A couple of months ago, I noticed an unfamiliar charge on my debit card, coming from a company called khbill.com for about $40.00. I was unaware of what the hell was going on, so I first gave my bank a call to have a new card issued, and then gave KHBill a call to figure out who they were, and what was going on.

When I called their toll free line, I was directed to a very static-addled line, and a very indian operator who asked me for the last six digits of my card, and my name. I gave them that information, and asked them several questions.

Me: What website was my card subscribing to?
Them: It is an adult website…
Me: What is the domain name?
Them: It is an adult website sir…
Me: Yes, i want to know the domain ame.
Them: I am seeing the charge as coming from a ilovepootang.com (non-existant domain)

Me: What email address was the account subscribed to?
Them: Bailey@gmail.com (too rare for any fraudster to actually have, no email address verification?)

Me: What ip address was the signup coming from?
Them: We do not have that information on file sir

Me: OK, can you just charge the order back?
Them: Yes we can sir, thank you and have a nice day.

The whole thing seems all too fishy. Every credit card processor logs ip addresses. The email address should have been emailed the login information. The domain name is non-existant.

If you notice an unauthorized charge from KHBill.com on your card, let me know. I’d like to hear some more stories about them.

Some great news came about the other day. Hal turner (Wikipedia | Encyclopedia Dramatica), a fairly famous white supremacist was arrested after he made a death threat against a senator, and an associate on his blog. The post in question can still be found here, and here are the most notable quotes:

3:38 PM ET — Officer Boyle of the Connecticut State Capitol Police just called regarding this story. Seems they are concerned about the “Commentary” below. Looks the tyrants are worried. Good. –

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This is a direct government assault upon the Catholic Church, in absolute violation of the First Amendment to the Constitution for the United States.

It is very clear to us at the Turner Radio Network that the state of Connecticut has become tyrannical and abusive. It is actively and aggressively attempting to directly interfere with the internal governance of a church and the free exercise of religion. It is retaliating against citizens for exercising their right to petition for redress of grievances. This is tyranny and it must be put down.

While filing a lawsuit is quaint and the “decent” way to handle things, we at TRN believe that being decent to a group of tyrannical scumbags is the wrong approach. It’s too soft.

Thankfully, the Founding Fathers gave us the tools necessary to resolve tyranny: The Second Amendment.

TRN advocates Catholics in Connecticut take up arms and put down this tyranny by force. To that end, THIS WEDNESDAY NIGHT ON “THE HAL TURNER SHOW” we will be releasing the home addresses of the Senator and Assemblyman who introduced Bill 1098 as well as the home address of Thomas K. Jones from the OSE.

After all, if they are so proud of what they’re doing, they shouldn;t mind if everyone knows where they live.

It is our intent to foment direct action against these individuals personally. These beastly government officials should be made an example of as a warning to others in government: Obey the Constitution or die.

If any state attorney, police department or court thinks they’re going to get uppity with us about this; I suspect we have enough bullets to put them down too.

The state pushed; it is about to get pushed back. Elected and other government officials sometimes need to be put in their place. They serve; they do not rule. They need to learn their place or be put there by force.

This post was made in reference to a bill which would require the catholic church register as a lobbying group. I absolutely support this measure in Connecticut, and every other state in our country, as the catholic church has held just a little too much “influence” in the ruling of our country.

Hal, being the retard he is, also ignored the prior warning that his local police gave him, kept the post up, and proceeded to cry like a 3rd grader to his friend who updated his blog.

I find this news to be fucking awesome, and I hope that mother fucker gets locked up for the rest of his life.

Hal also made this brilliant post in which he tells everyone where some judges in chicago live, complete with arrows pointing to the windows of their offices, and orders that they need to “Obey the Constitution or die”.

Since I was in high school, I’ve taken the often unpopular role of ACLU supporter. While everyone else bitched about the things they fought, I supported them, because I believed that if a legitimate violation of the people’s rights were to happen, that the ACLU would be at the front of the fight against government-enforced fascism.

During the past several years, I have witnessed several prime violations of the rights of Adult americans. This isn’t a case of some 15 year old being told he can’t wear his promotional satanism t-shirt to school. This is a case of laws being written & voted into law in clear violation of the rights of adults.

