Tuesday, April 24, 2001
[ 04:26 p.m. ]
lost in a sea of crap
have you ever done a search for your own name on the internet? i just did, and while perusing through the list i stumbled upon this utterly gripping entry on a message board...
"I recently had a very bad experience in my dealings with Daniel Strong of Fort Worth, TX. Here is my story:
Back in August I saw and ad posted on Reptiles Online Classifieds for ball python morphs for sale/trade. I recognized the name as a person who lived in the same area I did and emailed him. He was interested in some leopard geckos so we set up a trade. I traded him 1.0 albino, 0.1 blizzard, 1.0 probable het blizzard, 2.8 hypo tangerines for 0.1 het albino ball python, 0.2 probable het albino ball pythons, 1.0 het for ghost ball python. (is that the same idea as having 2.5 kids?) He came over and he seemed to me to be a very sweet and sincere person. He had what looked to be legitimate paperwork on the ball pythons and we did the trade. The next day however, we sexed the ball pythons and what was supposed to be the female 100% het albino was a male. (note how he says "we sexed," which might be an obvious reference to "sexing someone up.") This raised a red flag in my mind and I called the phone number on the receipt he had provided me with. I spoke to this person for about 20 minutes and he said he was sorry but he had NEVER traded or sold Daniel Strong ANY het albino ball pythons. Needless to say I was upset and wanted to trade animals back I called Daniel and he tried to put me off saying stuff like, "Well there is no doubt in my mind that these animals are what I said.." and "Why don't you let me talk to _________, maybe he is mistaken..". I said no, I just wanted my animals back and he said no problem, he would return them to me the next evening. The next night he didn't even show up, he had his girlfriend bring the animals and 4 of the tangerine leos were missing. I told her that I was keeping the 1.0 het ghost (yeah, right!) ball python until I got my 4 geckos back. I also told her to have Daniel call me so we could figure this out. Needless to say, he didn't call and when I emailed him and asked him why he didn't return all of my geckos his response was "I gave all your animals back to you, I don't know what you're talking about..
Several weeks went by and I had been diligently checking the ads on Reptiles Online. I figured it wouldn't be long before he posted the stolen leos for sale/trade. Last week I checked an ad posted by someone named "Amanda". It just happened to contain the same animals Daniel always advertised only this time the ad contained LEOPARD GECKO MORPHS. Imagine that! (indeed, imagine that!) I had a friend email "Amanda" and ask what leopard geckos "she" had and after several emails back and forth he finally sent pictures of them. Sure enough they were the geckos he had stolen from me back in August. He even had the nerve to say that he produced these animals and that they were from the David Nieves tangerine bloodline. (are you telling me this man David "bred" these aminals himself?) He was right about the bloodline part of it. (but of course.) My friend and I set up a sting operation and boy was Daniel surprised to see me! (cue the sherlock holmes-esque "ah HA!") The worst part is he still kept denying it, saying "Those aren't yours, I swear.." Also two of the three I got back are dying, they appear to have not been fed much while in his "care". And he still has one of my animals, I'll probably never see it again.
I do have documentation on all of this mess, including all email correspondence. If anyone would like more info or proof of this, I have more than enough and will be glad to provide info to anyone who asks. (i might very well take him up on his little offer.)
Beware of Daniel Strong. strongdr@flash.net, anilover40@hotmail.com. He not a good person and has forged documents, stolen animals, mistreated animals and LIED because of his greed.
Thanks for reading this, it helps to get it off my chest, hopefully it will help avoid another unwary herper from getting scammed." (i want to be a "herper." whatever the hell that is, i'm sure it involves a person that has dealings with the purchasing/selling/trading of reptiles.)
RE: "I don't have documentation to back up my story, but let me second the warning. Daniel Strong is bad news. He knows it as well. New to herps, but not to scams."
Jeff
what a fascinating story! no, i do not live in Fort Worth TX, nor do i practice the art of selling and or trading reptiles. be sure to watch out for that guy, he's a rascally fell'r.
Monday, April 16, 2001
[ 09:16 p.m. ]
yes
i don't understand soap on a rope.
