Emotikon Army – Trojan

Upon entering Emotikon Army’s channel. MalwareBytes immediately went into protection mode and killed a trojan.

Emoticon Army is running an IP tracker, which, unless the rules have changed yet again, is a violation of the Ivlog Terms of Service.

So who was sitting in Emotikon Army’s channel while she is planting trojans on everyone’s PCs?

Is lilpunk1984 a site mod? I don’t know, but I feel fairly certain she knows the terms of service like the back of her hand.

The IP tracker is iplogger.org, and as of this writing it is plainly visible in Emotikon Army’s “wall area”.

Son Child is returning to form

http://mullarea.com/sonchild_insane.jpg

That link will take you to seven (7) screen caps worth of comments that Son Child deemed necessary to write to herself on her Ivlog channel today.

You will have to read from the bottom to the top if you want to observe the actual order in which they were written, BUT…

Since this is Son Child we are talking about, it doesn’t matter if you go from top to bottom, the middle to the top and back to the bottom or hold it up to a mirror and read it backwards, it’s going to make the same amount of sense either way.

You may wish to consult with a physician before reading, as Son Child has been known to induce migraines, seizures, whooping cough and anal fissures in her audiences.

Love is in the air or is it?

I love when people fall in love especially on social broadcasting sites.  I wonder, is it love, lust, or a case of the crazies? Whatever it is, they all make me smile.

This morning I was able to view BK’s channel on Ivlog.tv.  Where he creepily typed in the chat Oma is his business.  He then shared his love (or obsession) for  Oma.  He definitely loves her so much he actually gave her his cell phone number!!  Wow, of all the things to give to your loved one, a cell phone number.  I am impressed. It must be true love.

I don’t know how Oma feels about Mr. Abel (aka BK) and I’m hoping to get the chance to ask her.  Oma, how do you feel about Mr. Abel (aka BK)? Are you in love with him?  Did you say you love him?  Are you willing to meet him in person?

 

This is his story.  I did add different music because BK’s music was terrible and I felt this was more appropriate for love.

 

Faroe, part II

So to begin with, those of you interested in Faroe’s bannination need to read THIS POST first, as it led directly to the events that triggered Faroe’s (hopefully permanent) vacation from Ivlog. There has been much speculation about this on other blogs; hopefully this post will put some of that to rest.

On Wednesday evening I was super-oping in an Ivlog channel and dropped the ban+ hammer on Faroe. The channel owner, a kindhearted but misled young lady, unbanned Faroe because she felt that he was just a poor, misunderstood Quasimodo of the internet, in need of love, caring, and understanding (omg, I just made myself puke a little). By way of background, Faroe was under instruction from the Ivlog staff not to have any interaction with me regardless of circumstances, and while I had not been given the same rules, I studiously avoided him and his many channels as I did not want to be in a position of being perceived as provoking him.

When Faroe returned to the above reference channel, this is what he had to say:

The Faroe speaks in a language only he understands.

So I screen-capped this pleasant post and sent it in to Ivlog Support with a brief reminder of my situation vis-à-vis Faroe. About 10 minutes later I got a response stating that the matter had been dealt with. My assumption was that he had gotten another warning and we would continue to play the Faroe Drive By Game well into the future… but then a guest came into chat and said Faroe was site-banned. This was shortly confirmed by Faroe himself, as he was on VL spewing forth great large amounts of invective towards any and all parties involved in his bannoration, excluding himself, of course.

What apparently happened (and I base this assumption on the many different versions of events as told by Faroe) is that an Ivlog site moderator told Faroe that he was being given a final warning about talking to me, and Faroe told the moderator to “Fuck Off.” Faroe’s story changes every single time he tells it, but when he gets excited and his mouth starts running at 100mph, the bit about him telling the Ivlog moderator to fuck off is mentioned consistently.

So there, dear reader, is how it went down from my point of view. Faroe was an ongoing source of friction both in my weekly shows and in any channel he could find me in. Obviously, Faroe is not a person that can be dealt with reasonably, so I took my issues to the powers that be and cited the terms of service he was in violation of and requested relief. The person who actually got Faroe banned was Faroe. All I can “lay claim” to is setting the table, the giant bald man-baby pulled up the chair and ate his own lunch.

Faroe is now on VL carrying on like an imbecile talking trash about Ivlog, Ivlog’s owner, Ivlog’s eeeeeevil rogue site moderators and little old me. During one of his tirades, the Queen of Mercury herself popped in and:

“Faroe can rant all he wants” – until Scruffy changes her mind.

Note that Patty, the notorious chat troll, who is also banned from Ivlog, was madly stirring the pot, winding Faroe up like a cheap coo-coo clock.

So that’s what happened, when it happened, why it happened, how it happened. Faroe’s a jackass, he popped off at me a couple of times too many, I escalated within the framework of the rules, and Faroe committed chat-suicide BECAUSE HE COULD NOT KEEP HIS BIG FAT MOUTH SHUT. End of story.

What took so long?

And so it has finally happened that PreventedJimWeenus has been shown the egress of Ivlog and is back on Possibly The Biggest Pile Of Steaming Horseshit On The Internet, where he mutters threats and imprecations against all his many enemies, real and imagined.

Jimmey (yeah, that is how he spells it) has been known to some of us for a very long time and that he has been smote with the ban hammer comes as no surprise at all, we just wonder why it took so very, very long for the powers-that-be on Ivlog to act. Jimmey has never been what anyone would describe as subtle. He can best be described as a 21st century Rasputin, a walking, talking disaster waiting to strike anyone foolish enough to interact with him. Much like Rasputin, he seemed to be able to hold sway over the weak-minded, everyone else saw him for what he was.

