Watch Where You Step
Posted by Euroranger on August 16, 2013
As most of you know who do roll through here, I’m well into my forties, am married, have kids, 2 dogs, a mortgage and so on. I also own my own internet consulting business, am an application developer, game online and have a fairly juvenile sense of humor. In other words, the first factual statement doesn’t typically have a large Venn diagram overlap with the second but, that’s me and I like it like that. Most days anyway. It seems I’ve managed to successfully master being a responsible adult and parent while still retaining my enjoyment and occupation with things that normally draw younger and, typically, much less mature folk. And while I have no idea when or how that happened, I’m okay with it. Sometimes, though, I forget that I used to be one of those very people until I run into one (almost always online) and then I’m reminded of just, well, how much I’ve aged I guess.
You see, a couple of posts back, I got to enjoy the attentions of someone though, who they are actually employed as a chief information officer, seemed to know remarkably little about how the internet actually works. She stalked me to this blog, read something she didn’t like and up and terminated a development contract on that basis…and that’s fine. It was entirely their prerogative to sever the relationship anytime they so chose. What was interesting though was rather than be up front and honest about why they did so (they said it was work performance which, as of day 9 of a contract, is kind of a joke and despite moving more support tickets in those 9 days than they’d moved for probably 6 months) she lied to me in an exit interview whilst thinking she was being sly and crafty with her internet skulking around. I like to imagine she had the Mission Impossible soundtrack playing in her head while she did her digging. I also imagine she was less than amused when I penned an article about her complete with a hidden message that I only advised her about AFTER she decided to ask her HR people to “add it to my file” (as though a file on a 9 day employee will amount to anything anywhere to anyone). Because she decided to copy everyone, I was kind of pleased to see her hoist by her own petard, so to speak, when I hit “reply all” to expose her idiocy to everyone who bothered to look (and yes, they did). Now, in all honesty, I thought her particular kind of ignorance of a medium for which she was employed to be at least semi-knowledgeable about was probably a rare thing. You can imagine my surprise when I encountered it again today.
As normally happens when it comes to braggarts and those in general who are far more impressed with themselves than facts would normally allow, this fellow felt he was safe behind the invincible banner of internet anonymity when he should know better that he’s not and so he proceeded to bluster about as though he were more than he actually is. And you know what, where I might once have cared about such things, these days I know that imbeciles like that are literally a dime a dozen and that the internet is rife with assclowns like that. It’d be like getting miffed at a raindrop in the middle of a downpour so I resolved to pity the turd and move on. And that’s where it would have ended even after I got to have this poor excuse for a boy actually trying to threaten me earlier (if making silly boasts on an internet message board qualifies as this generation’s “threats”):
But see, I’ve HAD kids threaten me before with the whole “I got yer IP” and such. Normally, such outbursts occurred in gaming servers and simply expressed the outrageous amount of butthurt they were enduring due to something I did, was doing, or was continuing to do. I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve seen this but I normally chalk this up to being 11-14 years old, prepubescent, little rage machines but even with this, it was all kind of sadly amusing and entirely dismissible as someone who lacked even basic impulse control. That was, til he decided that making minor humorous threats on a chat forum wasn’t enough…and so he came here to continue:
Now, as most folks who know me personally will likely attest, I’m a kind of laid back guy and will let most slights roll…but damn if that’s just not how I feel today. See, for a dude who likes to make threats and go about calling himself “Apoplectic Ape”, when you actually cast a glance at Eric Giroux, “ape” is probably the last animal you’d likely ascribe to his general appearance. Maybe “skinny weasel”. Or perhaps “dimwitted jackass”. Whatever you come up with, it’s hardly likely to be a synonym for “hardened, ass-kicking, internet tough guy”…but that’s apparently the way he sees himself. What’s truly impressive is that he’s apparently a “digital marketing specialist”. This suggests he ought to know something about how that whole internet thingy works. Which is surprising because it takes little to no effort to unmask my sinister stalker. See Eric here, well, he lives in an apartment in Lawrence, Kansas (awful long way for you to “come for me”) but works for a company called “DealerFire”. I wonder how they’d feel about one of their recently hired account managers posting juvenile inane crap like he seems to enjoy doing. Wonder how they’d feel looking at all the time he spends on social media sites being a smartass, repellent dick in general? Maybe someone should ask. I’ll bet they’d be interested to know. I mean, outside of throwing cash, pouring gold bottles (“gold bottles”?) on white women and “stomping on the homeless when the cops aren’t looking” (establishing his “badass” cred I’m guessing here), Eric stays busy pissing away a fair chunk of his day spouting all sorts of puerile bulls**t whenever the mood strikes him…and that appears to be “frequently”.
