This morning John Raymond Zimmerman was sentenced to a minimum of 12 years for raping 55 child sex victims he groomed through The Getaway Plan and their social media sites. The media reported that the ‘now-defunct’ band is still under investigation, but according to their website and Facebook they seem oblivious (as do their fans), and have an active touring calendar, no surprise there.

The 12 year sentence in the County Court today after pleading guilty to multiple rapes, sex acts, grooming and stalking charges, which means he’ll be almost 40 before his release. Normally nothing comes of these types of charges, and teenage girls are dismissed as groupies, yet it’s good to see that at least in Australia if you put someone on a soap box, shine a spotlight on them and call them a band it doesn’t mean they’re above the law.

He would lure young girls into sex, via webcam and in person, and then forced some to continue submitting to his depraved acts by threatening to post naked photos of them or telling friends and family. He was also charged with numerous child porn related crimes, from production, exchange, transmission and possession.

Ironically, the bands wikipedia page has managed to keep suppression on the news, with one editor having to point out that it’s in big press media and highly relevant and verifiable in hopes it wouldn’t be taken down.

It appears many new Wikipedian’s are editing the page and removing any mention of this, and most have never contributed to Wikipedia before. (Itt: The bands fans.)

From my point of view, it’s pretty lol to see a bunch of scum bags get rolled like that. It’s very, very rare you see justice in motion, especially amongst even the most Z-class celebrities Australian pub music can muster.

Edit: After a troll post on their facebook page I managed to have a chat with a few ‘ex-fans’ of theirs, and it sounds like the police investigation is far from over.

Another edit: They took down my troll post, naww.

I, like all males, have no interest in it and assumed it was just more Twifaggotry and wrote it off. But more and more people I know have spoken about how awesome it is, many are young and most have boyfriends hell many have husbands.

What I didn’t know is it’s the largest instance of mass hypocrisy and a more contemporary example of sexism against men and objectification of men, along with image crushing emotional scarring that men have forced on them more than women do in modern society.

I noticed that the demographic of fandom into this new Rice-esque vampirism of faggoty Calvin Klein models and very normal almost unthreatening female characters had caught the attention of many girls who I’d probably categorize as the type of sexist chauvinistic pig that deserves euthanasia if not at least being desexed, but I didn’t quite twig as to how prevalent it is.

The kinds of constantly single (gee, wonder why) or walking STD factories that host these marathons also rope in girls who I’d expect far better from, especially given their age or marital status.

Now I’m far from a prude, but it’s the mass hyporpcrisy and trend towards overt sexism against men about this that is really illuminated by current societal norms moving towards the hypersexualisation of females.

I don’t know a single female who wouldn’t flip their shit and get angry at their partner if they were watching porn, overtly, and didn’t give a fuck if their partner knew but hoped that the ambiguity of the brand name of porn will hide that what they’re doing is going over friends places for porn fests.

If a guy did that, he’d find himself single REALLY fast.

Then we have the flip side, women raging about body image stress from models and the like. Those models aren’t there for men to look at, they’re a clothes horse for women’s clothes for women to look at. If that gives them body issues perhaps they should take a look at the ‘expected normality’ imposed on men.

I’ve always been fit, and I’m in no means insecure, but recently having Gaines an easy 10kgs due to medication I’m on I was looking for other fit men on the same meds to see what they did and what their experiences were.

What I found was, more men are insecure to the point of emotional harm, than women in any demographic circle I’ve frequented, and more have serious depression based from this as a curvy girl is ‘womanly’ and the enduring concept of women being comforting baby pooping factories allows chub, but the image of a man has slowly drifted to steroid built protein shake and no solid food intake men al la the film “300″.

The body image of women, not addressing the super skinny but more the mean example of female image is actually something most females achieve by eating healthy and being active a couple of days a week.

The body image of men requires hormone level sabotaging, starving to below 4% body fat, living off protein shakes and exercising an hour a day with an added two hours two days a week. And that’s the regime I used just to get abdominal definition in my hey day.

Then we have the whole issue of men being judged by women, partners, friends, or even ransoms if they so much as look at porn in the privacy of their own home, not some publicly advertised smutfest of a bunch of hipster sluts like a True Blood marathon by any means.

See, men are a visual creature, women are emotional. Men are the hypersexual of the species like most male animals as in nature courting is more a case of fighting the competition off, physically overpowering and raping the female, especially after a few seasons where they know that if a boy jumps them they have the displeasure of having to carry, bare and raise their young.

