Thanks to my super sleuth skillzzz, I have been able to track down the address of my perpetrator… and my perpetrator, I mean that doucheface reject that came chug-a-chugging through on the hater-train yesterday.
It really wasn’t that hard. A little search through my stats on the website, a couple of clicks through google and I’ve got my finger on her!
Or him… Most likely a him posing as a her because, let’s face it… That’s when men do when they find themselves tied to target of which I am throwing knives toward.
First, the screenshot of the comment:
I love the whole argument about me being a cyber bully… which is part of their comment… wherein, they’re acting like… a cyber bully. Metametametametameta.
Next up, the screenshot of the user profile from Statcounter:
From this, we can gather that my hater is LOCAL! Well, sort of local. And that they are accessing a computer that is powered by a Pardis Publications, Inc. Sweet.
Off to google I go…
Now, as someone that works in printing, it’s pretty laughable that a) this person is running a printing business from their home and uses THEIR HOME ADDRESS as their web-published contact address. I mean, that doesn’t really put forward a super professional image to me. But also, b) that a periodical publisher doesn’t have an actual website. Of any sort.
I mean, even a janky Angelfire/Geocities style website is better than NO website.
So, being that I am “weaker than water” I figured I’d just give Sarah_C an old ring-a-ling on the telephone. I was greeted by a gentleman that sounds like he is of Indian descent, prompted to dial 3 to speak to someone and the immediately routed to voicemail.
I’m racking my brains trying to think of some print-related puns. You know, like when Bart calls Moe’s and makes up all those hilarious names that Moe calls out. “I need Amanda… Amanda Huginkiss?”
I’m really disappointed. Trolls are only fun when you can engage with them! Bugger.