HERE WE GO AGAIN

Bella is on another attack, telling people I am tracking them to their front door, so, ONCE AGAIN I am going to post about IP addresses and what can be learned from them. Bella knows that the only way to get your personal info is to buy a membership with an online people search, like she has done. Unlike bella and friends, I have no interest in where you live, what your real name is or how much money you make. This blog deals exclusively with the fantastic fantasy world of Pogo Online.

Here’s on article about IP addresses, from Bob Rankin

Does IP Address Reveal my Physical Location?
Category: Privacy , Security

Are You Invisible Online?

It's true that your IP address is no secret. It's a basic part of internet communication protocols to send your IP address whenever you connect to another site, request a web page, chat, play an online game, etc. Without your IP address, the computer on the other end wouldn't know where to send the reply.

But that doesn't mean that Evildoers can find your house if they know your IP address. Each time you go online (if you have dialup) or each time you start your computer (if you have cable or dsl) you will be assigned an IP address, randomly selected from a pool of IP's assigned to your Internet service provider (ISP).

WHOIS Your ISP

So a person MIGHT be able to get a general idea of your geographic location, based on your IP address, by doing a lookup on the WHOIS database, but that will only tell them the physical location of your ISP (Internet Service Provider) -- not YOUR home address.

And if you use a large regional or nationwide ISP, the IP lookup probably reveals nothing of interest. For example, if you are an AOL subscriber, your IP address lookup will show the location as Dulles, Virginia -- regardless of where you live.

When The Law Comes A Knockin'

Of course there is an exception to every rule. If Joe or Jane User calls your ISP and wants to know who was using a certain IP address last Tuesday, the ISP will tell them to go away. But if an officer of the law hands your ISP a court order to reveal that information, they must do so. Your ISP's logs will enable them to determine which customer was using a certain IP address on a certain date & time, and they must reveal that information if a court has found probable cause that a crime was committed by that person.

But for the truly paranoid (or the criminally inclined) there are ways to surf the web anonymously. The Anonymizer service will act as a proxy between you and your ISP, and they claim that your information cannot be subpoenaed because they do not store it.

What About Email Addresses?

The same concepts apply to your email address. The part that follows the "@" sign is your ISP's domain name. And given the domain name, one can determine the ISP's physical location, but nothing personally identifying about the email user without a court order.

Web-based email accounts are not truly anonymous, either. Even if you don't provide your real name when signing up, they can capture your IP address and track you through your ISP if necessary.

Other Considerations

It's much more likely that you or your children will reveal your physical location the old fashioned way -- by just blurting it out. Kids who chat or play online games should be reminded often that they should never reveal any personal information, including their last name, phone number or home address.

LIAR!!

Yes Pissy Pristy, I mean you! Pissy keeps blaming me for all the nasty clones in the Pukes room (behind my back, of course) when she knows damn well it isn’t me. And of course, as soon as I call her on it, Pissy Pristy runs and hides. Actually, she runs and gets Snake or Worm on the phone.

It’s no big deal to accuse someone of making clones, but it’s about as low as it gets to deliberately frame someone else as a cover for the sleazy tactics of your friends. I can imagine Pissy Pristy applies this code of ethics in her real life as well. The kind of person that stuffs merchandise in her pockets when a storm knocks the lights out in Walmart or keeps the money when she finds a wallet, with no sense of guilt or shame.

THE ORIGINAL TRI-PUKES GNOME

Hi, I’m Tee Jay, the original Gnome of Tri-Pukes, and it’s about dam time I got credit for it! That woosie, girly-man imitation of me, Teddy, don’t even come close! I be the gnarly gnome with the macho, the brains, the wit, the charisma, the dazzling personality, the sheer animal magnetism. That insignificant, no-talent sorry excuse of a replicant pales in the shadow of my irresistible magnificence! Hell, ya all  do, let’s face it!

Who gaf that I don’t got a job? So what if I sit around on my lazy arse all day hangin' out in the Pukes room? Hey, I have a responsibility to the league of worshipful fans in the Pukes room, who live for my presence and hang on my every word. Ah, the endless fount of precious gems of intellect and comedic genius that issue from my gifted mouth! No wonder they adore me!

So just forget about that other joke of a gnome. It’s me you want…and you know it!

HERE WE GOOOO, PART 2

Two days after the Snaketongue and Wormtongue post, all sorts of nasty clones have popped up, all at once. Whatta coincidence, ey? Didn’t I tell ya?

There’s at least three Flake clones: LebzoFlake, BeaverEatinFlake and LoonyLezbo. Gee I wonder who made those, lol! Then there’s the red herring clones they make to throw you off by bashing one of their own: JimboBoinksBella, CrankSnortinBella, BoozerJimbo, etc. Then, of course a Snaketongue fave, a Fein clone: FeinFelon.

Hey, that’s just fine and dandy, nasty clones are part and parcel of the Pukes room, but this morning, when I wasn’t in the room, Pristy was loudly proclaiming that all these clones were me, with plenty of backup from her groveling sidekick, gearhead. Someone gave me a heads-up about it, so I went into the room to check it out. Sure enough, the pristy one was ranting away, lying out her backstabbing azz, echoed loyally by gearhead.