What’s more amusing is his attempt to spread what he considers his “dopeness” (yeah…really…it’s a word he uses to describe one of his “notable” web properties) as though some 20 something, former KU frat boy douchebag whose entire claim to fame to date was sticking his folks with his offspring while he goes recording himself drinking beer (gasp!) outside (Gasp!) IN THE SNOW (GASP!) whenever he’s not laying down his essential brand of internet toughness on those he clearly has established to his own satisfaction that he’s superior to (read: “everyone who ever beat his geek ass in school and those who can’t actually reach him to do it today”)…all in orange crocs.
So, word to you Eric: I promise…really REALLY promise…I’m veritably pooping in my drawers at the very thought of you coming for me via my IP address (which of course you don’t have because, hey, you can’t get one simply because you wish REALLY hard and hold you breath for it). Yep, I’m trembling in abject fear of your gangly, gawky, awkward self “coming for me” despite the eyes I’m furiously growing in my ass this very second in breathless anticipation of your arrival. Before you head out on your quest for epic internet retribution for calling you out as the spineless, ignorant, boasting dumbass you simply had to double down on to emphatically prove me right (I didn’t need the assist), maybe you should share your evil plans with Mommy, Daddy, Ashley and little Jackson. Mommy and Daddy will likely chuckle with mock levity at my impending doom at your assuredly fearsome hands…and then offer you a juicebox and cookie and send you out to play. Ashley might take you more seriously and wonder if this is yet another ill-considered battle she’s going to go need to rescue her eternally deluded little bro from. Jackson, well, if you don’t come back, he can probably succeed in changing his name to something that doesn’t link his future to his daddy’s idiotic past. The kid needs a better chance than that. Maybe you shouldn’t sell your uncle’s couch. It’s not likely your new “girl”friend will want to keep it…what with all the stains on the upholstery and such.
But anyway, enough of this. I have no plans to roll into Lawrence anytime soon (especially not since you’re up in Oshkosh right now) so let’s go ahead and call a truce. You stick to being a back-flipping, pretentious, string bean, bag of douche with delusions of grandeur that exists as an object lesson to…well…everyone who isn’t you and I’ll stick to me being me. However, if you’re still going to go about casting yourself as some kind of internet marketing specialist, go ahead and learn how pathetically simple it is to dig you and every facet of your insipid life up in a matter of a few minutes. Oh…and “bland life”? LOL! Yep, guess I’d have to tip the hat to you on expertise on that, sport. You’d be best to judge…from either Lawrence or Oshkosh.
Addendum: So, for those who don’t read the comments, young Eric here has chosen “bluff” rather than “man up”. I myself have a stepson in his 20’s who also makes exceptionally bad decisions (except he’s learned from his for the most part). All kids that age do. Eric, however, was given a couple of chances to accept what is patently obvious and sail away relatively unscathed. I gave him a clear route for taking this post down…he responded by switching accounts on the site where this all started and then posted…hell, I’ve lost count…quite a few comments to this blog today starting from begging and pleading and eventually running straight to outright lies, more ignorant and offensive language and finally to outright daring me to inform his employer (whose time he has wasted in exceptional amounts today). I truly would have preferred he not push it to this point…but hey…so be it. Maybe his employer won’t care. Maybe they’ll be cool with his smack talking and acting like a prick on the web. Maybe they won’t care they’re paying a salary for some kid to internet stalk people while he should be doing company business. I guess we’ll find out.
Anyway, this is how someone who decides to follow, harass, threaten and then finally dare someone gets famous on the internet. Or, you could just call it “bad judgement”.
My name is Euroranger and I was dared to approve this post.