Tuesday, January 31, 2006

It's A Bird! It's A Plane! It's Deeplip! (from Myspace.com)

Current mood: exasperated

Category: Life

Ut oh! Ken is posting about me again. That makes three posts in one day. I was wrong. I figured he'd sit back and let PS Art sound the alarm, but apparently His Looniness couldn't just watch from the sidelines. He warned the group that I was "back from Mars, as usual", and added that I was wearing a "pointy black hat".

Do not mistake this for sarcasm or metaphor. This man is crazy. He has always maintained that I am several people, and that I have supernatural powers. Yep. That's me! Virus, slime, putrid matter, scourge, harridan, virago, chimera (a few of his choicer epithets - remember, he's a writer) and now .... witch!

For anyone scratching his head and wondering who's the real fruitcake, me or Ken, I refer you to the message board of deliciousdemon.com

Read PS Arts's posts and Ken's posts for yesterday, January 30.

No one could make this shit up. Actually, Ken can, and he does - he just can't document it.

It's all so sad. The man can still write, but he's a one trick pony, and he relies on rhetoric, which is no substitute for passion. Even the shiniest boiler-plate is still boiler-plate.
MySpace Posts: The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly

Current mood: confused and curious as all get out


Conundrum Of The Day

Just when you think the Delicious Demon message board can't get any more surreal, it does. Is Ken posting under other names, and telling his gullible sidekick, PS Art, that his nemesis (Deeplip) is back on the message board, posting her mocking one-liners?

Is he self-medicating? He must be frantic with anxiety, now that he's lost his pizza delivery job at Lento's. Eviction could be days away. Nothing like an ugly internet feud to distract you when the wolf is at the door.

Could Ken's detractors (posting under "Ben Crown" and other taunting noms de plume) be manipulating and tormenting him? Pretending to be Deeplip? Even worse - maybe someone who has it in for him is already posting as Ken Brown.

It's all so confusing. Will the real Ken Brown stand up? I enjoy his comments, but it seems more and more people on the board want the real Ken Brown to shut up.

If I weren't so highly evolved, I'd say the chickens have come home to roost.

I'd love to know which posts are mine. The one about the flying ferrets was very funny. I wish I'd written it. Why do I think that particular post is Ken's?. Because he is the only one on the board clever enough and nuts enough to have written it.

BTW, I don't post on Delicious Demon, but I've been accused twice today of making mischief on the board. It takes a paranoid egomaniac like Ken to believe I am still there - and a wily sociopath like him to exploit the dim-wittedness and naivety of the site's self-appointed cheerleader and most prolific poster, PS Art.

Ken is crazy, but he's smart. That's why he cultivated an email friendship with PS Art, who posts several times a day and is, perhaps not coincidentally, the dimmest bulb on the message board. He cried on her shoulder, played the victim, and convinced her I was the Anti-Christ.

So now the ninny is posting about me again. Ken remains silent - no easy feat for him - and bides his time. Letting her run with the pitchfork. Sometimes I wonder .... does he really believe his own shit, or is it just a sick form of recreation?

The Measure Of A Man

Current mood: embarrassed for all of us


The following penile enlargement spam arrived in my morning email. It got me thinking. Maybe if men were forced to walk around 24/7 with their penises exposed, we could all - men AND women - get over this childish horseshit. Just take that thing out, leave it out and let it dangle.

In cold weather, a transparent plastic codpiece could be worn, and peek-a-boo jockstraps would allow athletes to support the testicles, while prominently displaying Mr. Happy. (Think "Victoria's Secret".)

Is the size of a man's penis the measure of his manhood? Leroy's a believer. See his testimonial below:

"You guys have made my dreams come true. I have been self-conscience (sic) for as long as I can remember. I did not want to shower with other guys growing up, because I was embarrassed. Not only has your system increased the size of my manhood while erect, but it has helped my size while flaccid as well. I hang bigger, and I feel more like the man I should have been all these years. The change is tremendous, I wanted to send you this note to let you know what it has done for me, and of course to order more LONGZ!"

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check out the only Male Enhancement formula with a free DVD

Wait a minute! Isn't Leroy a black name? Oh .... never mind.

Food For Thought

Current mood: antitheocratic

News and Politics

"Every time anyone says that Israel is our only friend in the Middle East, I can't help but think that before Israel, we had no enemies in the Middle East."

-- John Sheehan, S.J. (a Jesuit priest)

Now that arch-conservative media mogul Rupert Murdoch owns MySpace, posts like this are an endangered species.

Let Us Now Praise Famous Men

Current mood: ruthlessly impartial

Writing and Poetry

Customer Reviews Avg. Customer Review: Write an online review and share your thoughts with other shoppers!

1 of 6 people found the following review helpful:

Calculated Kitsch?
August 3, 2005

Reviewer: clefpalate

The following is excerpted from the rave review in the New York Times Book Review:

''Unless,'' Oskar wonders, ''nothing was a clue.'' This paradoxical would-be koan is a clue for the reader: profundities ahead, possibly a lot of them, and all of them dropping with the same ''plop.'' And so it begins, and doesn't ever stop - a rain of truisms, aphorisms, nuggets of wisdom and deep thoughts tossed off by Oskar and the other characters as if they were trying to corner a market in ironic existentialist greeting cards. ''It's better to lose than never to have had.'' ''You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.'' ''Everything that's born has to die, which means our lives are like skyscrapers. The smoke rises at different speeds, but they're all on fire, and we're all trapped.''