Monday, April 16, 2001
[ 09:03 p.m. ]
stuff :: by daniel
a few random acts of semantecism... (is that a word?)
when you look at someone, which eye do you look at? do you look at the left one, the right one, or are you one of those people that try to look at both of them at the same time back and forth but end up looking like you're having some sort of eye spasm? people are amusing sometimes.
i've asked this question of other people quite frequently, but i haven't asked the populous as of yet... you know how you get wrinkles when you get out of a pool, hot tub, or other container of mass amounts of water? when you get old, do you get wrinkles on your wrinkles, or do you just not get wrinkles at all?
Friday, April 13, 2001
[ 12:37 p.m. ]
SOAP
i like soap. no, wait... i love soap. i love it's smooth, moisturizing, yet sensuous feeling between my hands. i love how it comes in all shapes, sizes and colors. not to mention fragrances. from the rather large, pink "fight club-esque" bar of soap in my shower, to the dispensible vial of sweet pacific perfume in my bathroom. i even like dishwashing soap. it's like washing your hands with syrup. only it isn't sticky, and it doesn't make you smell like a pancake. however... i am not very fond of the soap in my school's bathroom. it is shere blasphemy in the eyes of The Soap God. putrid, green splats of non-interesting liquid cleansing material. why can't it be more like the soap in the bathrooms in the other buildings? that metallic, silvery blue in the Student Union is perhaps the most interesting one to gawk at. indeed, i wash my hands every 15 minutes, i'll admit. yes, i feel the foul creatures of the night have infected me with their deathly, mind-rotting stench. and yes of course i'm somewhat unstable. but soap is what i love, and soap loves me. so fuck off.
p.s. my math teacher told us the other day that 48 + 22 was 90.
Thursday, March 29, 2001
[ 04:19 p.m. ]
massive piles of gooey, sticky knowledge
a full explanation of the probable cause of "brain freeze" by none other than Fain from Strain Theory...
"The way I understand it is that the coldness causes the blood vessels on the roof of your mouth to contract/constrict, thus decreasing the blood flow to other parts of your head. This is much the same thing that happens when you get a migraine, except the constricted vessels are not usually the ones on the roof of your mouth. So, in sum, it's a temporary, cold-induced migraine.
There was a hypothesis going around that it is impossible to get brain freeze when the temperature is below freezing. I would think that the fact that your body temperature is still above freezing would make that hypothesis invalid with a "well-duh" denotation. However, being that you're in the part of the country where the temperature may indeed one day fall below the melting point of ice, then it may be a fun experiment. But really, who eats ice cream in winter? It's ludicrous."
-Fain
Monday, March 26, 2001
[ 08:55 p.m. ]
three times the fun
my life has sucked up until tonight, hence the lack of recent entries. i know the fellows will be able to relate to this one, but i'm doubtful about the ladies. they'll just think it's stupid.
the other day, whilst urinating, i achieved the extremely rare "triple stream." enough said.
Tuesday, February 27, 2001
[ 06:55 p.m. ]
the monkey did it... i swear
ATTENTION: another Mr. T sighting... saw his ass on a 1-800-COLLECT commercial.
there's a pair of Magnum P.I.-esque sunglasses sitting next to me. the owner is obviously not here right now, so i'm gonna snag these bitches.
lots of inneresting little tid-bits to discuss...
what causes "brain freeze?" i know it's when you eat something too cold too fast, but why does it make your head hurt? eating something has absolutely nothing to do with your brain, so what the hell?
theoretical cure for brain freeze: stick your head in hot water. makes sense, doesn't it?
about rubber cement... my bottle says inhaling fumes may cause headache, skin irritation, nausea, confusion, and instability. instability? yes i did sniff rubber cement last night (art project), and yes i did enjoy it. it wouldn't have taken me so long to finish that project if people weren't hoggin' my god damn fumes. stupid huffers.
this one goes along with my entry just below this one...
why haven't they made an edible form of play-dough or crayons yet? everyone eats that crap, so why not make a little money off it? i can see it now... "hey billy, look what my mom packed in MY lunch today... PLAY-DOUGH!"
Tuesday, February 27, 2001
[ 06:20 p.m. ]
untitled
why don't they just make play-dough and crayons edible? they know we're gonna eat 'em anyway.
p.s. rubber cement smells like sweet candy.
