“Anonymous” Cyber Trolls, Look Out Below!

An Internet troll in action: anonymous, gleeful, and hiding behind a screen like The Wizard of Oz and his curtain.

An Internet troll in action: falsely anonymous, gleeful, and hiding behind a screen like The Wizard of Oz and his curtain.

Internet trolls may be a public nuisance, but they sure do make me laugh.  You remember how, in the Harry Potter books, trolls are among the least bright of the magical creatures?

Sometimes art imitates life.  An Internet troll in action, like the mythical counterpart, is blustery but brainless, believes him or herself to be anonymous, is gleeful, and hides behind a computer screen, just like the Wizard of Oz, a blowhard who – as we all know – took refuge behind a curtain.  Computer screen or curtain – I can’t help but laugh as I write this and wonder which one is wimpier and, therefore, worse?

However, it’s not hard at all to uncover the identity of a troll.

All you need is the IP address of the computer from which they’re wreaking havoc.

That’s it.

Just the IP address.

Did you know that once you have that, if you know precisely where to look, as I do, you can get:

-The name of their Internet Service Provider;

-The latitude and longitude of where their computer is located;

-Their location via satellite; and, last but not least,

-The precise location of where they are writing their bullshit from?

I know it’s possible to trace all of this because I have done it, numerous times.  I nailed the locality of a friend’s stalker this way, right to the Florida city and block from which it came.  I found out, after an acquaintance died suddenly, that the last emails sent had been written from a hospice.  That particular search not only yielded exactly where those emails had originated but, by running the latitude and longitude through a map, showed the actual hospice grounds, “street view” and all.  I was able to pinpoint not just the complex.  I got the precise building within it.

I’m not only good at this.  I’m fantastic at it.  Friends have even contacted me to trace this sort of thing for them.

The worst bully I have ever known is still alive.  It’s an individual who has never been what you could call “well,” but since it’s one who is alive, when I recently found out about a certain troll’s shenanigans, directed at little me, I thought immediately of that crazy old fruit loop first.  Dollars to donuts, I bet I know who it is already, but now I’ll get some evidence and proof.

Do I know this person’s home address?  Of course.

Do I know the work address?  You better believe it!  Yes, that too!  Why, that one’s work addy was so easy to find even a wee babe sitting behind an iPad in a grammar school could have found it in ten seconds flat.  Google et voila, there it is!

Now for the fun part.  Will I hit this individual with a lawsuit if and when I’m able to prove where a certain recent Troll Maneuver came from?  Ha, what do you think?  I’m looking forward to it!  I plan on cleaning up.  So much the better if the communication in question came from their work IP address, too – I won’t just get to clean up, in that best case scenario.  I’ll also get the psycho fired.  And I won’t stop there.  Then I’ll file a second suit, this time against the employer whose computer was misused for the communique.  May as well go after the supervisor, too.  In for a penny, in for a pound.  Everybody’s name will end up a matter of court record and be easily searchable forever: the troll, the employer, the troll’s incompetent supervisor – everybody!

So, look out below, Cyber Trolls!  It turns out you’re not so anonymous after all – and one of you is on my radar screen.  A mountain of crap can land on your falsely “anonymous” head as a direct result of your actions.  In this case, it not only can – it will.  As a matter of fact, I am already planning the interior design of the condo I’m going to buy myself in Maui with all the moolah I’ll get out of you, yes, you, from the court case I’m going to be filing.  Why, the decor’s going to be a pink, yellow, white and green palette…

I can’t wait to see you in court!  For now, though, write on, my clueless little cash-cow!  The more you write, the more evidence I get!  Toodle-oo!

TEE HEE HEE!

 

Me, in action, at the  computer.  Hey, trolls: "Aloha, OY!"

Me, in action, at the computer, where I know how to trace just about anything. Hey there, Troll o’mine: “Aloha, OY!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Party I Always Wish I Had Been Born in Time to See

Revelers after an impromptu ticker-tape celebration, New York City, 70 years ago today.

Revelers after an impromptu ticker-tape celebration, New York City, 70 years ago today.

Seventy years ago today, May 8, 1945, was the day of the party I always wish I had been born in time to see.

