To: psykotik@gmail.com
Subject: make it stop…
From: Jon xxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx@yahoo.com
Date: Mon, Dec 2 2002 8:56:24 PM -0800 (PST)

Justin,

I would like to take this opportunity to offer some feedback on the recent developments at thatsjustnotright.com. As one of your dedicated readers (*loser*), and biggest fans (*loser bored off his ass, putting off working by writing this e-mail*), I hope that you will appreciate the comments I have to offer. I feel like I speak for all the men out there who still visit your site with the hopes it will return to its former glory.

As a low-ping DSL computer geek in college (*thats an understatement*), I happened upon your site one Friday night after too many bars and way too many women (*I wish*). It became one of my favorite reads. As the days passed by, you and I went through many wonderful highs and some terrible lows. Then, much like Michael Jordan, you retired, then returned, only to retire and then return again.

Since our wonderful days together in college, I have had to move into a dial-up (*sucks*) situation, I had to sell my beloved computer (*damn the man*) to save money for a wedding ring, and probably most dramatic (*traumatic*), I got married.

So for many months, your site was where I came to have an excuse to look at beautiful women. Much like a poor man’s Playboy magazine on the internet, I came for the great articles, but was able to look at beautiful women simply by default because they were right there staring at me. Whenever I needed an escape from the exciting world of married life (*riiiiight*), or whenever I needed a dose of just good-old fashioned manliness, I would visit your site. And let me tell you that Angelina, Jennifer, and Avril can’t all be wrong.

But recent events are quite disturbing. First, there’s this Ellen Feiss thing. For the first couple of days, I thought it was funny. I appreciated the joke. Now every woman I see on the street is wearing zipper-sweats, is totally flat-chested, and has buck teeth. Since my badinagoodway testosterone outlet has dried up, I went to a strip club with my pals last night to compensate. All the women there were wearing zipper-sweats, and were mumbling “beep beep bip blip bleep bleep bleep bleep”. Please. Please make the Ellen Feiss thing stop. My wife is even starting to look like her.

Second, I can’t take much more of these girls who post on your site. The last 5 posts are from girls, and it’s the same-old, same-old I hear every day. Nothing but “I’m too fat / my boobs are too small / this girl is so hot so I will hate her / you can’t look at that hot girl because I hate her / if you do look at her, we will make you feel guilty as possible / YADDA YADDA YADDA”. I understand you need help with content and all, but please make them stop. It’s so hard to hear that all the time, and then get on the internet and have to read it all over again.

So on behalf of all of your male readers, I will summarize: less chicky posts, more manly posts. WAY less Ellen Feiss, WAY more fine-ass broads. A return to the badinagoodway we once knew.

Jon

I’m actually surprised by the number of married guys that actually read this site. All this while i’ve always thought that the only people who come here are stupid 14 year old kids looking for bangbus passwords.

And speaking of bangbus passwords, Psykodelik, i think it’s time for some new ones. The 500+ that you gave us the last time don’t work anymore. =(

With regards to Ellen Feiss, i’m probably gonna be switching girls sometime soon. Maybe by next week or something. After i’m done with my finals. I’ve got exams on the 9th and the 12th. Feh. And i also have to move out of my room into one of the WMU apartments for winter break because the stupid reslife people decided to close all the res halls during the break. Blah. That means i’m going to have to pack up most of my stuff and cart everything all the way to the apartments in the middle of winter on the slippery snowy roads and sidewalks. =(

I’ve been having problems with my FTP server lately. The time it takes me to upload a single 60k file just takes FOREVER. It took me about 45 minutes just to upload all those Tia Carrere Playboy Pics last night. Ridiculous. I would like to go back to posting up celeb pics and stuff like how the “badinagoodway we once knew” was before but as long as it takes over 3 minutes just to upload one pic, it’s probably not happening anytime soon. Stupid FTP. I don’t know if it’s the server that’s being dumb or if it’s just my connection. It didn’t use to be like this before but oh well.

Speaking of uploading stuff…

whatever happend to that really really hot girl that u had a link to. she had all those pics of herself on her website..listed by colors. really really fine. well link to her again, cuz she was hot & i want to see her pic again. thanks, biatches

Posted by gza – 5:44pm November 29, 2002

…i spent about an hour uploading pictures of Crystal tonight. Some of you might remember her. She used to be one of the girls that i had linked up on that little row of heads thing that i have on the site. The ‘Girls of FUBAR’ if you may. She posted here a coupla times. Some you long time readers might remember her. Most of you newbies probably didn’t even know she existed. But anyway, she was a cool chicka. Used to IM her just about every night and then one day, she just upped and quit her site. And then COMPLETELY disappeared off the net.

