Espola's newest neighborhood

You seem to attract assholes.
I wonder why.

You almost got that right - I don't run away from assholes. That's how the whole Scott Abraham thing got so bad - so bad that I made a point of bringing it up during job interviews, just in case they were going to do an online history search. I guess it is no longer unusual for people to be the target of internet assholes, but in 2000 or so it was just a beginning thing.

Brief history - I had internet access at work starting around 1992 - SAIC had an early www page associated with their support of San Diego Yacht Club's America's Cup defense (executives of the company who were SDYC members gave so much money to the defense that we got to have the actual Cup in its plexiglass traveling case at the annual stockholders meeting and other employee meetings for a couple of years). In 1996 Cox Cable started offering internet access in Poway where we lived and I was one of the first to sign up. One of the first things I did online was to look up skiing resources, and I discovered the usenet group rec.skiing.alpine. Usenet is a peer-to-peer communication linkage founded about 1980 that allowed users email-like communication grouped in common-interest hierarchies, leading to groups with names like comp.software or sci.physics. Most users were located at universities (and had email and usenet addresses that ended in .edu), government labs (.gov), military installations (.mil), or private companies with government/military contracts that benefitted from or required the connection (.com). Naturally the users also developed spare time newsgroups, which led to the rec.* groups. and rec.skiing had been around for about 10 years by the time I got a home connection (Cox's first home service was cleverly called @Home) and had already had establishment votes for subgroups like rec.skiing.alpine, rec.skiing.nordic, and rec.skiing.snowboard.

Anyway -- the company that provided email and newsgroup services to Cox, @Home.com, went bankrupt after a couple of years so Cox reconfigured its email service as an in-house function. As a result, I lost connection to all Usenet groups for a time, until my sister-in-law, who was a customer service rep for Cox, came to visit near Christmas 1999. She asked me how I liked the service, and when I told her about the loss of connection to usenet she sat down at my keyboard and had me hooked up within a few minutes. Hoo boy! - 1999 had been a big bad year for RSA - because of an incident at Whistler Ski Resort in British Columbia, the group had more or less split into 2 factions - those who supported Scott Abraham (then working as the moderator of K2 Skis web page) and an Australian ski instructor named Anthea Kerrison in an argument over free lift tickets to an obscure Canadian ski resort. Those like me who stumbled in late and tried to mediate things back to the happy community it had once been were quickly swept by SA into the enemy camp. During my absence from the group, things had gotten so bad that people on both sides had been fired from their jobs for abusing their company computer connections, online threats of violence had been posted, SA had brought in a semi-retired lawyer friend Bert Hoff, and the Seattle Police had launched an effort to mediate (SA and BH lived in Seattle, as did some of the other participants). Both sides filed for restraining orders in a Seattle court, and the judge after hearing bioth sides's arguments, ordered SA to stay off usenet and other public computer connections for a year - the first time that had ever happened. SA didn't even slow down - he created several online alternate identities (like Bob Aloobob) who "supported" SA's position in a way that was transparent to anyone who had been paying attention. Totally by accident, in a response to one of my rsa posts after SA's year-long banishment had expired, he admitted being the author of one of the messages I was quoting - one that had been posted by Bob during the period of SA's legal banishment, thus putting him at risk of legal punishment. I ended up being one of SA's online enemies, which after a while became a daily recreation fr both of us - thus the warning to any prospective employer.
 
You almost got that right - I don't run away from assholes. That's how the whole Scott Abraham thing got so bad - so bad that I made a point of bringing it up during job interviews, just in case they were going to do an online history search. I guess it is no longer unusual for people to be the target of internet assholes, but in 2000 or so it was just a beginning thing.

Brief history - I had internet access at work starting around 1992 - SAIC had an early www page associated with their support of San Diego Yacht Club's America's Cup defense (executives of the company who were SDYC members gave so much money to the defense that we got to have the actual Cup in its plexiglass traveling case at the annual stockholders meeting and other employee meetings for a couple of years). In 1996 Cox Cable started offering internet access in Poway where we lived and I was one of the first to sign up. One of the first things I did online was to look up skiing resources, and I discovered the usenet group rec.skiing.alpine. Usenet is a peer-to-peer communication linkage founded about 1980 that allowed users email-like communication grouped in common-interest hierarchies, leading to groups with names like comp.software or sci.physics. Most users were located at universities (and had email and usenet addresses that ended in .edu), government labs (.gov), military installations (.mil), or private companies with government/military contracts that benefitted from or required the connection (.com). Naturally the users also developed spare time newsgroups, which led to the rec.* groups. and rec.skiing had been around for about 10 years by the time I got a home connection (Cox's first home service was cleverly called @Home) and had already had establishment votes for subgroups like rec.skiing.alpine, rec.skiing.nordic, and rec.skiing.snowboard.