Women lack these fundamental psychological and genetic dispensations and this current trend seems enforced by peer pressure, and when you follow that social network to the queen bee enforcing the peer pressure it’s always some massively Americanized Hollywood obsessed twat who eats up what the consumerist market tells her to.

This decade we’ve also seen the emergence of equality in alcoholism, longish behavior, and boarding on competitive immorality from the female gender as the male. These are all new things that I would argue objectively are alien both culturally and socially, and something that is entirely foreign to Australia on top of all that. It’s purely American culture reflecting out to other nations, and it’s entirely built by the current Gen Y obsession with conformity to what they are told by any Tom Dick and Harry is normal, and if you’re to stop and question it clearly you’re a prude, or take things too seriously, or heaven forbid, you’re having a rant, not objectively analyzing what appears to be societal decay happening giving us all a front row seat to the show.

So next time you see some chick ranting about True Blood whilst having a “OMG I LUV @MYBF SO MUCH” in her bio, pop -him- a tweet and educate him, let him know clearly her love is subjective and she doesn’t have a problem lusting after other men behind his back, even worse, doing it overtly so all her friends and those on her feed are completely aware that she doesn’t give a fuck and is proud that she spends her weekends lusting over other men behind his back, which is possibly the biggest insult as it’s public humiliation and disrespect except most men wouldn’t twig on this or even realize.

You’d feel obligated to do the same if a guy on your list kept going on about say, some inconspicuous bar he and his friends go on about as totally awesome and go to often as a group while accidentally leaving out the part that it’s a strip joint and he goes there to lust over other women while his loving girlfriend is oblivious and sitting at home. You’d not only out him but give him a good smack about the head for it.

The cancerous effect that mass consumerism at a cost to societal cohesiveness has wrought may seem not to be too drastic, but I challenge you to look below the surface at ‘ladette’ culture, female alcoholism, and the statistical surpassment of men being the more likely to cheat being flipped on it’s head. I challenge you to ask the hard questions, and ignore the victim defense of clearly women are being exploited by being convinced this is normal or even acceptable behavior. It takes two to tango.

The ladette culture as a whole I should add comes in different guises, I know many hipster wanks who are ladettes in regards to thinking it’s fine to go clubbing without their boyfriends purely because they want to play up, flirt with other men, get with other men, or overtly lust over and ‘like looking at’ other men and think that’s absolutely fine. I feel sorry for men in such relationships, especially if they legitimately love their partner and are given the mushroom treatment about any of the above information.

I definitely feel sorry if they’re scared to talk about it openly, when in reality the pressure all this puts on relationships and especially the men in them (keep in mind men have societal pressure to not be sad, depressed, suicidal, hurt, jealous, offended, or feeling insecure or disrespected as that’s ‘being a pussy’ and heaven forbid if they talk about it) causes more harm than any other social pressure, effect, disease or disorder especially on men’s psychological well being and even health.

We deserve better.

I don’t know whether it’s my latent video game trained ninja reflexes (only a ninja can sneak up on another ninja!) I managed to clutch the car, hard lock to the left, and was 0.5 seconds or less from slamming reverse, the stick was in reverse and I was just about to declutch. Fair enough that the hard lock and clutching prevented my left front wheel assembly from being fucked up, and clutching saved my transmission, driveline, etc from impact. But I’m kicking myself for not hitting reverse. One meter is all I needed and I’d have been clear.

The damage to my car was less than all the others and I took a head on 80kph colision with a 50kph lateral impact from the black car. The other two cars are statutory write offs for sure, but I hopped out and casually crawled under my car, as creepy car fanatics do (usually for mutual fondling and auto-lubbin’s) and I was actually shocked by how little damage it took.

Sure it’s the German model, sure it’s an RS, but it’s a bloody Ford Fiesta, those things are tiny. Two men could probably lift it up. My engine bay was intact, my passenger cab was intact, my chassis was unbent. My right front wheel assembly is a gonner, and there’s a lot of panel damage, but I tell you what, from a big car driver I am honestly humbled by the safety of that little thing.

I’ve seen my Falcon hit tree’s at 120 with a driver walk away but I expect that, they have a 5/5 ANCAP rating and are as safe as a house with PLENTY of crumple room. The Fiesta is about half the size or less, also shares a 5/5 ANCAP, and man did it show today. I’m just glad the airbag didn’t go off to add a broken nose to my injuries.