I speak of the following:

1) Smoking ban in Chicago, Portland, New York, and several other localities
2) Trans fat ban in New York, and several other localities
3) The upcoming ban of black automobiles in California

Each of these laws, and probably many others I haven’t heard about are a direct violation of the rights of Americans.

Nobody should be able to tell a bar owner that he cannot allow smoking in his bar. It should be his god damn decision, and nobody else’s. If there’s enough consumer demand to ban smoking, the bar owner can ban it himself. The city should have no fucking say in the matter.

Nobody should tell any American what they can eat. More than 50% of the things we eat are unnecessary, and to say that trans fat is unneeded makes no sense. If something isn’t done about this, it’s only going to encourage the original lawmakers to seek further efforts to control our diets, and before you know it, it’s going to be 2020 and there will be laws limiting our daily sugar intake.

Nobody, absolutely nobody should be able to tell you what color your car, shirt, house, or absolutely anything else should be. Color is the absolute root of expression, and absolutely any control of it is obvious censorship. Think about your first favorite making decision. I’ll bet it was color, right? The argument is that black automobiles use more energy than other cars. Ask yourself this: What uses more energy: A white hummer, or a black sports car? According to this law, the babydicked hummer owner is the innocent party. The government shouldn’t have any decision in your choice of automobile. As long as you have a license to drive whatever you are driving, that should be all that matters. The cost of fuel is coming directly out of the owner’s pocket.

So, with this being said, where in the hell has the ACLU been when these three laws have been created? Each are in violation of our rights. Are they only holding back because the laws have been written by liberals? I really don’t want to think that, because I’ve long considered myself a liberal. I always thought that conservatives were the pro-fascism party, with their flurry of attempts to limit the lives of homosexuals, and attempts to write the bible into law. Why hasn’t the aclu done anything about these cases? I wrote them about the smoking ban almost 1 month ago, and I still haven’t received any kind of reply.

Leading up to last night, I was really bothered by today’s holiday, valentine’s day. I do believe that western culture has really brought the original meaning of the holiday through several rounds of high-scale corruption, and have also managed to exploit everyday people into worshiping a false tradition, but last night I started talking with this girl I’ve been talking with for about 3 months now, and we kinda got onto the subject of the day, and figured today is an ok day to meet up.

The women that i’ve seen, most of them have lived at least 30 minutes away from me. Francesca was about an hour on the metra, Lisa was about 45 minutes driving from the suburbs, Katrina was about a half hour i believe, Susan was about 45 minutes on the cta… There was one that lived about 20 minutes on the cta, but she didn’t really last very long. This girl lives 3 hours away in Lafayette, Indiana.

So, the train heads out at 5pm, and i get there after about 3 hours, then i’m out of there at 8am tomorrow morning. Yeah, really short trip. Only one train gets there every day, so I’d better not miss the train. I’m not sure what to expect, but what’s the worst that could happen? Heh, who cares. Worst case is i get stuck at a train station for roughly 11 hours. But, that couldn’t be much worse than the valentine’s day i’d have if i stayed here by myself.

Valentine’s day, i don’t completely hate you, you did have a good origin, but people really shouldn’t put this much emphasis upon you. You’ve successfully doubled the guilt of a great portion’s of the nation’s single folk over an absolutely frivolous reason, and you’ve probably even inspired a few suicides out there.

In other news, I haven’t gone out to a bar since that last entry about my neighbor mike.. January 22nd I beleive was the date of that encounter. I had been meaning to go to a few, but something seems to be holding me away. Once spring returns, I’m going to have to buy a replacement lens cap, a new backpack, and I think I’ll start photographing the city now that i’m more familiar with everything. I’m also working on giving up cigarettes.

I was generally more looked up to when I only smoked pot, and didn’t run around with any other vices. Pot is probably holding me back, and I have been scaling it back to help improve my overall mood, but I feel it’s necessary to use as it helps me relate to people. I’m much more uppity when I’m sober, and that’s usually too much for most people. I can be funny drunk, and it helps me appear more normal according to the people I’ve been drunk around, but I don’t really like waking up after sleeping 4 hours with a hangover.

I’m buying some new blinds to help block the sun out of my windows, because that’s been preventing me from sleeping. I also have a problem sleeping when the wide-open space of my room is too big. I can’t ever sleep for a long time with my closets open, and i can’t sleep with my blinds up. Even with the blinds down, the light shining through is too much.

Several seasons of The Office is on netflix’s ‘instant watch’ thing. You guys should get netflix and watch it.

