Rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated.
I didnât like the way the Disboards were headed because I didnât like the way the man was keeping down one of my friends. I was also concerned that I was spending too much time on here, so I decided to start a blog to solve both problems. That worked for a little more than a week.
Then, Master G pointed out that pictures I had posted through Photobucket allowed other people to access my entire album on that site. That gave me no real concern because the only pictures posted on Photobucket were pictures I intended for general consumption.
But as I later learned, at least one person wasnât content just looking at the pictures I had there. One person attempted to access personal information in my account profile. Ironically, if they
had been successful, they wouldnât have gotten very much. But it was the fact that at least one person was pushing past normal boundaries and prying into information which is none of their business which lead me to delete my Photobucket account and remove my week old blog.
I will say again, this was not Master Gâs fault. He did nothing wrong. I appreciate that he alerted me, and others, to one of the weaknesses of Photobucket. I also have no beef with anyone who searched Photobucket to see what other pictures I had uploaded there. That is the result of normal curiosity.
My beef is with the person who attempted to access personal information about me. I have reason to believe that person was both a regular visitor to my week old blog as well as this thread. To you I say, you should seek professional help for your unhealthy obsession with a complete stranger you know only as ZZUB. I also want to advise you that Iâm not all that interesting. The most fascinating aspect of my personality is my unusual familiarity with inane trivia and my preternatural ability to seemingly fart on command. Not the stuff of the Algonquin Roundtable, I assure you.
Continuing on, whether this person was a lurker or, as I reasonably believe, a regular poster both here and on my week old blog, they have an unhealthy desire to know more about me. I fear that my otherwise reasonable efforts to protect my identity for the sake of my familyâs well-being and the health of my practice has somehow had the opposite effect. Perhaps I have created a quest for some, at least one person, to find out who ZZUB really is.
Believe me when I tell you that such a quest is a colossal waste of time. There is no
there there. Iâm a fairly white bread kind of guy.
Knowing that every time I post either on this thread or my own blog I was only feeding the fire of someoneâs unhealthy need to know more about me led me to the conclusion that it was best to kill my blog and not post here anymore. Since it was my intent to limit my time on the internet anyway, this only furthers that goal. I will continue to read trip reports, because I love them, and because the moderators have done an extraordinary thing in re-opening Melâs Trip Report. I will also post there from time to time.
I just couldnât leave here without saying goodbye or at least explaining why I wonât post here anymore and why I wonât go to the spice shop and why I felt compelled to shut down my week old blog.
To the majority of you who I have gotten to âknowâ through the Maelstrom, I continue to say, âthough weâre strangers, still I love you. I love you more than your mask.â I also strongly encourage you to
think more carefully about what you are posting here, there and everywhere. You simply donât know everyone whoâs on here or what their true intentions might be.
Preace the good times and the laughs.