I injured my back and right leg in the impact, it’s exacerbated a (number of) pre-existing back injury (injuries?) from being a mental little feral kid growing up. It’s also set back my entry into the Australian Rally Championship in August, so I’m not sure what’s going to go on there, I’ll have to get in touch with my sponsors and see where they want to go with it. Either way, I guess it’s taught me a B-car is essential for rallying.

I’ve posted some pics of it on my Twitter stream, 1, 2, 3, 4, but they don’t quite do justice to the carnage of the impact. When the ambulance, fire and police arrived I was checking the wheel assembly and they thought I was a pedestrian squished between the cars. I feel guilty because two of the firey’s looked like they were legitimately shitting their pants at having a squished pedestrian. We all walked (or limped) away. Naturally the guy who caused the crash wasn’t insured, and the other party wasn’t either.

Am I the only sap who always has full comprehensive insurance on all vehicles, or what?

“Prison bosses made more money forcing inmates to play games than they do forcing people to do manual labour,” Liu told the Guardian. “There were 300 prisoners forced to play games. We worked 12-hour shifts in the camp. I heard them say they could earn 5,000-6,000rmb [£470-570] a day. We didn’t see any of the money. The computers were never turned off.”

While the idea of prisoners being forced to play video games may seem chuckleworthy, and it certainly is absurd, it is no laughing matter. Again, from the Guardian:

“If I couldn’t complete my work quota, they would punish me physically. They would make me stand with my hands raised in the air and after I returned to my dormitory they would beat me with plastic pipes. We kept playing until we could barely see things,” he said.

Goldfarming is now extremely widespread in China, where the Guardian reports nearly $2 billion in online currency was traded accounting for 80% of the world’s goldfarming. While for some of the world’s poor population, goldfarming could mean a better life, the use of prison labor is bizarre and more than a little troublesome. It also complicates international trade, since some countries refuse to accept exported goods made in prisons.

Liu speculates that many other prisoners are likely still forced into goldfarming operations, and assumes that the practice must be widespread. His belief is backed by University of California researcher Jin Ge, who describes China as “the factory of virtual goods.” One wonders how comfortable gamers would be if they knew that the items and credits purhcased for a game came at the cost of forced labor.

Update: The Telegraph reports that Chinese officials have denied the story, saying that gold farming would allow prisoners to communicate with the outside world, which they would never allow:

[A]n official at the central office for labour camps in Heilongjiang denied that inmates were forced to play games online. “I have never heard of this. If you want to see for yourself, come to one of our labour camps,” he said.

The official, who declined to give his name, said: “We do not allow our inmates to do high-risk occupations, such as coal-mining. We do not have large numbers of computers. And we do not allow our prisoners to have any contact with the outside world. If they were playing these online games they could easily communicate with other people. We would never allow that.”

(U.K. Guardian)

In February, the citizens of Detroit successfully lobbied for a giant statue of RoboCop to keep its crims in line.

In the same week, news broke that a three-metre tall Arnold Schwarzenegger statue will stand guard outside the Governator’s former home in Thal, Austria.

Both of which kick Robertson’s giant poo-tato and Ballina’s prawn to the kerb when it comes to cool icons for your country.

And now you can add — possibly, unless George Lucas hears of it — a lifesize, fully-functioning replica of a Galactic Empire AT-AT walker to the countryside somewhere in Oklahoma, if Mike Koehler gets his way.

Note fully-functioning — not like that static tat at Disneyland’s Hollywood theme park.

The 16m tall (some nerds experts put them at 23m) All Terrain Armoured Transports featured most famously in the attack on the Rebel forces’ secret base on Hoth in Empire Strikes Back, where one tripped over a bit of rope and exploded.

Another one makes a cameo in Return of the Jedi after a smaller version — an AT-ST — gets smashed by monkeys with logs.

But they look fearsome enough and Mr Koehler has been given the green light by online fundraiser Kickstarter to begin collecting cash to realise his dream.

It’s called AT-AT for America and Mr Koehler’s welcoming any offers of help or donations.

We chatted to him about why his country needs it…

Why did you choose a symbol of the Empire’s destructive capabilities to represent the US?

The AT-AT is not so much a representation of the US as it is a monument to what geek culture and its know-how has done for people in the country and, as I am quickly learning, folks all over the world. The can-do and cooperative spirit that nerdy pop culture has inspired can’t be overlooked in the past 30, 40, 50 years.