I am told by persons in whom I have some significant trust that he spoke very highly of me this evening while broadcasting from his new internet home. Ideations and pronouncements of death, disfigurement, all the usual adolescent fantasies one would expect from someone with Jimmey’s various mental disorders were bandied about by Mr Wackypants. I truly wish I could say that I qualify for such exalted hatred from dear Jimmey, but sadly, I did not have jack shit to do with his bannination from Ivlog. No, I had to be content with kicking him out of every channel I found him in. I know not who actually claimed his scalp, but I feel fairly certain Jimmey made it very easy for them, as Jimmey was given to typing some fairly outrageous shit from time to time.

Count on the fact that Jimmey will not see it that way. Nope, Jimmey’s capacity to accept responsibility is so tiny that science has yet to develop a means of classifying it. Jimmey will claim that a vast conspiracy of no-goodnicks did him in, stabbed him in the back, bushwhacked and otherwise did him in by means both underhanded and foul. That’s what Jimmey thrives on.

Imaginary Enemies, they are EVERYWHERE!

Okay, music casters…

WHY, why, why, why do you do these things? When you start a song and it’s playing, someone in your channel is listening to that song. Hell, someone in your channel might even be enjoying that song. So why, in the name of all that is unmentionable, do you stop the song dead in its tracks to play something else?

Do you hear terrestrial radio stations do this? Do you hear satellite service radio stations do this? Do you hear radio over cable TV stations do this? NO, YOU DO NOT HEAR ANY OF THEM DO THIS. So why do you do it?

The rules for broadcasting are fairly straightforward. Don’t play a disco track in the middle of a Led Zeppelin set, okay? That seems pretty obvious. Don’t depend on some online source for your music (this is the single most broken rule there is, and one day when the clouds crash and youtube can’t pirate videos anymore, you fuckers will all be weeping). Don’t play the same song twice, because that confirms what we all think: you aren’t paying attention to your shit. Show up and stay on camera. Sure, everyone needs a bathroom break once and again, but be in your show, otherwise you are just mailing it in, and I can just as easily NOT see the broadcaster on real radio. Stay off of skype calls, don’t shove food in your gaping maw, DO play the long remix version, have your OBS or X-Split already correctly set when you start… all this is obvious.

Most importantly, when you start a track, let it finish. Don’t be a lame ass chowder head and kill the track because you are tired of it/didn’t mean to play it/someone requested a new song/whatever. If you did fuck up and play it by mistake, then letting it finish is what you deserve for fucking up to begin with. Mistakes should be painful, otherwise we do not learn. If someone requests something, let that track that’s playing finish. Once you start down the road of killing a song because some pisshole in a snowbank asked to hear “Tiptoe Through the Tulips”, it never ends, because I am gonna wait about 20 seconds and request some god awful metal noise just to piss the Tiny Tim fan off. And thus is the path to chaos laid out before you, each listener trying to undercut the last. And that is no way to run a show.

I can pretty much assure you no matter how much you think a song sucks (say… anything and everything by Abba), someone likes it for some unholy and demented reason. You owe it to the people who took the time to come in to your miserable channel to at least try to make them happy, and if that means you need to mute the music on your end for 3 minutes, do the right thing.

Not calling any names here, but someone with the initials of StudMuffin cut off “I’m a Man” by Chicago because some douche wanted to hear something else. What the fuck were you thinking, StudMu… er, anonymous broadcaster person?

When the dog won’t stop barking.

Faroe is now history.

I have tried to tolerate his hapless shenanigans in the past, as I understand that he faces mental issues that limit him in many ways, but at some point enough is enough and tonight… enough.

Over the past few weeks, Faroe has been a regular visitor to my Friday night shows. Sometimes, he is content to blow up my PM inbox (and my superop’s PM inbox as well) while he remains in Do Not Disturb mode – which means there is no conversation, just a one-way avenue for him to carry on about what assholes we are. Other weekends, he will do the usual “my computer specs are blah blah honk snort blah, so fuck you” posts that we all love and cherish. This week it was the old subscribe/unsubscribe 1,050 times a minute trick that sets the new subscriber message light to flashing madly. Just to add to the evening’s message, he then came in to chat and:

Hello, my name is Faroe. How are you this evening?

So about that remark he made, “stop being 2 faced against me”… Faroe is not very bright, in addition to his various socializing disorders. It is a very common sight to see a guest enter Faroe’s chat and type something along the lines of “Faroe, (insert user name here) said you eat doo doo and dress funny.” Faroe will explode upon reading this. He launches into a tirade of profanity and literally starts to vibrate in his chair. He takes this anonymous (and patently stupid) post directly to heart and loudly declares his undying hatred of the alleged doo doo accuser and swears he shall make their crops wither and die, then sow salt upon their fields so that their offspring shall know misery for seven generations.

This happens pretty much every single time he broadcasts on Ivlog, the people who do it know Faroe is a big, bald wind-up toy with a potty mouth, and they take great delight in winding Faroe up and pointing him in any particular direction just to watch the fun. Tonight, he was pointed at me.

I have not had any interactions with Faroe, other than his less-than-pleasant visits to my show. The whole “2 face” thing would imply that I am saying something nice to his face and then talking trash about him when he is not present. Sorry, pal Faroe, but I have never said anything beyond “hello” to you, EVER. As far as talking any trash, other than discussing your various mental disorders with the staff of the Ivlog psychiatrists, you just aren’t talked about at all. You aren’t important enough to be talked about.

So tonight, after he went off in my chat, a nice person tossed me a pro account and Faroe got what he asked for. And unlike Faroe, who clears his banned list every time his meds get changed, mine is pretty much carved in stone. You’ll have to find someone else to be upset with now, but I am sure your guests will find your next target in short order.