Wednesday, February 14, 2001
[ 02:20 p.m. ]
salty, delicious play-dough
i seem to write about a lot of commercials i see on the television, but i thought this one was worth mentioning.
there's this new play-dough gizmo they have that's some guy's head, and when you open his mouth his tongue flops out. and they've got these molds for teeth, and you can put them in there, and use this tool to drill holes in his teeth and fill in the cavities. then this little kids rips one of the teeth out with some plyers or something and shows it to his sister. i honestly think they're running out of good ideas when they have "dentist play-dough" sets out. it's still a nifty contraption, none-the-less. i'd buy it.
Monday, February 12, 2001
[ 04:24 p.m. ]
oodles of noodles :: by daniel
lots of inneresting things to discuss...
i hope i'm not the only person who's noticed cartoon characters lack of visible genitalia. most of the animal cartoons are butt-ass naked, but where's the beef? they gotta "go" somehow, right? they can't just excrete their bodily wastes like sweat, so what do they do? do all the artists just not know how to draw genitals? is that the one thing they didn't learn how to draw back in school? i can see how some of those alien/aminal hybrid characters on most of those shows might make it more difficult to "hypothesize" what it's little privates could possibly look like. but they had to make up the rest of the character, so why not those parts? one of life's many mysteries.
this is a good one...
have you ever thought of using "oodles of noodles" as a bludgeoning weapon? being a college student, i am well experienced in the use of this fine product. it's just a brick of noodles, and a packet of powdered flavoring. i guarantee that if you threw that brick of noodles at someone hard enough you could knock them unconscious. keep that in mind. and i bet this so called "flavoring" could be easily comparable to any namebrand pepper spray.
Saturday, February 3, 2001
[ 03:59 a.m. ]
oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!
i got bored tonight, and made some nifty wastedspace desktop wallpaper. so, show your l(h)o(a)v(t)e(e) for wastedspace and download it. there's 4 of them all packed into a little zip file. shouldn't take too long. enjoy. click here for it. it's also at the bottom.
Thursday, February 2, 2001
[ 04:43 a.m. ]
bland colors and busted words
i've added some new artwork to disconnectedfate. be sure and check them out if you're innerested. the style is a bit different, but i think they're enjoyable none-the-less.
i've also decided to re-open my t-shirt company, spankwear, so check that out as well if you got the time.
Tuesday, January 30, 2001
[ 01:04 a.m. ]
the amazing balloon
have you seen that crazy-ass balloon commercial on tv? it's like this liquid crap you can blow into a balloon, and you can stick your arm through the whole balloon and it won't pop it. what the hell is that? you can blow a huge ass balloon and stick a freakin' baseball bat through the middle of it, and it just molds itself into a donut or something. any chemical that can do that has to be fuckin' nuclear. it's nothing more than an advanced nuclear organism in bottled liquid form. all these kids are gonna get some mad skin cancer or something, too. all this for only .95!
Saturday, January 27, 2001
[ 04:09 a.m. ]
nothing more than words
i've been witness to multiple acts of stupidity lately. allow me to share a few of these utterly fascinating events with you...
you know that teddy grahams commercial on tv? the one with the crazy kid? if not, allow me to explain: there's this kid, and one of his teddy grahams is "drowning" in a glass of milk. the kid then says "i'll save you!," and pulls him out. then he shoots this evil look, and fuckin' eats him. that's just so jacked up if you think about it.
about a week ago i saw human existence sink to an even lower low than usual. that home shopping channel was trying to sell a bag of 00 worth of quarters for 00. what the hell kinda crap is that? isn't that illegal? it's like trying to sell a bill for . it was one of those "fresh from the mint" bags of quarters, but that still doesn't mean jack or shit to me. you can't just go into a store with that bag and say "hey, gimme 00 worth of whatever." it just don't work that way buddy.
i just want to say that humanity is totally fucked. we're gonna get tow' up any day now, watch. my brother clued me in about KFC, and how they genetically engineer headless chickens, with smaller bones, and more meat. we're just not even supposed to be screwin' with stuff like that. we're tampering with things that aren't meant to be changed. the world is so chaotic if you really take the time to think about it. i just can't even begin to digest how much deep shit we're in. just because something doesn't suit your every waking greed-infested need, doesn't mean you have the right to change it. we don't even have to work to get our food anymore. if you're too lazy to walk to the store and buy something, then go fuck yourself. back in the day they had to catch that shit, skin it, and cook it. i could write for days about this, but frankly i haven't the energy to. to put it simply enough for all the domesticated primates to understand...
humanity = fucked. everybody = dead. when? = very soon.