I wanted to make something that was: A) Doable. Fast-than-light and force field technology made many options unrealistic. B) Big enough to be awe-inspiring. Many people have made R2 units and Back to the Future Deloreans. The AT-AT is 50-feet tall.

If it proves too difficult, do you have any smaller scale Star Wars projects in mind?

I guess we could do one of the smaller scout walkers, but that seems like copping out.

If it proves easy, would you consider building a Death Star?

The Death Star would involve too much red tape I’m afraid, unless I could get Richard Branson on board.

The original AT-ATs had some notable design flaws. How will you Ewok-proof it?

No Ewoks will be allowed around the build sites. Sharpened logs will also be strictly prohibited. We are working towards some strong anti-log technology.

Have you had any interest from Mythbusters et al?

No word yet from the Mythbusters, though I hope as we continue to build momentum that we will get a lot of help from some of our geek heroes. When I first thought of this, my ideal project managers were Adam and Jamie.

If Detroit can get a RoboCop statue, maybe you should pitch your AT-AT for a permanent public space…

Once we’re done, I would like for the AT-AT to find some place nice to be housed and admired as a monument. Since it will be fully operational, people will be able to ride it. It would be an art piece on par with the Statue of Liberty, but with the ability to mosey around the block.

Have you had any cease and desist orders from George Lucas yet?

We have not heard from Lucasfilm yet, though there is that expectation. All I can say is that we won’t be making any money off this project, we consider it a public work of art and we would gladly locate it where ever Mr Lucas would like us to. This is a testament to how many dreams his work and other work like his has inspired in people my age and younger.

Will you live in it once it’s finished?

No, I won’t live in it.

Can I?

You can’t live inside it, though you are welcome to string a hammock between its knees.

Is there ever a chance that such a monolithic, relentless corporate machine could ever be seen in Australia?

Given enough support and volunteers, the AT-AT, like Oprah, would be happy to visit Australia.

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“Usually, when we see an asteroid strobe on and off like that, it means that the body is elongated and we are viewing it broadside along its long axis first, and then on its narrow end as it rotates,” said Don Yeomans, manager of NASA’s Near-Earth Object Program Office at the Jet Propulsion Laboratory in Pasadena, California. “GP59 is approximately 50m long, and we think its period of rotation is about seven-and-a-half minutes.

Keep in mind it’s 10 lunar distances – or moon is 384,400km away – but tomorrow morning, about 5am, things get a little crazy. For start, Monday’s night’s discovery of GP 59 was just that – a discovery. It was picked up by astronomers at the Observatorio Astronomico de Mallorca in Andalusia, Spain, who’ve since determined that it’s heading towards us.

Tonight, it will miss pass just outside the moon’s orbit – again, comparatively speaking because this is space, folks – at a distance of 533,000km.

However, Mr Yeomans, whose office is responsible for a program called Spaceguard, which tracks and characterises asteroids and comets and is supposed to protect us from this sort of thing, says there’s no need to be concerned. “Although newly discovered, the near-term orbital location of asteroid 2011 GP59 can be accurately plotted,” he said. “There is no possibility of the small space rock entering Earth’s atmosphere during this pass or for the foreseeable future.”

Which is good news, because although 50m might sound smallish, it’s still five times bigger than an asteroid that exploded 15km above Indonesia in October, 2009. That blast released as much energy as three atomic bombs, according to New Scientist, who are supposed to know about such things. Take comfort in the fact that in 2009, no one saw that asteroid coming. At least we were given three days’ notice this time around!

Another upcoming near miss (or hit?) will be Apophis, a massively superior space object in every way; “Apophis will approach Earth at a distance of 37,000-38,000 kilometers on April 13, 2029,” Professor Leonid Sokolov of the St. Petersburg State University told Ria Novosti. “Its likely collision with Earth may occur on April 13, 2036.”

You might have noticed he used the word “may”. Again, space is big folks.

Asteroid 99942 Apophis was first discovered to be in the Earth’s impact zone back in 2004, and at roughly 300m wide, is estimated to be able to hit the Earth with the force equivalent to somewhere around two Krakatoas.

Which is not to say we won’t feel its impact. A simulation tool devised by the University of Southampton in the UK shows that, depending on where it hits, it could cause up to 10 million deaths.

