more (fast) laps around all of the movies and Wii games.
I return to the restroom about four minutes and ten seconds later, and the rear stall is now open. PAYDIRT!!! The middle stall is still occupied by the same dude as before (I can tell by seeing the same shoes and pants on the floor underneath the door). I actually think to myself, “that sucks, poor guy.” After wiping the toilet seat, I sit down and take a refreshing and cleansing poo. Things are looking up in life again.
I go to flush the toilet and sneer at how ugly it looks in there. It’s bad. Really bad. It is actually too gross for me to follow-through on taking a picture of it and texting it to my friend Steve.
Anyway, here is where things went awry. Very. I flush the toilet. Bubble. Bubbling. Rumbling. Uh-oh. The water rises a little. Please go down. Please. The water rises a little more. Nervousness settles in. Quickly. Shit. Dammit. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Stop the water. Industrial toilet. It’s not an option. WTF. Shit. Please go down. Water still rising. Not going down. Really bad. 1” to go. Fuck Fuck Fuck. Please just stop. 1/2” left. Time to think of an exit strategy. Water overflows. Well, I guess you can call it water, but it doesn’t really look like water anymore. And, I just remember about the poor guy in the middle stall. Stay calm. And get out of there. Now.
“Watch your feet, dude, I’ll get somebody quick.” I said it as calm as I possibly could.
I almost immediately find a Best Buy employee: “I just wanted you to know that a toilet is overflowing in the men’s restroom, and you’re going to want to get somebody in there quick.”
I find my fiancée almost immediately. I walk very (very) fast towards her. “Can you get the movies? I’ll get the car.” She knows something is wrong. Very wrong. I guess I won’t argue with her buying Forgetting Sarah Marshall, then. I go to the car and circle around the parking lot for about eight minutes. I am hoping that the guy from the middle stall isn’t scouring the parking lot yet for the guy with brown hair in the black pullover and dark green vest. My fiancée walks out, she jumps in, and I speed away as fast as a 5 MPH speed limit in a parking lot permits.
So, please accept my apology, the guy in the middle stall, and also the fine employees at the Best Buy #305. I sincerely apologize for any heartache, headaches, and pain I may have caused you. And for ruining your weekend. Every time I watch Forgetting Sarah Marshall with my lovely soon-to-be wife, a special cloud of guilt will hang over my head for you.
Sincerely,
Anonymous.
Now, that is the definition of hilarity. Who hasn’t been in that position once on our lives? The fact that is was in a public bathroom is funnier and knowing that an innocent is harmed makes me laugh especially since I was not the one in the middle stall..poor kid.
Which gets me to MySpace. This is a type of technology that Ed Wuncler the III would love. There is a new revolution that is moving the field of play from the bars and clubs to the internet and social networking. The revolution is the development of MySpace pimping. Yes, MySpace pimping. Men and women around the globe are using this networking site to find people to hook up with and have meaningless sex with. I have a friend (who will remain nameless) , but for fun lets call him Teve Torbes (if you have seen this classic SNL from 96) or Mr. Strapped (which is a separate funny story that if you ask for, I will tell) who flew to Guatemala to hook with a woman. Long story short, it went well, until she dumped him via email.
So, I think that pimping MySpace was hot, but now has fallen behind Facebook and Craigslist. One reason why I think that they fell behind is that on CL, you can choose a category that you like and browse the ads until you find something compatible.
As much as I rail against the social networking fad as a whole, here is one time going to someone’s MySpace or Facebook would be a good thing. While this is no different than meeting up with someone in a bar, the MySpace can give information about someone that you would want to have before jumping into the sack.
The troubled teenager accused of stabbing WABC newsman George Weber during drug-fueled rough sex is a 16-year-old Satan-loving sadomasochist with a knife fetish.
Take a second to digest that sentence. (While I took journalism in college, I really didn’t pay it much mind to the detriment of the readers…my bad. next lifetime, I will pay attention in class) This really captures, who,what, not so much when, where and why. This is the Pulitzer of opening sentences. It has me wanting to learn more.
John Katehis, who is just 16 and lives in East Elmhurst, Queens, posted pictures of himself on MySpace.com with various blades – including one he held against his neck. He also issued a chilling warning.
“If you disrespect me then I will f—–g break your neck,” he wrote.

I LIKE OLDER MEN FOR ROUGH S/M SEX! That is what his MySpace page should have read...because what if I didn't find him on CL...the name of the game is diversify...
On his site, Katehis called himself “Extremist, an Anarchist, a Sadomasochist” and said he enjoys “long conversations, drinking, bike riding, hanging out.”
That probably got the victim in a great mood. hey, I have found someone who like long conversations and drinking. What guy doesn’t like to hang out?
The teen also listed more sinister hobbies like “roof hopping, hanging off trains” and claimed be into extremely violent video games.
“I am a very easy person to talk to,” he wrote. “I like to do crazy and wild things … I’m always looking for a big thrill.
You have to admit, having sex with A FREAKING MINOR is something that someone would consider wild and crazy, especially if you are putting your LIFE AND FREEDOM and MONEY at risk. If the victim had just read Badbadteacher.com, he might have avoided this entire situation.

I am smiliing here, but dead now because I like freaky sex with minors
Katehis was on the run in upstate Middletown, when cops picked him up just after midnight. He admitted answering an ad Weber placed on the Internet looking for a partner in rough sex, police and law enforcements sources said.
“He saw the victim’s ad looking for violent sex and said, ‘I can smother somebody for $60,’ but it got out of hand,” a source said.
Let me add a little more details to the story. The NY Daily News is providing the rated PG version, let me spice it up for the readers…
The Post article said that an anonymous source revealed the two had met through a Craigslist ad for violent sex that Weber had posted, and added that Katehis had a girlfriend.

