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The Dirt

I did promise some filthy details to y'all. Those who care about such things must not be disappointed. Those who read this should be notified so that some form of word can get out, even if the full details are notably lacking.

There's a predator working in the Queensland-New South Wales area and he operates on older women who have lost their husbands. Given what I've heard, what he's done is not his first rodeo and I wouldn't put it past him to have several ladies at various stages of... 'operations'.

Let's call him Garbageman. I first heard about him after he'd begun work on Capt S and things were on the 'too late' side of we-got-troublesville.

It's the time windows that got my hackles up. Garbageman picked a time of maximum vulnerability, six months after the death of her hubby, to start contact and seem friendly. In less than two months, he had moved himself, his vehicle, and his stuff into her place. He was also dictating how she lived her life.

Major league creepazoid.

I'm trying to get things roughly in order, and I don't have all the details, but I have the rough shape of the pattern of behaviour.

  • Garbageman runs one or more popular hobby forums on Facebook and uses them as a kind of duck blind
  • Looks for older women writing about how lonely they are
  • Initiates contact during a period of maximum vulnerability
  • Turns up at some later time in apparent need of some place to stay for an unspecified length of time
  • Uses this as leverage to start dictating his victims' life. What to eat, when to turn the lights off and so forth
  • Also helps himself to whatever he likes: attempting to throw out items she owns, eating the more expensive foods, and so forth
  • At one point or another, he goes on a trip to other places (probably a different victim) very likely to make her realise how lonely she is without him
  • Comes back to be an even bigger pain in the arse than previously.
  • Lather. Rinse. Repeat.

He takes trips away so that she doesn't get ticked off with him enough to actually complain to the authorities. He's an older bloke, so he feigns needing understanding and assistance. Aggression is initially masked as joking, though I don't see any humour in being able to murder someone and make it look like an accident.

He graduates pretty quickly into verbal abuse and intimidation tactics like straight up moving in and then swanning around with his kit off. He even attempted to appear like a new, defacto partner to her medical people.

Now you see why I call him Garbageman.

The plan amongst the family is to keep someone there and drive him off, but that doesn't help anyone else. If this sort of thing can warn ANYONE off of Garbageman, then I'm all for it.

Spread the word. If you know anyone with a pattern of behaviour like this, do everything you can to protect the victim. This guy could be violent if provoked.

"Remove the prey" seems to be like a valid tactic with Garbageman. So spread the word. Maybe some ex-victims will be able to come forward and this guy can go away for a long, long time.

I can only hope.

Beware of the warning signs:

  • No friends to rely on
  • No family either
  • A quick escalation from friendliness to toxic as hell
  • Feigning mental troubles to seem like he needs help
  • Domineering behaviour

Don't let it get as far as the last one. Find an excuse to be there. Find ways to drive him off. Keep your loved ones safe. Then kick his arse.

Happy New Year!

This is it, friendos. My PLN today starts with early-morning, last-minute shit only slightly complicated by the fact that my Tumblr has been followed by two porn bots in as many days.

I really should make that 'safety poster' over again but nah. I have packing to do. I gotta pack my technoscrattle, load up the car, and take a long-arse journey to Tullagawoopwoop so I can share time with a friend.

It's probably a good thing I'm taking a breather from

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So Here's the PLN

I got myself a long day tomorrow and I can't let most of it get absorbed in YouTube or any such nonse so for today:

1) Do the bloggity stuff for today
2) Do the Instant for this morning and all that associated nonsense
3) Pop out and pick up some sugarfree Fishermans' Friends so I'm completely prepped for a long-arse drive
4) Write tomorrow's Instant
5) Pack somewhere between 3 and 4
6) THEN worry about the rest of my day.

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Citizen of the Procrasti Nation

The pln this morning was to rise from my slumber and get the blog and Instant portion of my day out of the way so I could focus on other things.

You see, my morning agenda includes a visit to the doctor because it turns out I was correct about prescriptions only lasting one year. One would think that, as a former chronically ill person, I would have the majority experience with how long prescriptions last and all that noise, but noooooo.

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Getting My Shit Together

I'm headed off up to Tullagawoopwoop to visit my friendo soon. So far, I've gathered most of my clothing into a bag in case I couldn't get the suitcases, and then got the suitcases down -_-

There's a phenominal amount of gecko crap on them and I should brush them off before I get packing, and the list of things I really should buy is starting to grow...

But of course I also have to arrange for Mayhem's book list to

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Slight Embuggerance

The pln this morning was to record another session for Oh My Mods. Alas, I had an update. It's currently going through an update and will be "a few minutes".

It's been more than a few minutes. It might be stuck. I can't tell.

And like a true cowardy custard, I dasn't do a thing about the planned sesh record until such time as the issues are resolved. Which may involve dragging my Beloved into the mess so that they can do

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'Tis the Day After Christmas...

...And all on the roads,

Are the people driving,

Who prob'ly drank loads...

I took MeMum home this early AM with a hope that we wouldn't cross paths with the really dangerous dickheads and thereby give her more stress than she ever needed for the rest of her life.

And then... not even halfway to Costco...

Doodling the wrong way along an off ramp, using the lane, seemingly completely unaware that they were GOING THE WRONG WAY... there's this Ute. Lucky there

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::Cue William Tell But Not Really::

Today, I am driving to the other side of the world Brisbane to fetch MeMum so we can have her over for Christmas day.

This comes on the heels of a disturbed night because this years' seemingly traditional Yule Disaster(tm) has happened to Capt. S.

The family is taking steps, because this one looks like a gold class clusterfuck that could have only been solved as it happened, and nobody got the memo as it was happening. I'm under orders to

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So here's my morning

Wake up at 1AM because nanna nap earlier in the day. I also had sulphurous burps for reasons I couldn't fathom.

Gave up on sleep because busy day ahead and I could always nap in the car on the way there.

Settle down to the compy to start writing and begin feeling really sick. Sulphurous burps continue, hot feeling rises, as does nausea.

Adjourn to the loo to realise, once again, that two Kirks' brand Diet Creamy Sodas is one too many.

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Call me Cheaty McCheaterson

I have nine episodes of Oh My Mods ready to rock and roll. Hooray.

I have two weeks coming up in which I will be busy off my arse with everything and a bucket of eggs.

We have ducted air con! YAYA! ...and getting used to that has given me a case of da sniffoos.

I'm currently uploading my episodes to the YouTube and I have them all on schedule. The first one will be appearing on the Thursday following Christmas. Watch

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Welcome to my enfuckened life

Today's the last day of this year for hired cleaning help. Which means that, once again, I have to badger my family into cleaning up after themselves.

I also have to have $95 cash, but that's small potatoes.

Beloved has to see a Gold-plated Expert about their eyes at early-during-business-hours. I have no idea how long that's going to take, or even if my presence is required, but I do know that my day is pretty much screwed.

Today promises to be

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All hail the new routine

I have wanted to do some Lets Play videos for some time now. Alas, we have lacked the internet, the wherewithall and the time.

However, the wherewithall has arrived in the form of my Spiffy New PC, the internet has arrived in the Shittiest Possible NBN, and the time has always been there between Fuckoff in the morning and whenever the little darlings wake up.

When they go back to school, the recording schedule is more likely to happen in the middle

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Don't look for me on Tumblr today

Today is the 17th in the US. Today is the day that everything allegedly NSFW is going to be purged from the databases. Today, everyone who cares about the freedom to be nerdy weirdoes and help each other with things that other sites dare not talk about... those people will not be there.

I already have plans to fill my day. Starting with recording myself futzing around with Mods on Minecraft. When my little darlings wake up, that will be the end

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