That’s all. See ya.

last night i got called into work by a customer of ours who wanted to hire me to do some contract work for which he would pay me directly instead of paying for our company’s remote hands fee. this is ok for us to do, a lot of employees have done it, but we never solicit offers. Only when a customer contacts us will we accept it.

So, i got into the datacenter at about 10:30, talked to their guys on irc (we’ve actually been friends for a few years), moved three servers from shared-colocation cabinets to their new full cabinet over the course of a few hours, re-labeled all of their newly moved servers, re-cabled everything, and updated their dns zones to reflect the appropriate ptr (reverse dns) records.

By 2am they were all set, i’d made $210, and was free to leave into the night. The problem with getting out at 2am was, the bar i wanted to go to, the blue light, was well over an hour and a half away, and due to close at 4am. There aren’t any bars I can enjoy in the loop, and that was basically the extent of how far i’d reach without resorting to the cta, which I didn’t want to do at 2am on cermak.

So, I opted to simply walk around and see if I could find an OK place to grab a bite to eat siince i was hungry. I didn’t want to go back home to bridgeport that early, because being home before 3am on a saturday night is equal to failure. I ventured west from cermak & calumet, to michigan avenue. At which point, I started traveling north towards the loop.

My walk took me north to 11th, at which point I walked further west to state, and then north to polk where I found a bar i’d heard about, the south loop club. A look at the people sitting/standing inside, and the people walking in told me that i didn’t want to be there. It just didn’t seem like the kinda place that would be friendly to a loner like me.

Call me crazy, because i more than likely am, but i can’t really handle large crowds. Whether they be in a bar/restaurant, or standing in groups dispersed along belmont street. If I’m alone, my mind just deteriorates to the point where i can’t help but think they are teasing me, whether it be out loud in their group of friends, or in their mind. I’ve just lost faith in a compassionate world. Maybe I’m too much of a downer to have people who consistently care about me? Maybe I’m relying on other people too greatly? I’ve seen one friend in the past 8 days, i haven’t been on a date since september of last year, the past 6 - 8 dates i’ve attempted to make have cancelled on me, 3 of which because “omg i forgot its my friends birthday can we please reschedule”.

Of course, they never reschedule, and any attempts i make to reschedule just result in them using other excuses to not see me until I simply give up. Maybe I’m more adventurous than everyone else, and more willing to meet complete strangers. I don’t think i come off as dangerous, i’m not asking for their address the moment they agree to meet up, i’m trying to meet them in public places, and they just jump the day they’re supposed to see me.

Well, anyway. I didn’t want to go into the south loop club, and i was pretty tired. So, i opted to walk to the corner of harrison & state, and sit down against a fence for a few minutes. A few minutes later a homeless guy walked up to me as i sat there, and asked me where the student’s center was. He was looking for a good spot to ask people for help, but he didn’t know what college he was looking for. I wasn’t able to help, but i suggested he travel back south to where he could hassle the people at columbia.

After 6 minutes of sitting, i got back up, and started hiking back west towards halsted. I had considered the number 8 wouldn’t be running, and a check of the cta bus tracker verified this a short while later when i had the motivation to look it up. Well, it was kind of a long walk, from 0e to 800/900W, 9 blocks. Eventually I got to halsted and i had a choice. Get on the blue line, take that back to the loop, and transfer to the redline which i could take home to 35th; or just walk south in hopes that the number 8 would start running after 4am, or that i could find a taxi.

I would end up walking from there (halsted & harrison), down to.. maxwell, where I found a taxi. I took that back south to 33rd, got a burrito from taqueria san jose, and then walked back 3 blocks home.

I got home at about 4:05am. I guess it was an ok night for walking. I found some new spots that i want to venture out to for photography. It was reletively warm for being chicago in february. I hope spring returns for good soon, i think the winter is probably one of the main reasons my mood is so fucked these days.

If I had to pick one food which represents my spirit more than anything other, it would have to be french toast.

This morning at about 5am I wandered outside to halsted street, grabbed a north-bound bus, got off at roosevelt, and walked from there over to roosevelt & union, and stopped into a delightful little restaurant called White Palace. Don’t let the name fool you, this is not a racist establishment. People of all colors and followings congregate into this ultra-diner, throughout all hours of the night & day, on any given day.