I am going to have to say “shenanigans” on this claim. The guy is having sex with other guys. now clearly that doesn’t prevent him from being bi-sexual. But, it seems fishy to me that he would have time to have a girlfriend, have gay sex for money and keep up an extensive knife collection…
The article said that Weber and Katehis had struck an agreement of sex for pay, with Weber offering a price of $60. Now, 60 dollars can’t even pay for one of the violent video games that Katehis likes. The games are 60 dollars PLUS TAX. So, he would still come up a little short. Dude should have definitely asked for more money. While I wouldn’t pay people to beat on me, some people pay a lot for that service.
According to the suspect, Weber ingested alcohol and cocaine before producing a knife, evidently as part of the rough sex scenario. Katehis said that he then seized the knife and attacked the newsman, the article reported.
Death is nothing to laugh at…but I will. Only a little bit, and only to say that why am I not shocked that the dude had coke? I am shocked that he didnt have some X or some MDMA (which are basically the same, but I wouldn’t know, since I have never done either) He got all coked up and liquored up and things went south. That is why violence has no place with sex. Lets start a campaign to keep them apart. I don’t care if that is “your thing” but for once, I am calling you twisted. Consensual gay sex is fine, since it is with two consenting ADULTS (lets put that in emphasis) but the violence that you are working out in S and M because you didn’t get enough hugs growing up is wrong.
Weber’s body was found two days later, naked from the waist down and with his ankles duct taped together, according to media sources. Water had been left running in the bathtub and the sink. Police speculated that the suspect washed up before leaving the premises, neglecting to turn off the taps before he exited.
Didn’t dude know that some of us in the US are facing severe water shortages? Now, I applaud his cleanliness and wanting to clean up after sex and murder, but please, turn off the water and limit your shower to five minutes to conserve one of our most precious resources.
The killing was bloody, according to media sources, with blood found on the walls of the apartment. The suspect’s blood was also found at the scene, according to investigators. This is a reason to stick to the bars, although hilarity and hijinx like this can happen as well… Here is another sample of the Best of Craigslist
You thought I was hot… till you found out I wasn’t a dyke!! – m4w
Date: 2009-01-26, 8:52PM PST
We were both out with our friends Saturday nite, having a good time dancing, drinking, scoping out the honeys, you know how we do! After we danced for a bit, you came right up to me with that look in your eye and I couldn’t resist…we made out long enough to make the bad music worth it. You even handed your drink to your friend mid-kiss so you could focus all your energy on me! How hot is that??
Never mind that we were at Rebel Girl, the Rickshaw Stop’s once-a-month Lesbian/Grrl/Dyke-centric sweaty dancehall extravanganza, and I was one of maybe twenty dudes in a whole sea of queer female hotness…never mind that you thought I was a tall, thin GIRL, and didn’t realize I wasn’t, until twenty minutes AFTER we were done swapping spit. (That was *hella* hot by the way…all witnesses agree you’re quite gifted)
I thought you were charming in spite of your inability to accurately gauge my gender. I’m sorry I ended up being male-bodied, and straight, but nonetheless I’d like to see you again. Maybe next month? I only go when my lesbian friends invite me, but they’re giving you their official thumbs up. And I think your smile’s lovely. So there.
I was the tall blonde British lad in the button-up shirt. You were the slightly inebriated lass who knows who she is. If you’d like to try for a repeat as much as I do, by all means don’t waste any time..I’d love to dance with you again.
Now that is classy…but, back to our story.
The teen admitted he stabbed Weber, but couldn’t remember how many times because he “blanked out” during the assault. He was in custody Wednesday at Brooklyn’s 76th Precinct.
Cops found the suspect by combing through Weber’s e-mail and Web browser history and tracking calls he made from his cell phone, sources said.
The internet is not a place to hide. Cell phones can be traced. Why do you think that criminals today use disposable phones? So that they can’t be tracked…
The two met in Brooklyn early Friday evening and then returned to the newsman’s Carroll Gardens brownstone apartment under the premise of engaging in sadomasochistic acts, sources said.
Weber, 47, whose ankles were bound with duct tape, was stabbed repeatedly in a frenzied attack that sprayed the walls with blood.
Weber had been writing a neighborhood blog and was freelancing for ABC’s national radio network after he was laid off from his job doing local news on WABC morning radio. His body was found Sunday morning.
“We are devastated by the loss of George – Jordy to us,” the veteran newsman’s family said in a statement Tuesday. “He was truly a caring person who loved and was loved by all he met.
“Jordy loved New York and its people, particularly his Carroll Gardens neighborhood. The outpouring of support by his friends and neighbors is a blessing to us and a testimony to his character.”
A memorial service is in the works, but arrangements have not been finalized, the family said.
How do you really have a decent memorial service for George? Every one that is there knows what went down. how can you be respectful, when you are thinking about his freaky lifestyle? I know that if I went, I couldn’t help but to think that George (assuming that I knew him of course, which I don’t) allowed some young kid to stab him up because he was on the lookout for some freaky sex. then I would think or wonder where did George get the cocaine from and how good was his conenctions?
Finally, I would think that George was a MySpace whore and that would be a central theme…

This is also not acceptable, but more acceptable than GaySlay. Chains, maybe, knives NO WAY!