Loser Magnet

[plonq]

Sometimes the song Loser Magnet by Noise Therapy hits a little too close to home.

I got up this morning and fired up Twitter to find a flurry of activity on my feed. Somebody and his friends sent me a bunch of angry tweets, accusing me of "hacking" one of them. My best guess is that they were located in western Europe, because some of their tweets appeared to be in one of the Germanic languages (I didn't bother running it through Google Translate to figure out which language). I assumed that it was a mis-tweet, or a joke, so I took a screen shot of the accusations and said (in my own feed, not in reply to them) "If by 'hacked' he means 'had never heard of him before in my life' then this might have some traction."

Apparently, his group of mates were stalking my twitter feed at this point, and they responded with a new wave of accusations, and even threatened to call the police.

I did what any rational person would do that that point and just blocked the lot of them. I know that there are others out there that use the online handle "Plonq", and I assume that one of those people may have got up to some nefarious deeds. These geniuses must have gone flocking to twitter, found the first account with that handle and assume that I was their culprit. One of them created a sock puppet with which I assume he planned to harass me some more, so I blocked that too.

I've heard nothing further, so I'm hoping they managed to assemble enough brain cells between them to figure out that they had randomly targeted the wrong person.

But I'm not holding my breath.


I admit that I like the colour of hibiscus tea more than I like the flavour of it.

Comments

[frith]

Ooo! Blue house, refracting through the glass handle. My house was heading to that shade of blue but I had the painter lighten it.

Twitter? Hmph.

[plonq]

The house isn't quite that shade of blue in person - a bit lighter. I played around with a bit of HDR to bring out the tea more clearly, though. I over-steeped the tea a bit while I was getting things ready for the picture, so it was darker than I'd intended.