Now, Pristy knows dam well it’s her buddies behind those clones, and to try to set me up as the villain shows you what a lowlife street rat she is, she has picked her friends well. I have no respect for that kind of sleazy tactic. I’m sure she was in a little meeting with the ‘tongues and they set it up together.

And gear? What a wishy-washy, wafflin joke! When I had no backup that broad pounded me relentlessly about the clones, blah blah blah, on and on. Then, when some “VIP” regulars showed up, gear did an incredible, ass-kissing, rubber-burning 180 on who she thought the clones were so’s she would be in sync with them, and hopefully get thrown some crumbs. I have no respect for shameless brown-nosing, either. It seems that gear’s opinions, convictions and responses depend on who’s watching.

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  Why is a 37 year old woman hanging out in a 50+ game room?
  
  
  
  Perhaps it’s because most of the women her age are too busy properly raising their children and/or working and sleeping normal hours at night to hang out in game rooms.
  
  
  
  Or is it because she feels that older people are less likely to connect her bizarre behavior, incessant prattling and all-night chat fests with drug use? And that other married women and mothers her own age would vehemently disapprove of her obviously neglectful, irresponsible behavior, and reject her?
  
  
  
  


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  Why is a 37 year old mother of 3 chatting all night in a 50+ game room? How can she care for her kids the next day? When does she sleep? Does she sleep?
  
  


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  Why is a married 37 year old woman spending her nights in a 50+ chat room, talking dirty to a 70 year old man? Does her hubby know what she’s doing while he’s sleeping? Does he know she slips into bed just before he gets up for work?
  
  
  
  


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  Why is this 37 year old woman trying so hard to impress and win over people aged 50 and older?
  
  
  
  


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  Why is this woman so obsessed with learning every personal detail about everyone in the game room, including real names, family members, financial situation and police records?
  
  
  
  


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  Why is this woman pretending to be such a nice person in her known name while making ugly clones, like she has done so often in the past, trashing people mercilessly and spewing filthy and gross venom that disgusts even the most hardcore pukers?
  
  
  
  


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  And how can this woman have so much energy to do all this while being so desperately ill and undergoing chemotherapy?
  
  

You tell me. I smell a rat and it’s one of the nastiest to ever crawl around in Pogo.

MUFFIN MISCHIEF

The naughty but nice Muff Squad was out in full force last night, staging a raid on the stuffy and tightly tethered Griefers room. Smoke filled the room as mute buttons went into overdrive under the barked orders of the Griefers room warden, mamabear. Not everyone followed her orders and mamabear soon lost control of her flunkies, much to her outrage and mortification.  The artillary was flying from all sides!

Jazzedupmuff traded the mattress, hooker heels and coin bag of her trade for a fully accessorized Florence Nightingale uniform. She was kept busy working the front line, administering first aid to the injured and fallen, applying bandages, tourniquets and mouth to mouth resuscitation wherever needed as she bravely dodged the heavy onslaught of bullets and bullshit. In the end, she was exhausted but triumphant, her once-glorious white banner of truce stomped and tattered.

Although not a muff, Bella joined the fray and did a standout performance on the front line with her brilliant and snappy one liners, stunning the hapless Griefers into shocked silence and giving the muffs a chance to recoup and regroup.

Since chkmymuff came in late in the game and missed the worst of it, it’s not certain whether patti managed to retain her Miss Congeniality crown under duress, or whether queefnmuff made the scene. What IS certain is that a good time was had by all in the Muff Squad.

Griefers will never be the same! HA!

WATER UNDER THE BRIDGE VS BRIDGES BURNED

The hardest thing to learn in life is which bridge to cross and which to burn. ~ David Russell

Conflict is inevitable and it is unrealistic to think we can go through life avoiding it. Conflict can be healthy, teaching us how to listen and compromise. We learn consideration and tolerance of other points of view.

Sometimes, conflict becomes violent and accelerates into all-out war, but even war has rules and ethical guidelines, and crossing certain lines amounts to burning your bridges behind you. And so it goes for the Pukes room, which has been waging war off and on for years.

The current feud goes back about 4 years, way before my time in the room but, like many others, I’ve heard the war stories over and over.

Apparently it got pretty ugly, personal info and photos given out on people from both sides,  and plenty of clones made using real names, addresses and phone numbers.

Both sides say the other one started it, or the other one did it but we didn’t, or they did worse stuff than we did.

Most of us who weren’t there at the time consider it all a big yawn, but there are a few of the old timers who still seem to think it’s a big deal and they just can’t let go of it. So they fight, and they make clones that spew filth and it goes on and on and on, ad nauseum.

That is until recently, when a kind of truce befell the room and all those nasty clones either shut up or died away. Well hallelujah and fkn amen! It’s nice! Peaceful! Boring sometimes but so what?

But fine tuning can be tricky, and now we come to those bridges. Some were crossed over, but some got burned to the ground. So what does that mean? It means that everyone can get along if they put an effort into it, but some people can’t expect everyone to like them, love them or talk to them. It just ain’t gonna happen, you burned that bridge, so get over it and just do what you can to override the past and enjoy the present. Clinging to old grudges and spewing about them in chat just makes you look like a senile old codger and puts innocent bystanders into a funk, so why bother? Nobody wants to hear it anymore. Fight about something else if ya gotta fight.

So here’s to the truce, long may it stand.

Say hi to me when I come into the room…or not. It’s your right and privilege.

hagd