The National Broadband Network is meant to bring Australia up to speed with the rest of the world. Our Trading Practices Act will shank you like a bitch in a jail house if you promise X and deliver an inferior Y but our ISP’s (Telstra, Optus, Iinet and the worst of the worst TPG (who still owe me a few fucking grand I might add)) sell us ‘ADSL 2+’ connections that run at 3 – 5 megabit (ADSL2+ is 24 megabit with a 4 megabit fall off to it’s operational perimeter of 7 kilometers) when you’re located a mere 3 kilometers from the DSLAMM.

That’s ADSL speeds being passed off as ADSL2+ and being charged at a premium rate too.

It’s even worse that the NBN won’t be out until 2030 at current estimates (IF the other party doesn’t get in and can it) but earlier this morning Patrick Flannigan has quit as NBN Co’s head of construction. An acting head of construction has been appointed, Dan Flemming, who was until now the company’s general manager of construction, design and planning.

“We are disappointed with his decision to resign as he was a valuable member of the leadership team,” a spokeswoman for NBN Co told the press, “We wish him all the best for the future.”

This comes after the Government business enterprise last week “indefinitely” suspended tendering for construction firms, saying the 14 quotes they were presented were inflated. According to the NBN Co website, Mr Flannigan was the founding managing director and chief executive of Service Stream, a major provider of infrastructure, construction and maintenance services to the telecommunications sector and broader utilities sectors.

I swear I should just move to a more technophillic nation.

1. Do You Know Claire Swire?
When Claire Swire sent a naughty note to her solicitor boyfriend Bradley Chait remembering a recent romp, he proudly shared the email with some friends, who shared it with their friends under the subject line “Do You Know Claire Swire?”. Millions ended up reading the gory details.

2. Ham Strung
An exchange between legal secretaries over a missing ham sandwich leads to both women getting the sack.

3. A Very Bad Day
When the World Trade Centre fell on September 11, 2001, US Transport Secretary Stephen Byers’ special adviser Jo Moore emailed colleagues saying it was a good day to bury bad news. She had to apologise after the email became public.

4. Hot List
Three male employees of PricewaterhouseCoopers in Ireland were suspended for circulating an email which rated thirteen new females employees on their looks.

5. Human Relations
When personnel officer John Crook recommended one of his colleagues for a pay rise and was asked by his manager why he felt his colleague deserved it he gave his reasons and jokingly added: “She was a grrrrrrrrreat shag as well!” He lost both his job and a claim for unfair dismissal.

6. Chat-up Cheese
Joseph Dobbie met a woman at a party, later acquired her email address and sent her a message describing her smile as “the freshest of my special memories”. He went on to say he was sure she would “be able to see sincerity where others would see cliche”. Instead, she forwarded the message to her sister and millions ended up reading it. The sender had included his phone number and was bombarded with mocking calls.

7. Web Browser
Former British Treasury press officer Robbie Browse sent an email to friends making fun of Chinese people’s eyes. But he accidentally copied it to his press list, containing 83 leading national newspaper journalists. One them immediately replied asking: “Will we all be invited to your leaving party?” Browse faced disciplinary action.

8. Insult the Aged
When principal Patrick Hazlewood and his school’s treasurer Barry Worth jointly received an emailed complaint from local pensioner Mary Kelly about some misbehaviour by their pupils, Mr Hazelwood responded: “Tell her to get stuffed”, thinking his response was only going to his colleague. But he hit ‘Reply All’ so his message also went to Mrs Kelly.

9. Penta-gone
Devon schoolgirl Claire McDonald found herself receiving emails containing top secret information from the Pentagon after being accidentally added to a round robin list by a navy commander. One of them was offering advice to the UK on how to prevent secrets from being leaked.

10. Email Boob
A Ray White property consultant sent an email with the subject “Show me your tits” to a columnist at the Courier-Mail. His explanation was that he his office had changed their email program and he was sending a test message to his partner, the contents of which are a long-standing joke between the couple.

First, in related news the inventor of superglue, Dr Harry Coover, died on Saturday at aged 94. Workmates said they will miss his adhesive sense of humor and inseparable work ethic.

AN ENGLISH man got himself in a sticky predicament when he didn’t quite think through his Halloween costume.