I sat down, and a waitress offered me a cup of coffee. I looked at her, and recognized her from my previous stop in, in mid-July, when I’d gone in for a hamburger at 4am on a saturday night. I accepted her offer of a cup of coffee, and proceeded to load it up with sweet & low and french vanilla coffeemate creamer. I then took a moment to pick out what I’d eat for dinner. I could recall reading a yelp.com review in which the critic raved about how tasty their toast was. I made it a point to get the toast, because he had made it sound like the greatest thing since birthday presents. In addition to the toast, I also chose french toast, because i had never been disappointed by a breakfast of french toast. I didn’t fuck around with it either, i went straight for the french toast, no strawberries, no bananas, no whipped cream, none of that bullshit. Just straight french toast, syrup, and butter. I’m not a huge fan of butter, either. I was always grossed out by most solidified dairy, but i recently came to accept butter being there. Cottage cheese however, fuckin’ hate it.

So, anyway. I ordered the food, and it was all brought back to me in like 10 minutes. I ate the toast first, and it was just as good as I imagined it would be. Before my food came, I had consumed an additional serving of coffee, and was now on my third cup, mid-toast. I ordered the texas toast, because I couldn’t really understand any of the other words the beautiful latin waitress said to me about the types of toast they had, but the texas toast was decipherable and in the end it worked well for me.

After scarfing down the toast, i moved onto the french toast. This.. frenchtoast.. was.. Delicious! Everything was well presented, and I’m pretty sure adding anything else to the dish would have ruined it. Everything was beautifully toasted, it wasn’t too hard, wasn’t too soft, it was just.. perfect. The kind of perfection you would marry had you found a human being who was able to maintain such a level of perfection (not possible).

After finishing the french toast i got another cup of coffee and some more of the texas toast, and then i got my bill, $9.88. “holy shit is that cheap or what?” i asked myself. I had like 4 pieces of toast, 4 wedges of french toast, and 5 cups of coffee, wow. I paid the normal bill, gave the waitress a nice tip, and wandered outside back to halsted, and then i took the bus back to 33rd where I wandered back home, and now i’m here, writing about toast.

It started snowing again. We had many days of warmth, and now it’s back to this.

Off to shower, and then to work. Au revoir.

For some time, I have been engaged in a lifestyle some of you are likely to question. I am not proud of the choices I have made, and to be honest, I wish I could escape what I have become. However, the overwhelming nature of the condition has rendered be unable to cope with life without it.

sigh…

I am a cat person.

For my entire life, I have embraced the spirit of the cat, and will always prefer the company of a cat over any other member of the animal kingdom. Rover? Get the fuck away from me. I won’t be having any of your shit today. Mr. Boots? Get the over here and cuddle up in my bed all afternoon.

I hope you can understand…

Don’t you think if the anti-christ did exist, he would have read the bible, and changed everything about himself to reflect the exact opposite of what it says the anti-christ would be?

The bible made up the bit about the antichrist being muslim because christians are inherently the enemies of muslims. What better way to turn society against your enemy than to make up a book that says the big invisible ruler of existence will also be the enemy of your enemy?

If the anti-christ exists, he’s in office right now.

ahahaha

On the night of my birthday, I started walking, and ended up walking like 20 as-literal-as-possible miles to a west suburb. Some place called Maywood. This trip took me straight through the ghetto, where people treated me much nicer than the people i’ve encountered in the ritzy parts of town, which changed my outlook on what parts of town I would like to hang out in.

If you are depressed, or lonely, the ghetto is the best place you can go. People in the ghetto look out for their people. If life has you down, you’ll be able to relate with the people who live there, and they’ll treat you like a human being, regardless of your race. Pretty much any time I go to the north side of town depressed, people look at me as if they saw my photo on the a news segment about a serial killer. They offer no help, they just looked at me with their smug fucking faces, and held their breath as they walk by. When I visited the ghetto, I actually had people ask me if i was ok. They didn’t care that I was white, I didn’t care what their race was. We just treated eachother like human beings, something most of those northside fucks could never do.

I think I’m going to get my bike fixed today, and I’m going to start traveling far out distance with it. Walking that far actually crippled me a little bit for 2 or 3 days, but it was still an enlightening experience.

I think i’m getting more used to being a loner. Maybe I am destined to be alone forever. I’ve been a decent human being for a while now, if people still can’t accept me, then so be it.