Anyway -- the company that provided email and newsgroup services to Cox, @Home.com, went bankrupt after a couple of years so Cox reconfigured its email service as an in-house function. As a result, I lost connection to all Usenet groups for a time, until my sister-in-law, who was a customer service rep for Cox, came to visit near Christmas 1999. She asked me how I liked the service, and when I told her about the loss of connection to usenet she sat down at my keyboard and had me hooked up within a few minutes. Hoo boy! - 1999 had been a big bad year for RSA - because of an incident at Whistler Ski Resort in British Columbia, the group had more or less split into 2 factions - those who supported Scott Abraham (then working as the moderator of K2 Skis web page) and an Australian ski instructor named Anthea Kerrison in an argument over free lift tickets to an obscure Canadian ski resort. Those like me who stumbled in late and tried to mediate things back to the happy community it had once been were quickly swept by SA into the enemy camp. During my absence from the group, things had gotten so bad that people on both sides had been fired from their jobs for abusing their company computer connections, online threats of violence had been posted, SA had brought in a semi-retired lawyer friend Bert Hoff, and the Seattle Police had launched an effort to mediate (SA and BH lived in Seattle, as did some of the other participants). Both sides filed for restraining orders in a Seattle court, and the judge after hearing bioth sides's arguments, ordered SA to stay off usenet and other public computer connections for a year - the first time that had ever happened. SA didn't even slow down - he created several online alternate identities (like Bob Aloobob) who "supported" SA's position in a way that was transparent to anyone who had been paying attention. Totally by accident, in a response to one of my rsa posts after SA's year-long banishment had expired, he admitted being the author of one of the messages I was quoting - one that had been posted by Bob during the period of SA's legal banishment, thus putting him at risk of legal punishment. I ended up being one of SA's online enemies, which after a while became a daily recreation fr both of us - thus the warning to any prospective employer.
. . . and I thought things got bad in here.
 
Gee, I just got "unfriended" on Facebook by a guy with whom I have been communicating since the days of usenet, long before there was a Facebook. Apparently it was because he didn't like that I disagreed with him about CNN.


Your reputation precedes you yet again....
 
You almost got that right - I don't run away from assholes. That's how the whole Scott Abraham thing got so bad - so bad that I made a point of bringing it up during job interviews, just in case they were going to do an online history search. I guess it is no longer unusual for people to be the target of internet assholes, but in 2000 or so it was just a beginning thing.

Brief history - I had internet access at work starting around 1992 - SAIC had an early www page associated with their support of San Diego Yacht Club's America's Cup defense (executives of the company who were SDYC members gave so much money to the defense that we got to have the actual Cup in its plexiglass traveling case at the annual stockholders meeting and other employee meetings for a couple of years). In 1996 Cox Cable started offering internet access in Poway where we lived and I was one of the first to sign up. One of the first things I did online was to look up skiing resources, and I discovered the usenet group rec.skiing.alpine. Usenet is a peer-to-peer communication linkage founded about 1980 that allowed users email-like communication grouped in common-interest hierarchies, leading to groups with names like comp.software or sci.physics. Most users were located at universities (and had email and usenet addresses that ended in .edu), government labs (.gov), military installations (.mil), or private companies with government/military contracts that benefitted from or required the connection (.com). Naturally the users also developed spare time newsgroups, which led to the rec.* groups. and rec.skiing had been around for about 10 years by the time I got a home connection (Cox's first home service was cleverly called @Home) and had already had establishment votes for subgroups like rec.skiing.alpine, rec.skiing.nordic, and rec.skiing.snowboard.