It was V-E Day – Victory in Europe Day.  After twelve years of creating Hell, six of which involved waging war and killing soldiers and non-combatant innocents, the Nazis had finally given up, capitulated, surrendered, bowed out, were done.  Hitler-the-coward had killed himself rather than face a war crimes tribunal, and the “Thousand Year Reich” didn’t make it past this day in ’45.  The Nazis were kaput.  It certainly took long enough.

The Reign of Terror was over.

And the Allies, of course, rejoiced!

One of my favorite stories of VE-Day was told to me by my mother.  On Broad Street in Elizabeth, New Jersey, a man stood outside giving people sheets of toilet paper from a roll, joyously shouting, “Here’s to the end!  Here’s to the end!”

To anyone who answered the call, way back when, and served your country, thank you!  You’re all so inspirational to the rest of us today.  So many of you never said a word about your service after you came back, either.  You just went on with your lives as courageously as you once fought the enemy.  I was astounded to realize, only recently – often when I see where they served in their obituaries – that I grew up among children whose fathers had invaded Italy, Normandy, and islands in the Pacific.  My parents’ friend Dusty, the one who would swing a jump rope like a lariat at picnics and sing “I’m an Old Cowhand”?  He landed at Normandy!   Mom’s  friend’s husband?  He was the runner first sent ashore to scout a Pacific island right before our forces landed there!  Our neighbors in Roselle, Johnny Lanza and Eugene LaBonia?  One was part of the European campaign, the other, the Pacific.  The vice-principal of my high school, Mr. Raymond Schnitzer, the one who looked just like the hilarious Burt on the sitcom “SOAP” and would imitate his routine of making himself invisible, to the delight of the kids?  He won the Distinguished Flying Cross for bravery in the Navy!   They all made the world a better place, and had decent lives when they got back.

Tom Brokaw’s term “The Greatest Generation that any nation has ever produced” certainly did them justice.

What great parties there were all over the free world, back then, on this frabjous day, to borrow a word coined by Lewis Carroll.

Happy 70th Anniversary of VE-Day, World!

Hitler is KAPUT!  Times Square, packed to the max with happy people.

Hitler is KAPUT! Times Square, packed to the max with happy people.

Introducing WATCHBLOOMS!

Introducing Watchblooms!

Introducing Watchblooms!

Want to get a fun new fashion accessory, or better yet, two?

Take a look at these.  They’re my own creation.  I call them WATCHBLOOMS!

Or, more specifically, eight Watchblooms plus an ANNIE bag.  All are made from my photos, and there will be more fun accessories to come.

Enjoy:

http://www.zazzle.com/sequinrosette

Here's another.  There will be plenty more Watchblooms to come - enjoy!

Here’s another. There will be plenty more Watchblooms to come – enjoy!

The Netherlands Holocaust Names Memorial

"Oranje Boven" means "orange above."  Orange was the color of the Dutch royal family. The Dutch took heart from this little saying during World War II.

“Oranje Boven” means “orange above.” Orange was the color of the Dutch royal family. The Dutch took heart from this little saying during World War II.

Here is a really nice thing that people can do to commemorate victims of the Holocaust in the Netherlands on this, the 70th year of the anniversary of the liberation of Europe.

For every Holocaust survivor that I meet, I wonder about the ones that I can’t meet, that no one can ever meet again – their family members and friends who were lost.  The Netherlands Holocaust Names Memorial wants to list every person lost in the Holocaust so that they’ll never be forgotten.  You can “adopt” the name of a Holocaust victim here on the website below.  If you don’t personally know of someone who died in the Shoah, the memorial website can select one for you.  Best of all, the site has an English version, so its navigation is no problem.

Help the world remember them here:

https://www.holocaustnamenmonument.nl/en/holocaust-memorial-of-names/press/press-imagery/?_page=en/holocaust-memorial-of-names/press/press-imagery/&lang=EN

Welcome to the World, Charlotte Elizabeth Diana!

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Here she is, world: the new Princess of Cambridge, Charlotte Elizabeth Diana!

I must admit, I was hoping Diana would be her first name, not the second middle one.  Still, for Diana to be a part of her name is just plain splendiferously wonderful!  Something has been restored to all those people everywhere today who loved, and were inspired by, her stunning grandmother.

I hope she will grow up to be a lot like her grandmother Diana, with all the charm and radiance of the Princess we all lost far too soon.  I remember Diana’s work to stop land mines.  How many members of the royal family would even have thought of the danger of land mines, let alone campaigned to have them stopped?  Princess Diana was like that, though, going in where others might have feared to tread, and doing her best to improve whatever she could.  This new child’s third name is in honor of a true class act, and one that’s genuinely been missed.

