As I was saying to Quinn just now, it’s good to know that in this age of uncertainty, when new-media heroes rise and fall faster than their socks, there are still some people you can rely on: the ones who are convinced that a homosexual elite is running the British Internet. One particular ambassador to The Land Of The Queer Jackboot has been harrassing various friends of mine, on and off, for several years now. I don’t want to invoke him, but let’s just say he’s infamous across several UK mailing lists for his intense streams of vicious phone calls and emails, not to mention a bipolar instability akin to a crackerjack compass needle.
He’s been calling and mailing Quinn pretty much non-stop for the past week or so, making all kinds of bizarre accusations and innuendos. (Apparently he was terribly disappointed to discover that Quinn is both female and Danny’s real wife. Must have ruined his wild three-boys-in-a-bed fantasies.) And being Quinn, rather than trying to run from this nutter, she’s blogging about it, and asking for all the traffic she can get. (So at least she’s guaranteed Dave Winer’s support. Hey, maybe we can set him and Ian off against each other. I’d pay to watch that.) She has also asked me to spank her regularly if she doesn’t keep it updated. This blogging lark gets better every day!
To echo the stalker’s own sign-off: Without prejudice!