I was looking though my archives and interestingly enough, she sent me a fansign (without me even asking for one!) almost exactly 1 year ago on my birthday of all times! That was a pretty nice birthday surprise if i do say so myself.

Anyway, i let her post on the site a coupla days later (how shocking) and this was her first post.

This was her second really short one and this was her last one. =(

Four things i have discovered while looking through the archives for Stal’s stuff.

1. I miss Stal =(
2. A year ago, there was usually an average of 5 comments per post =(
3. Sometimes even less =(
4. I sound really gay whenever i leave comments on my own site =(

Anyway, i’ve been searching around the internet for any signs of her and all i could find was her new livejournal thing. Which hasn’t been updated in like 7 months. Which was just around the time she disappeared i think.

Fansigns she’s made me:

• More pics here

Hrm. Nobody ever makes me any fansigns anymore =(

You all suck you know that.

To: psykotik@gmail.com
Subject: what can i say?
From: “Wayne Marsden” wayne_marsden@hotmail.com
Date: Mon, Dec 2 2002 12:35:30 AM +0000

… rofl! Your site, yea… it took me a while to understand wtf the deal with it was, but gee it seems rather god damn crazy and cool as fuck! Nice! You seem pretty nice yourself :D, anyways I felt id drop you a message cuz the way you are seems cool, iv read through the FAQS and you seem like you have humour… I mean most people you try having a joke with now and all you’ll get is like ‘Fuck of bitch, leave my wife alone’ or sommet and its like ‘huh?’… If this seems fucked, its probably because … it is! lol anyways felt id drop you a line im gonna try and understand ur site sometime soon! Reply if you feel a reason to do so, and if your not dead :p

L8rz,

Pffft. Everybody knows that i never reply to my email. I do however read each and every single one that i get though. And i usually post up the more post worthy ones on the site to either a) respond to them or b) ridicule them and call people stupid.

To: psykotik@gmail.com
Subject: ummmm
From: Michael D Thompson mdt55@msstate.edu
Date: Tue, Dec 3 2002 1:54:56 AM -0600 (CST)

I am just wondering, what is you website about. I ended up here by accident, and although i really like your website, I am baffled about what its purpose is. For some reason i keep comming back to see it. Well, my main question is who runs the show here. I have a feeling that it might be a couple of people but im not sure. Is Ellen Feiss part of this or did yall just put her picture on the web site for the fun of it. Is this some kind of posting board, oh , and none of the hyperlinks under the fubar name work so i couldn’t actually find out who “you” were or anything like that. So im sorry if im am just stupid, but i was just wondering about that, and the fact that i have had a COUPLE to drink may be altering my thinking pattern (Hey, i am in college). Well, if you could, respond to me at mdt55@msstate.edu.

Thanks,
Mike

If Jamlink was the one who was running this site, he would probably be eating his own arm in frustration right now. And then mumbling something like “just… scroll… down… a bit…” or “read… the… archives…”.

Anyway, you long time readers would probably be doing some good by saying something in the comments and maybe helping some of the other newbies who’re reading to better understand what this site is all about. I would do it myself but i just wanna see if YOU understand what’s going on here and what you think of the site etc etc.

To: psykotik@gmail.com
Subject: THEY SUCKS
From: Jacthemac@aol.com
Date: Sat, Nov 30 2002 2:54:17 AM EST

I saw They earlier today, and it sucks hard. It has to be one of the worst big-budget horror movies I’ve seen yet. I was hoping that this would be Craven’s last-ditch attempt at saving his career after the Scream sequels (as they were billing this movie as being insanely terrifying). However, in a highly original manner, he chose to flush his carrer further down the proverbial toilet by making a shit movie about grasshopping night terrors. The movie sucked balls, and I’m only too sorry you went to see it before you’ll get this email

Sorry. I’m not Meg. She was the one who went to see They. Not me. It helps to actually check who’s posting what next time. Newbie.

Plugs:

• Apechild.com
• SLBS.net
• Spy-Magazine.net

Anyway, this post has gone on for long enough. I’ll post some more some other time. Toodles!

I haven’t updated in a while. I guess i was busy but i really wasn’t. To be honest i wrote a bunch of great updates but then my pc was like BEEP BEEP BIP BLIP BLEEP BLEEP BLEEP BLEEP and then… like… half of the update was gone. And i was like… unnnhhh? It devoured my update. It was a really good update! And then i had to write it again and i had to do it fast so it wasn’t as good.