You’re royally beautiful already, Princess Charlotte Elizabeth Diana.  Welcome to the World!

Gone but never forgotten: Diana, Princess of Hearts.

Gone but never forgotten: Diana, Princess of Hearts.

Event in Judy Blume’s New Book was Witnessed by My Mother and Grandfather

Judy Blume's upcoming book, IN THE UNLIKELY EVENT.

Judy Blume’s upcoming book, IN THE UNLIKELY EVENT.

I am very excited to hear that bestselling author Judy Blume has written a new book, IN THE UNLIKELY EVENT.  The book will be available in June.

Judy Blume went to the same grammar school as I did, Victor Mravlag School 21 in Elizabeth, New Jersey.  We were there a generation apart, but we had Miss Anne Tobiassen as one of our fabulous teachers.  Miss T used to tell me about Judy because she knew I loved to write, too.

And read.  I’ve always enjoyed Judy Blume’s books, not only the ones she wrote for children that I read so long ago but her adult books, especially SUMMER SISTERS.  They’re all vivid and the characters stay with me forever, but the ones in that book really hit home.  One of them reminded me so much of an old friend…

Imagine my astonishment last night when my parents contacted me to read me an article about her latest book.  IN THE UNLIKELY EVENT is based on a true sequence of events: in the three months between December 1951 and February 1952, there were not one, not two, but three plane crashes all in…the city of Elizabeth, New Jersey.

Want to hear of an unlikely event?  My mother, Mary Yoerger, and my grandfather, Teddy, were eyewitnesses to the second one.  In fact, they not only witnessed the crash, but were the first two people to reach the scene.

My mother told me last night that she and her father had been sitting on the porch of their house on Grove Street and New York Avenue in Elizabeth when they saw a plane flying far too low over their house.  “I think that one’s having trouble,” my mother said to the man I would later call my Pop Pop.

Suddenly they heard an enormous explosion.

“Let’s go!” Teddy said to his daughter, and they ran right to the car.

“If my mother had been home,” Mom said, “she never would have let us go to the scene of a plane crash.  But she hadn’t come back from work yet, so off we went.”

They found that the plane had crashed by Battin High School.

“It was strange,” my mother reported, “but when we got there, nobody was there yet.  The nuns from the St. Mary’s convent were right by the crash site, but they didn’t come out to see what was going on.  There was no one but my father and me.”

The two of them edged closer to the crash site.  Finally a police officer materialized, one who knew them.  “Teddy and Mary, get back,” he said.  “You don’t want to be near it if it explodes further.”

They did, and lived to tell the tale.

I’ve known this story for a long time, but until last night I had no idea there were three crashes in Elizabeth within three months.  I can fully understand why Judy Blume has used these events for the basis of a new novel, which will recount how the three crashes impacted a family.  What fun, though, to find out that this particular story also packed a wallop in mine!

I can hardly wait to read this book!

My mother, Mary Yoerger, at about the time of the first plane crash in 1951.

My mother, Mary Yoerger, at about the time of the first plane crash in 1951.

My grandfather, Teddy Yoerger.

My grandfather, Teddy Yoerger.

Thirty-One Online Party Events: Like a Tupperware Party for the Digital Age!

One of many attractive items available from Thirty-One!

One of many attractive items available from Thirty-One!

I want to recommend a really fun way to get “together” with your friends – virtually – and have a “party” right on your computer.

Many moons ago, I grew up around the corner from a delightful little girl named Ellen Scher Weitzenhofer, who is now a representative for Thirty-One, a company that has parties where you can buy attractive bags and organizing supplies.  The parties can be either in person or online.

The online parties are like good old-fashioned Tupperware parties – but they’re through the computer and right in keeping with the digital age!  Woo-HOO!

It was my pleasure to “host” one, and it was a blast!  Ellen ran an enjoyable event right through a Facebook page and several of us got the chance to buy some very cool items.  Naturally, if you are the party’s “hostess,” you get to be eligible for some special items, too.

Take a look.  Here is Ellen’s link, and I recommend her highly.  Let her run a party for your friends, too – and enjoy!

http://www.mythirtyone.com/ellenlovesbags