Shawn Merter had a tiny sequinned top-hat to round out his outfit, but rather than tie it on with string, he superglued it to his head. “I had fabric glue which is washable, but it wasn’t sticky enough,” he says in the video. The point at which he realised his mistake is unknown, but the next morning an embarrassed Shawn was in the emergency ward at the hospital to have the formerly fashionable, now ridiculous headpiece removed. His understanding boyfriend was there to offer support and muffled giggles as the doctor gave him the bad news; the best they could do is cut off part of the hat, leaving the rim stuck to his scalp until it came off on its own. “I don’t know which looks worse,” says the nurse with the scissors. Yes it happened months ago. No it’s not really news. But aren’t you glad you read it? Via The Hairpin.

The demo will highlight the Unity engine technology that will drive Battlestar Galactica Online game experience and demonstrate how the game’s browser-based platform will reach the huge global audience already playing browser-based MMOGs on Bigpoint.com and through Bigpoint’s many popular distribution partners. The game, however, will be remarkably shit and is set to disappoint BSG fans, as they have come to expect since the original leak in 2007 of an MMORPG that went vaporware, then MMORPG, then vaporware, then MMOG (MMOG is also secret code for “Sucks cock harder than a $2 hooker.”)

The debut trailer for Battlestar Galactica Online is now available on the official E3 Expo virtual press room and the BGO Youtube channel (www.youtube.com/bgo).

Go here to add yourself to the waiting list for the announcement of release of this destined soon-to-be flop: http://battlestar-galactica.bigpoint.com/

Having been an established professional artist, and made a metric fucktonne of dosh out of it (seriously, I weighed it!) I tend to cruise artists on the social networks and say g’day. That being said, I’ve often heard about absolute batshit psychotic people on Twitter who flip into crazy hostile mode for absolutely no reason. Today I discovered both in a talentless twat from Florida named Katelyn-Elizabeth Day (Also goes by the monikers Katelyn-Elizabeth, Katelyn Day, and @xArtzy on Twitter).  She variously claims she lives in New York, Los Angeles, and ‘Canada’ (because Canada is a city, you see) but is located in Florida, in the US.

I came upon this reasonably ungifted toad whilst flicking through Tweets and viewed her page at the ‘Brooklyn Art Project’ website, I was pretty unimpressed but bored so I said g’day and asked her what medium she used. To this she replied ‘Uh!!’ and then nearly an hour later she said ‘what the HELL are you talking about – i think you got the wrong p[erson' [sic] I commented that I was surprised at her response, I don’t remember what exactly, but I suggested she google what a medium is if she’s going to try and make a career as an artist, what I got in response was hillarious!

I won’t spoil it, scroll to the bottom and read the screen caps off my phone, it’s in reverse order so start at the bottom and read up. :P In the interim, I had suggested to a few friends that perhaps the bitch needs to be called out on her psychopathy as it seems to be a common element when I did a bit of cyber-sluething. The following was suggested, names are obscured to protect the innocent:

☠ // NOT ME says:
I just had some psycho bitch flip her shit at me on Twitter.
Really not me says:
The arty one?
☠ // BaSH PR0MPT says:
Going to collate what she said and repost it as an image file and blog it.
Yeah!
Really not me says:
Lolol yeah saw it
☠ // BaSH PR0MPT says:
She didn’t know what a medium was, so she flipped her shit when I called her out for it.
Really not me says:
She’s like WTF ARE U TLKN BOUT I DONT NO U WTF SHUT UP LEAVE ME ALONE LALALALALALALA CAN’T HEAR U FUCK OFF
☠ // BaSH PR0MPT says:
I NO WUT A MEDIUM IZ I JUST CONFOOZED COSZ I SO BUSY LOLOL [Ironically the these two lines were typed at the same time by both parties - Ed.]
That’s what I typed and deleted.
Because I decided that should be the title of my blog post. [I reconsidered, clearly. - Ed.]
Really not me says:
>_>
☠ // BaSH PR0MPT says:
Katelyn Elizabeth Day from Florida. And I have direct access to all her friends and family on facebook. Muahaha, this shall be sweet.

Aside from the above conversation between two anonymous people, (YES, I intentionally didn’t censor my name out, three people were already like “DUDE DID U MEEN 2 DO DAT?” ffs.) our intrepid ‘artiste’ freely admits she’s a talentless twat spamming airbrushed photos of disney starlets on various profiles hoping someone might think she’s not some fat talentless slob and indirectly will help her career, her fake little ‘artist’ page on Facebook amusingly cites: -

Unofficial Artist but soon (very soon) to be Official.
Art is in my heart, it is who i am! so do not judge me!
I want to be seen as who I am and not who I seem to be on the outside. Inside is what counts.

