Also a link to a news story on it: http://www.news.com.au/technology/j...g-down-the-trans/story-e6frfro0-1225959333866 Discuss.
The article and the video are both kind of long and boring. The basic story is that this guy, James West, has been getting emails intended for a different James West inviting him to the Tran family Thanksgiving for years. Instead of just sending them a polite note saying they've got the wrong guy, he has been collecting and reading their emails for much of that time, and now wants an actual invite to their Thanksgiving. He's trying to track them down on the Internet. FOCUS: What do you think? Is this full of Internet mirth and whimsy or is the guy basically a long-distance creeper? ALT FOCUS: Have you ever gotten interesting communications (electronic or otherwise) that weren't meant for you? How did you handle it?
Well looks like he found them and is probably already on the flight to see them as we speak. It seems to be tipping towards mirth and wimsy, Captain.
Over/under on the entire Tran clan being slaughtered by the end of the holiday weekend? ALT FOCUS: I've gotten emails addressed to others before; I ended up on someone's gigantic forwards list. I eventually told them to cut it out and they told me that they really didn't understand this whole "email" thing. One of my favorites is when I get a long and detailed phone message in a foreign language which I do not speak and cannot even recognize. The last one sounded Eastern European - Bulgarian?
There was another guy at Electeonic Arts with the same name as me. His boss was a Cunt. She got my email address from the company directory without bothering to see I was in Vancouver, Canada, and she was in California. Needless to say the other guy was on her shit list and would get the occasional "hurry up and get this shit done already" emails. The first 2 times I responded with the polite "haha wrong guy here" replies. She ignored them. They kept coming. I then started to push her buttons. "go to hell". "don't feel like it" "fuck off" She went ballistic and thought she was King Kunt. Not so. She emailed HR with an official complaint. They then demanded I go through sensitivity training. I told them to pound sand. They held up my pay until I complied and took the course. Being a contractor, I packed up and went home. My VP freaked out on HR. Someone got fired. I came back. Still haven't done the sensitivity course. Got a late payment fee out of it. I laughed.
Frylock, how you managed to turn this into a focus is beyond me. I'm currently suffering many unintended phone calls to 'Josh' on my new, official, non-burner number, but I've never received a fake email - aside from those unaware of my genital size. As a serious question, doesn't Mr Slanty-Eyes, Genetic Defect of Fail, deserve a yahoo for his YouTube claim to fame? Christ, I've got some sort of wedding thing happening this weekend. If I still give a shit tomorrow I'll invite him to that.
Someone who has the exact same name as me runs a series of educational workshops in the state of NJ. They are intended for little kids, kind of like one of the activities you'd do at camp or some shit like that. Anyway, my e-mail is first.last@gmail.com, his is first.last@hotmail.com. So every few months I get a request for his workshops. Oddly enough, my mother (a teacher) actually worked for this guy during the summertime for a few years, and I went along as her (very well paid) assistant a few times when they couldn't get one of his regulars. So I actually know the guy.
Jesus. Why do schmucks like this become overnight celebrities? People are cheering him on when he should be getting stuffed into lockers with his undies wrapped around his face.
I had the following text message exchange this morning: Unknown: Word on the street is that you're back in town Me: Who is this? Unknown: Diallooooooooooo Me: Wrong number Unknown: You know, I feel like this happened last year too. Sorry about that. I look forward to next thanksgiving where I will undoubtedly be receiving another message. Maybe next year I'll just go with it and try to score a free Thanksgiving meal.
The best case of mistaken identity I have ever had: Unknown: Hey how are you? me: who is this? unknown: don't you remember? (sends photo of tits that would make most porn stars envious) me: yeah you got the wrong number unknown: ... sorry about the photo Its happened many times since but sadly thats the only case that ended with amateur pornography.
I thought Frylock was going to post random pictures of women and have us guess who the trannys were. Focus: I got a call one early Sunday morning when I was 15. There was a despondent man on the other end crying about how much his life sucked and how he needed someone to talk to, I suggested 911 and went back to sleep. I really hope he didn't kill himself.