For those of you who came here by accident, or don't know what the hell this is about, I'll give you a recap. Last Tuesday (8/12/97) I was mailbombed a message so terribly trite that I couldn't understand why someone would want to send it anonymously. A couple of days later he wrote again and gave himself a name, Jack, so I refer to him as Pig Vomit Jack.


Today is Sunday 8/17. I got more mail from my friend Pig Vomit Jack this afternoon. He informs me at the end of the message that he isn't "Jack" and he'd prefer to go by "Bastile." So I will call him Pig Vomit Jack-Bastile.

He begins by telling me that the other letters I receieved on Friday were not from him. The tone of the messages is similar. The writing style is similar. Even the diction is similar. But I have no address to go from (all are from the same bogus address) so there's nothing to show me that they're not all from Pig Vomit Jack-Bastile.

His messages are bereft of paragraphing, making it rather difficult to divide the message up, so please bear with me.

Pig Vomit Jack-Bastile has the good grace to inform me that because I respond to my e-mail that I am void of "boyfriend, friends, life, hobbies, jobs, interests, or anything," that he has placed me as being 20+ and still living at home, and that I must not have the time to like anything because I have a web page expressing an opinion in an off-the-wall way.

I'd like to inform you that I have all of the following:
  • a boyfriend (who would like to send another message to Pig Vomit Jack-Bastile: "Yeramotherfucker!");
  • friends (I went to a Rocky Show - RHPS, not Rocky the movie - last night. The show wasn't the best I've seen, but it was still Rocky);
  • a life (I'm running off to college in September and looking forward to it);
  • hobbies (I've got music, I read books, I go out with friends, I look for wierd sites on the Internet, and I maintain a web-page. Yes, a web page counts as a hobby);
  • a job (a $9 an hour job making web pages at an aerospace company in the area; the manager who was looking for someone saw my site and loved it; this page is the reason I now make $350 a week);
  • interests (music, books, magazines, the Internet, web pages, movies, SCUBA diving, all sorts of things.);
I am 18 years old (as of June). I still live at home because, until 2 months ago, I was a minor, and my parents were legally responsible for seeing to my well being. I'll be living in the dorms at school, not at home, which will be very nice; you've gotta leave sometime, you might as well enjoy it.

And I have plenty of time to like things, and spend a whole lotta time liking them. Music is one of them. I really enjoy music immensely. I went to my first real concert at the end of June (OzzFest 97). It was awesome. (I saw Alanis Morissette 6/96, but I wasn't nearly as impressed by that one as I was by OzzFest.) I read all sorts of stuff, from foreign newspapers to domestic novels. (If you've never read a paper from the UK you might want to consider it. It's amazing how differently US events are seen there.) I don't watch TV very much or very often. All the media I need I can get through printed sources.

(My, this has turned into something of an autobiography, hasn't it?)

But back to Pig Vomit Jack-Bastile's latest message.

Pig Vomit Jack-Bastile seems to be stung by my words and my refusal to post his messages. He emphatically tells me that my page is worthless and that no one comes here except when there's nothing else for them to do. Well, almost 1700 people have been pretty bored in the last 5 months, haven't they? And I don't give much of a damn why people come to my page. Many come in disgust, many come out of curiosity, many come for no reason at all. I don't care why people come here as long as they don't bitch at me about it if they don't like it.

Pig Vomit Jack-Bastile also had this to say:
"Now finish the bullshit you're writing and dont post the good parts. Just hide the parts you dont like. Hide like the dork/geek/loser you are. Hide and cry to yourself. Dont post it and write about the mistakes I make or how YOU "Siskle & Ebert" found the faults in my letter and my rhetorical bullshit or how you dont like it. I dont care, cuz you cant beat me, you cant beat anyone."
I don't understand what I'm hiding? Everything Pig Vomit Jack-Bastile has had to say can be found in other letters in the mail section. There is nothing original here at all. Pig Vomit Jack-Bastile insults my intelligence, he insults my physical attributes, he insults my opinions. He calls me childish names, he rants about how terrible my page is, he showers me with arrogance and assumes that I am so hurt by his words that I can't bear to post them. Go read some other mail, especially that on morons3.html. It's all the same stuff, unoriginal, unentertaining, and uncalled for.

I must admit, though, that Pig Vomit Jack-Bastile does have impeccable grammar and spelling. I've never said otherwise. In fact, if I've implied it, I take it back right now. He is a chicken-shit pussy for not sending mail from any real address, but he certainly can spell and manilpulate the english language with some skill. I'm sure his parents are very proud.

To continue:
"Make your comments, hide my letter, correct my spelling, have your fun, but if you have the balls you say you got, post the whole letter and let people judge it. Try it. You cant hurt me. But I can to you cuz theres one diffence between us... I dont give a shit, you do..."
Pig Vomit Jack-Bastile can't seem to understand that I will not post his message(s) until he gives me a real e-mail address to go from. When he gives me that I may take down these commentaries and replace them with his message(s) or simply post his messages somewhere.

Also, I don't understand why he is so hell-bent on getting me to post his messages if, as he says "No one cares." If no one cares about my page, why would it matter to Pig Vomit Jack-Bastile that I don't post it? How can people judge something they never see?

If I had balls, I would be a hermaphrodite. As I do not have balls, I am not a hermaphrodite. I have guts. I have nerve. I am, however, void of balls.

And finally, I'd like to explain to all of you out there that I don't give a shit at all. I've had this page up since March. I've been getting hate-mail since March. If I was really being hurt by what these morons have to say, I would have ditched the page a long time ago. As it happened, the hate-mail got so blindingly stupid, I decided to post it. I don't mourn not having mail to post. This is a hobby, as I've said a hundred times before. This is not what I do with my life. If Drew or Gwen was to slap me with a lawsuit, I'd take the page down and never think twice about it. There are other things to do with a web page. I know this. I don't have the time right now to renovate this page.

If Pig Vomit Jack-Bastile is so determined to get his messages onto my page all he needs to do is send me a message with his real e-mail address, and I'll consider the notion. As it stands, Pig Vomit Jack-Bastile is still hiding behind anonymous addresses like the pussy he is.

No. You don't get a link.