It’s kind of… a bummer.

So here are some naked Tia Carrere pics instead. Huzzah!

Back from vacation in the great out doors. I hate airlines. The worst thing about going to visit one’s grandparents is that when you first get there they cook you this great big meal, but the rest of the week all you get is leftovers. Damn was I glad to eat a hamburger when I got home. I hate airlines. Small towns suck too. Their idea of going to the “mall” turns out to actually be the largest gathering of rednecks and hillbillies in what may have once been a flea market but is now just a social gathering to determine if a whole set of teeth can be formed by the community. I hate airlines.

I hate airlines. I did manage to accidentally place my vacation right at the beginning of deer season though. So grandpa though it would be great if I was a redneck for a day and try my luck with a 12 gauge armed against antlers. So besides for having to get up before dawn, sit in 12 inches of snow for hours on end, not smoking, and not moving…. I decided that it might be fun. I hate airlines. Well, apparently Bambi had other plans. Although not equipped with antlers, this particular deer thought it would be quite interesting if it scared the ever-living shit out of a city boy by walking up behind him when he is not aloud to move to look around and has three hats over his ears to try and stay warm. Say, within five feet. Anyone want some deer jerky?

Have I mentioned that I hate airlines. Not only can planes not fly with ice on them, for which they obviously don’t account for the fact that it might snow when temperatures drop below freezing point, but they take an hour and a half to “de-ice” the plane. Ok, so now you have to use your credit card to try and use the onboard plane to call your ride and tell them you will be late. But better then that, occasionally the airlines find it funny to put your luggage on the wrong plane. Not just one piece either, they keep all of them together. I had six pieces. So when the conveyor belt stops and thirty people are asking where the hell their luggage is, the highly trained airline employees “don’t know”. Three hours later another plain arrived with my luggage on it. No wonder US Air is going bankrupt. Sorry if I was assy to anyone last night when I got back, but now you see why. At least Bambi is dead, next year maybe Thumper.

How was your vacation Justin? Hopefully you didn’t fly.

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The angsty bullshit is gone.

Well. Maybe not gone, but definitely far from the prominence it’s held for the past few days. I guess we’re going to “talk,” now. Except not exactly now, more like Wednesday. I feel like a normal human being again, not an angsty 14 year old with a fanfic site supplemented by her cam.

Yar. 😀 Gonna go get a smoothie, then hit my roomate up for a run to the video store. Fear of a Black Hat and some beer sounds like a great idea for tonight.

(Please note that come Wednesday evening, I will either be bitchy and jackass-y past the point any of you long-time readers have ever seen, or so ridiculously cheerful and loving towards the world that you’ll probably want to vomit.)

I’m in love with Seriously’s vocabulary, by the way.

I feel singularly uninspired to do anything other than lay in bed and stare blankly at my ceiling, right now. Have, for the past few days. Haven’t actually done so because that whole “wallowing” thing can be done just as well subonciously, while making money at work, or picking out family Christmas presents.

Last night, though, when I got off my second shift, I did find myself sitting in my car staring blankly out the windsheild, until my cell phone rang. (It was, by the way, the newly-homosexual guy from highschool days of getting mangled with friends…he called to tell me about the feild of gnomes he was passing on his way to visit his boy in Kissimmie.)

I was wildly jealous, for about half a moment.

Okay, more like several full moments.

One of Shawn’s friends is supposed to come up to Fiddler’s after I get off work to have a few drinks. He’s slightly skeptical of the prospect, since the argument and all, but I’m past the point of caring to pussyfoot around. We hang out all the time, and nothing is going on, has gone on, and will go on, and I’m not even sure if it matters, the way things are. Just ’cause there was a totally unrelated mess of whatever size….oh, fuck it. That paragraph doesn’t make any sense.

Season’s coming in, incidentally. Tourists galore, work has been packed lately. I’ve still got some xmas shopping to do, but the fact that my speeding ticket was only $120 when I called to pay it (VISA check card over the phone, the answer to all of my prayers) helps. I guess the cop either took pity on me and forgot to input that it was in a school zone, or there was some kind of clerical error, or…I dunno, something, but whatever, that’s 150 more than I thought I was going to have this month, thank God.

Been having awful dreams for the past few days. That’s not cool, either.

…

*sigh* I really give up even trying to post, actually. It isn’t quite working out right now. Anything to push the Thanksgiving shit further down, but nevermind. Flame on, assorted freaks and disgruntled porno-ssiers.