I met a weirdo on the interweb
Now, I've met lots of nice people on the internet - but it's the weird ones that stick in your mind. Such as the guy who borrowed a film off me in Cambridge and turned out to be so smelly, so hairy, so nervous and, well, so downright needy that I've never bothered getting it back.
Tell us about the strange people you've met on the internet.
( , Fri 17 Mar 2006, 9:31)
Now, I've met lots of nice people on the internet - but it's the weird ones that stick in your mind. Such as the guy who borrowed a film off me in Cambridge and turned out to be so smelly, so hairy, so nervous and, well, so downright needy that I've never bothered getting it back.
Tell us about the strange people you've met on the internet.
( , Fri 17 Mar 2006, 9:31)
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Shit - that's me
I was a member of a poker website. I never played any of the really high stake games; I think the highest I ever played was $5. Anyway, after a particularly bad spell, I managed to spazz all my cash and was down to about 10c. Then I hit upon a clever idea. I changed my user profile to that of an elderly woman who loves cats, etc. I started joining in the live chat that went with the game, talking about my lovely grandchildren and everything.
Man, it WORKED! I was no longer getting bullied off bets, and people seemed to let me get away with all sorts. In no time, I had clawed my way up from 10c to $20, and was going from strength to strength. (Not huge money, I know. But there you go).
The problem was that I really got involved with this character I had created. I almost started believing I was this lovely old lady who grew tomatoes and gave money to the poor. The more I talked to (and distracted) my opponents, the happier they seemed to be. Then suddenly it hit me. This website must be full of sad lonely bastards yearning for a nice family and homely, granny-cooked dinners. That, and the fact that I felt like a Patrick Bateman/Mrs. Doubtfire hybrid led to me cancelling my registration. I still feel like I need a shower when I think about it now.
( , Tue 21 Mar 2006, 13:15, Reply)
I was a member of a poker website. I never played any of the really high stake games; I think the highest I ever played was $5. Anyway, after a particularly bad spell, I managed to spazz all my cash and was down to about 10c. Then I hit upon a clever idea. I changed my user profile to that of an elderly woman who loves cats, etc. I started joining in the live chat that went with the game, talking about my lovely grandchildren and everything.
Man, it WORKED! I was no longer getting bullied off bets, and people seemed to let me get away with all sorts. In no time, I had clawed my way up from 10c to $20, and was going from strength to strength. (Not huge money, I know. But there you go).
The problem was that I really got involved with this character I had created. I almost started believing I was this lovely old lady who grew tomatoes and gave money to the poor. The more I talked to (and distracted) my opponents, the happier they seemed to be. Then suddenly it hit me. This website must be full of sad lonely bastards yearning for a nice family and homely, granny-cooked dinners. That, and the fact that I felt like a Patrick Bateman/Mrs. Doubtfire hybrid led to me cancelling my registration. I still feel like I need a shower when I think about it now.
( , Tue 21 Mar 2006, 13:15, Reply)
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