Maybe someone forgot to tell her that whilst some artists are insane, they’re not psychotic and aggressive to people just saying hi? Wonder how she treats her ‘clients’, who are ‘celebrities’ after all. Inside does count, and this girl is full of the crazybeans mixed with liberal dashings of fail!

She also lists as some of her inspirations, various interesting quotes, one of which is:

“I think girls feel like they’re not cool unless they have a boyfriend or they don’t feel comfortable or happy with themselves–that’s not true! You gotta be independent! You gotta show the power!” Hilary Duff

The above Katelyn holds very dear to her heart, because she is saving her virginity for Johnny Depp.

I figured that I ought to share with you some of her artworks; whilst undoubtedly they’re copyrighted under Berne Convention I am using this specifically for non-profit commentary purposes and will critique and review them so as not to breach copyright!

Fish in the sky, by Katelyn Elizabeth Day.

Here we see a wonderfully colourful visage of colouring in pencil on paper, with a vivid depiction of an unearthly world where sea creatures survive in the air and prosper in the skies above rich green grass. Depicted is a gold fish, some kind of cake shitting what looks to be grass, a sweet potato, and a green kite. Also making a guest appearance is an alien-head crab creature from the critically acclaimed video game Half-Life.

My tree of happiness, by Katelyn Elizabeth  Day.

Our artist originally was trying her hand at designing tribal tattoo’s with lovehearts all over them, when that failed she thought perhaps she could draw a tree over it, along with a cute little fence covered by hearts growing on vines, with what appears to be a juxtaposition of plant-cell membranes on the floor, and a bird tweeting merrily. This vivid piece again comes to us through the medium of pencil on paper. (See, medium, that’s what it means, get it now Katelyn? :))

My Love, Johnny Depp, by Katelyn Elizabeth Day.

The first celebrity to own one of her works, and yes it counts even though she mailed it to his agent along with a love letter. This glorious vision is of texta on very saturated and wet soggy text book paper. This picture perfect effigy of Johnny Depp (instant alarm bell that datbishbecray-zee) was lovingly crafted and repeatedly fapped over by Katelyn. The texturisation diffusion of the arm of his sunglasses is intentional, as is the hideously malformed look of his head, and hand. But everything else within the piece is striking and gorgeous! Oh wait, that .. is all the piece is. Oh. Uh. She has neat handwriting?

Now, without further ado, the Twitter screen caps of win; below is the psychopathy and lullz, enjoy!

Update: My first Twitter psycho ragequit the internets, deleting all public pages she owned or operated and has gone underground, literally! Rumour has it she was sighted in the fine city of Canada living in the sewer system, living off fried rats! She did however leave some lullzy comments on my blog before vanishing; including one pretending to be her own friend. :P

The young singer cussed out a floor manager when the guy put a hand on his shoulder to lean in and tell him where to go he flipped his shit, turned abusive and screamed, “Don’t you ever fucking touch me again.” David Koch, co-host of the Sunrise show, said, “We had him on and he was a thoroughly nice bloke, really decent guy. Our floor manager was directing him to where he was about to perform and he turned around to Nick and said ‘don’t ever fucking touch me again’ and Nick went ‘What?’. And then his sound guy, his audio guy said ‘don’t take offense mate he tells us that all the time’. So I was a little disappointed in that. I thought maybe someone needs to drag you aside and give you a bit of a slap.”

Justin has already taken to his Twitter account to deny the accusations claiming that Kochie ‘made it up’, expressing that he can’t understand why ‘adults’ would ‘tell lies’ and going on an attention whoring tirade in an attempt to save face, albeit it was probably his public relation firm in crisis control who were updating all his feeds, but none the less it was amusing that he’d put his word versus David Koch. What’s more likely, a middle aged father, a earnest and extremely trustworthy man versus a teenage primadonna who’s entire image relies on trying to sell himself as innocence and purity in a handbasket.

He tweeted, “Family time with my mom couldn’t come at a better time….I was raised to respect others and not gossip…nor answer gossip with anger. I know my friends family and fans know the person I am. Hearing adults spread lies and rumors is part of the job I guess.”

I’m not a betting man, but I’d put my money on David Koch any day of the week, guess Bustin’ Jeiber doesn’t want to get caught in a lie. He was definitely right though, someone needs to take that kid aside and give him a slap.