Anyway -- the company that provided email and newsgroup services to Cox, @Home.com, went bankrupt after a couple of years so Cox reconfigured its email service as an in-house function. As a result, I lost connection to all Usenet groups for a time, until my sister-in-law, who was a customer service rep for Cox, came to visit near Christmas 1999. She asked me how I liked the service, and when I told her about the loss of connection to usenet she sat down at my keyboard and had me hooked up within a few minutes. Hoo boy! - 1999 had been a big bad year for RSA - because of an incident at Whistler Ski Resort in British Columbia, the group had more or less split into 2 factions - those who supported Scott Abraham (then working as the moderator of K2 Skis web page) and an Australian ski instructor named Anthea Kerrison in an argument over free lift tickets to an obscure Canadian ski resort. Those like me who stumbled in late and tried to mediate things back to the happy community it had once been were quickly swept by SA into the enemy camp. During my absence from the group, things had gotten so bad that people on both sides had been fired from their jobs for abusing their company computer connections, online threats of violence had been posted, SA had brought in a semi-retired lawyer friend Bert Hoff, and the Seattle Police had launched an effort to mediate (SA and BH lived in Seattle, as did some of the other participants). Both sides filed for restraining orders in a Seattle court, and the judge after hearing bioth sides's arguments, ordered SA to stay off usenet and other public computer connections for a year - the first time that had ever happened. SA didn't even slow down - he created several online alternate identities (like Bob Aloobob) who "supported" SA's position in a way that was transparent to anyone who had been paying attention. Totally by accident, in a response to one of my rsa posts after SA's year-long banishment had expired, he admitted being the author of one of the messages I was quoting - one that had been posted by Bob during the period of SA's legal banishment, thus putting him at risk of legal punishment. I ended up being one of SA's online enemies, which after a while became a daily recreation fr both of us - thus the warning to any prospective employer.


Seems you are still doing the same thing as High School ....egging on the Fighters to Fight.
The pattern is consistent.
 
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I will play along in ignoring the red, bolded, italicized and underlined reading between the lines and simply offer this.

The fellow on the far left appears to me to be a member of the 1%. And given the continuing codes and unwritten ground rules amongst the 1%, I’d go with a certain organization associated with the number 81. Amirite or amirite?

That being said, your restraint in putting up with the cabal of nincompoops here is admirable. And your expectation that the local police are taking your recent assault claim seriously is not factoring in their bias in thinking you’re a full patched rider. Not to mention why the golf course where you’ve been stealing golf balls is reluctant to seek felony charges against you.

$500 of beer is being anonymously donated to the HA El Cajon clubhouse.
 
I will play along in ignoring the red, bolded, italicized and underlined reading between the lines and simply offer this.

The fellow on the far left appears to me to be a member of the 1%. And given the continuing codes and unwritten ground rules amongst the 1%, I’d go with a certain organization associated with the number 81. Amirite or amirite?

That being said, your restraint in putting up with the cabal of nincompoops here is admirable. And your expectation that the local police are taking your recent assault claim seriously is not factoring in their bias in thinking you’re a full patched rider. Not to mention why the golf course where you’ve been stealing golf balls is reluctant to seek felony charges against you.

$500 of beer is being anonymously donated to the HA El Cajon clubhouse.
Ive never heard of an HA get knocked down by a homeless guy.
Could be a first.
 
I will play along in ignoring the red, bolded, italicized and underlined reading between It took me all day to understand this. the lines and simply offer this.

The fellow on the far left appears to me to be a member of the 1%. And given the continuing codes and unwritten ground rules amongst the 1%, I’d go with a certain organization associated with the number 81. Amirite or amirite?

That being said, your restraint in putting up with the cabal of nincompoops here is admirable. And your expectation that the local police are taking your recent assault claim seriously is not factoring in their bias in thinking you’re a full patched rider. Not to mention why the golf course where you’ve been stealing golf balls is reluctant to seek felony charges against you.

$500 of beer is being anonymously donated to the HA El Cajon clubhouse.

It took me all day to understand this, which gives me some concern about the neurology exam I am scheduled for tomorrow AM. Getting ready for that, I found some discharge papers from the hospital that I apparently initialed and signed in various places, but that I don't remember ever seeing before a few minutes ago.
 
It took me all day to understand this, which gives me some concern about the neurology exam I am scheduled for tomorrow AM. Getting ready for that, I found some discharge papers from the hospital that I apparently initialed and signed in various places, but that I don't remember ever seeing before a few minutes ago.
I’ve never thought about the legal enforcement of signing medical releases following neurological episodes. Of course you’ve agreed to binding arbitration, that’s a given. So no bench or jury trial, but they make you sign before you leave, and you’re still under some varying degree of mental incapacity.

Anyway. My ridiculous innuendo that you’re a full patch member of the most notorious outlaw motorcycle club in the world is all in jest. You’ll come to realize this as your memory returns.
 
Ive never heard of an HA get knocked down by a homeless guy.
Could be a first.

One of my Pt Mugu NAS buddies got his discharge while still stationed there, mid 70's. In 1980 he got married to a girl he had met while attending Santa Barbara City College. Her family lived in Rancho Santa Fe, where her father was a stockbroker. They held a Saturday party/Sunday wedding in the family backyard. Over that weekend I hooked up again with several other guys who were enlisted sailors at the same time at Pt Mugu, including one guy who had joined the Ventura Hells Angels. Sunday AM several of the guys who were hung over from the Saturday PM party were standing around the driveway of the of the house passing around various hairs of various dogs when the groom came out and talked us all into going to the backyard so they could start the ceremonies. I am sure the visiting NY family members had good stories to tell the folks back home about their cousin's new hubby, a hippie carpenter, and their friends the California surfers, bikers, dopers and college students.
 