Wednesday, January 10, 2001
[ 07:57 p.m. ]
i hate math
my math teacher told us today that 10% of 1000 is 10.
it's gonna be a long semester.
Thursday, January 4, 2001
[ 06:28 p.m. ]
this just in...
i understand why they have to have "the news" on tv, but i just don't understand why it has to be on at 6 o'clock. the last thing i want to hear about is someone being brutally murdered, burned, run over, or chopped into BBQ by a wood chipper while i'm trying to eat my dinner. as if simply hearing about it weren't bad enough, they then feel the need to show pictures of the event, or god forbid, a video. after hearing about a construction worker's hand getting lopped off on the job, that warm, creamy bowl of tomato soup stops looking like soup. then you start fishing around in there with your spoon looking for a finger or something at the bottom. first they waste my time with useless information, then they go and screw with my appetite. i already barely eat as it is. i don't need that crap.
Thursday, January 4, 2001
[ 02:20 a.m. ]
the 6th vowel
how is it possible that i'm in college, and i still don't know whether or not the letter "y" is a vowel? i think i got screwed in elementary school. i remember my teacher going over the vowels of the alphabet with us one day, and then saying this: "the letter 'y' is only a vowel sometimes." what the hell is that supposed to mean? because of her, i've lived my life thoroughly convinced that the letter "y" is a vowel. and according to webster's dictionary, "vowel" means:
"2 : a letter or other symbol representing a vowel -- usually used in English of a, e, i, o, u, and sometimes y."
what the hell is this supposed to MEAN? is it only a vowel when it feels like it? does it just wake up one day and decide, "hey, i kinda feel like being a vowel today."? if you just look up "y" in the dictionary, it doesn't say a thing about it being one. it's just another fuckin' conspiracy. i don't care. i'll always be convinced. i believe in ya buddy...
"the 6th vowel."
Monday, January 1, 2001
[ 02:35 a.m. ]
stop and look around
here's something for you to quietly ponder...
have you ever just stood somewhere and LOOKED around? not just looking around like, "oh, ain't that purty?," but actually really looked. everything is where it is for a specific reason. like, this pillow on the couch is right where it is because someone put it there. it's not on the right side, it's on the left side. why? those newspapers are moved aside on the kitchen table because, possibly, someone ate there and needed the space. there's a scratch on my hand for a reason. that had to happen somehow, right? this bowl is chipped because maybe someone dropped it. maybe a few years ago, or maybe today. all these things happened for a reason. everything is where it is because of something or someone. this glass i drink out of isn't here, it's over HERE. and it's only there because i put it there. i only have this glass because i was thirsty, and chose that glass. why did i pick that specific one anyway? because it was at the front of the cabinet. why was that glass put into the cabinet last instead of first? everything has a story to tell. it's not very often that people take the time to notice the smallest of things.
Monday, January 1, 2001
[ 02:22 a.m. ]
you know it's true :: by daniel
you might think i'm a nut case for this one...
did you ever see your dad's weiner when you were a kid? i think they do it on purpose. you wanna know why? so that you'll think for the rest of your life that your dad has the biggest wang on the planet. i remember i was in the bathtub one day soaking in the foamy warm water. probably between the ages of 5 and 9. then in comes dad to take a whiz. i remember staring in awe at the biggest weiner i'd ever seen in my 5-9 years of existance. then i looked down at my own little guy (emphasis on the "little" part). i haven't been the same since. for all the guys out there... the trick to this one is to do it when they're still a "little" kid. got it? got it.
Thursday, January 4, 2001
[ 02:36 a.m. ]
explain yo'self
no, they're not all gone. i just archived them because this page was getting rather lengthy. there should be a link at the bottom of this page to the old stuff.
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