I’ve never thought about the legal enforcement of signing medical releases following neurological episodes. Of course you’ve agreed to binding arbitration, that’s a given. So no bench or jury trial, but they make you sign before you leave, and you’re still under some varying degree of mental incapacity.

Anyway. My ridiculous innuendo that you’re a full patch member of the most notorious outlaw motorcycle club in the world is all in jest. You’ll come to realize this as your memory returns.

If they just settle for the Medicare and supplemental coverage, I have already paid my side of the insurance wager. Plus I paid (or maybe it was my son who paid - don't remember) the $60 for the first month's prescription Saturday.

If I get a biker club invite, could I offer the golf ball salvage as proof I have already committed the required initiation felony? Then all I would need is a bike.
 
If they just settle for the Medicare and supplemental coverage, I have already paid my side of the insurance wager. Plus I paid (or maybe it was my son who paid - don't remember) the $60 for the first month's prescription Saturday.

If I get a biker club invite, could I offer the golf ball Theft as proof I have already committed the required initiation felony? Then all I would need is a bike.

81's don't associate with " Your " type......
 
Espola, make sure you turn on your "find my phone" location features on in your phone. If your blacking out for days, probably want a way to be located if you go... wandering.

Sorry that you got mugged. Pretty cool that you beat him off you. My hat off to your magnanimity amigo.
 
Espola, make sure you turn on your "find my phone" location features on in your phone. If your blacking out for days, probably want a way to be located if you go... wandering.

Sorry that you got mugged. Pretty cool that you beat him off you. My hat off to your magnanimity amigo.

None of the police who are investigating the assault have suggested that my behavior was in any way criminal, although I must admit that if my assailant had collapsed bleeding after the second blow I would have hit him again more than once before calling 911. When I called the lead detective back after my hospital episode, one of his questions was whether any of the doctors could link the attack to the collapse 8 days later. The answer is no, but the answer is really "We don't know". It turns out from a lifestyle viewpoint that it is better if DMV believes that the collapse is a one-time thing caused by being punched in the head rather than something else that makes them more nervous for public safety, like late-onset epilepsy. The neurologist I saw yesterday admitted he didn't know what caused it despite three CT scans (brain, upper spine, lower spine), a complete EEG session, and an MRI of my head before they let me out the door. There is no bleeding or blood clot visible, and no significant congenital abnormality (my right jugular sinus is larger than my left jugular sinus, but not out of the range of normal variation.

So I have had one documented episode of seizures in 71 years, and I am now taking a prescription anti-seizure medicine, and the DMV should suddenly be concerned? In any event, I am scheduled for a followup EEG Oct 1.

My wife is on an international trip (she is helping organize one of the first, if not THE first, international real estate conferences ever held in Hanoi - apparently the Viet Minh follow-ons have enough money they want to invest, or they want to attract outside investors in VN RE). She is so committed to this conference being seen as a success that she ignored the fact that it opens on our 30th wedding anniversary. I had planned to rub that in by taking a week-long driving trip by myself up through the Sierra Nevada National Parks, a couple of days with my kids in Sacramento, and then return via the newly repaired Big Sur road just in time to pick her up at the airport on her return, but now I'm losing 4-1 in the family council on the question "Dad shouldn't drive". At the same time, my daughter is on a 9-day trip to Spain, which she offered to cancel so she could come to SD and be my driver for a while.
 
Espola, make sure you turn on your "find my phone" location features on in your phone. If your blacking out for days, probably want a way to be located if you go... wandering.

Sorry that you got mugged. Pretty cool that you beat him off you. My hat off to your magnanimity amigo.
When I grow up I wanna be just like E! He's tough, courageous and doesn't suffer fools gladly, like the Trump nut-suckers in here.
 
Since NAFTA is in the news, this film may be of interest.

https://www.nfb.ca/film/two_countries_one_street/

The calendar in one scene says December 1954. My family moved to Derby in August 1956. Hope Greenwood, the youngest of the Greenwood sisters show in Beebe, was my high school girlfriend a few years after the filming, right at about the time we moved to New Hampshire, so we traded letters for a couple of months.
 
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I’m just thrilled that Amazon is marketing recycled golf balls in the ad banners in this thread.

Cheerio to the wily entrepreneurs at the start of this stream of commerce foraging along private golf resort fairways to gather their sordid yet gently used quarry.
 
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