If the above quotes are any indication, perhaps the book should have been titled "Extremely Trite and Incredibly Boring". Is Foer writing for sophisticated adults or the "Harry Potter" crowd? Genre bending is one thing, but this is an indigestible stew - a hodgepodge of narrative, fantasy, adventure, pop culture, doodles, photos, and lame aphorisms that read like self-help affirmations.

Critics will love it because it confirms their hipness. Readers who habitually channel surf and multitask won't care that the book is more style than substance. As the book's protagonist, Oskar, might say: "Style is the new substance". A lamentable trend, IMO. But decide for yourself.

Another book I need to mention -- very much on my mind since I purchased a copy off Amazon is "The Losers' Club: Complete Restored Edition" by Richard Perez, not reviewed anywhere -- but an odd, highly entertaining little novel I can't stop thinking about.

(As you can see, most people who read my review did not "find it helpful". But then, why should things be any different in cyberspace?)

Liar, Liar, Pants On Fire

Current mood: pissed
Category: Life

Amazon says their "review system is down". Well, mine isn't................

The End Of Truth As We Know It., January 27, 2006

clefpalate (New Jersey) - See all my reviews

A Million Little Pieces was passed on by seventeen publishers when disgraced author James Frey submitted it as a novel. It was only when he became the poster boy for recovery that it suddenly became "riveting" and "compelling". What drove sales through the roof and made Frey a celebrity was the "redemption" angle, which, of course, required him to present his work of fiction as a memoir and then, after successfully duping millions of readers and earning millions of dollars, to defend it as "an emotional version of the truth". Whatever that means. And why on God's green earth should we believe this man, who lied about everything else, is telling us the truth about his so-called "recovery"? This goes to the heart of the book, and if Frey is conning us about having beaten his addiction to crack and alcohol, that is the biggest and cruelest deception of all.

Thursday, January 26, 2006


Current mood: upbeat

Category: Life

The real reason "six doesn't like seven" has nothing to do with being odd or even. Seven is a prime number, it rhymes with "heaven" and is considered to be a lucky, even a magical number.

Six is jealous.

(Deeplip, who was born on February 7, 1937 at 7 A.M., weighing seven pounds, seven ounces.)

Cutting Off Your Dick To Spite Your Face - And Mine

Current mood: pensive

Category: Romance and Relationships

I can see why an old man would rather sleep with a twenty year old than sleep with a woman his own age.

What I don't understand is why he would rather fantasize about making it with a twenty year old than have actual sex with a woman his age who loves him, inside and out.

Love Hurts

Current mood: frivolous

Category: Romance and Relationships

The Seal of Approval has a very large member - so immense, in fact, it could be called a weapon of mass destruction. Three of his favorite cows had to be permanently retired from the harem after attempts to surgically repair their pelvic hernias were unsuccessful. Their names are Sistah Seal, Rectah Seal and Urethrah Seal.

(Deeplip, who wonders if only urologists and gynecologists understand what she's talking about, why is she posting this?)

Old Age Is A Bitch ..... Unless You're Bionic, Like Me

Current mood: concerned

Speaking of relativism, O Thou Who Shall Be Nameless, when responding to posts (on Delicious Demon) addressed to you, which is more indicative of mental confusion and intellectual decline?

1) Answering questions that weren't asked.
2) Answering questions that were asked - but responding in rambling non sequiturs.

(Deeplip, who would like to be your Nutritional Therapist, among other things.)

Words I Want Engraved On My Funeral Urn

Current mood: melancholic

Category: Life

I waited
Father Time to
close the bar
You left
the party early
Jack Daniel's

Saturday, January 21, 2006

From Myspace, in reverse order, as always .... God Damn it.

The Decline And Fall Of Civilization As T.S.Idiot Knows It

Current mood: exhortatory

Category: Writing and Poetry

Where did all the good writers go? That's an easy question. Most of them died. Some sold out. Some gave up. Some wore out. Some burned out. Many of the brightest and best chose the bottle or the needle.

But once a writer, always a writer, so they continue to sputter on, long after they have anything important to say. Even when no one is listening.

You say the world is in the shitter? Instead of strutting and fretting on the Delicious Demon message board, get your ass in gear and do something about it. Write about it. Jeremiads are your specialty. If you are not part of the solution, you are part of the problem.

Write ---- or STFU and get out of the way, old man. You're taking up space on the planet.

And To Think They Named A Candy Fanny Farmer!

Current mood: dramaturgical

Category: Romance and Relationships

That orgy scenario on Delicious Demon involving a married matron, two businessmen, chocolates and an eighty seven year old spinster wearing goggles is disappointingly tame and unimaginative.

Nothing wrong with having sex and then eating the chocolates, as was suggested, but there's nothing particularly orgiastic about pigging out on candy - unless you're bulimic - and that's another scenario.

Sex and chocolate go together like a hand in (latex) glove. It shouldn't be too difficult for an award winning playwright to introduce (insert?) those chocolates into the story line.

That's where the goggles come in. The octagenarian wouldn't wear them - she'd tape over the lenses and give them to whoever was looking for her candy.

Fade To Black

Current mood: resigned

Category: Romance and Relationships

The "Twinkle, Twinkle" poem posted on deliciousdemon.com inspired the following:

Twinkle, twinkle, little star
Now I know how dim you are
Pulsing feebly up above
Looking for someone to love
Someone you can still outshine
That is why you can't be mine

Oh, fuck ..... that didn't come out right. Let me try again.

Hey, diddle diddle
I'll play second fiddle
Into your ear I'll croon

I'll iron and do dishes
Obey all your wishes
And sing a subservient tune

Me so horny, Candy-san. Me love you long time.

(Deeplip, who loves to flip the script - and never charges a fee.)

Heads Up, T.S. Idiot

Current mood: ebullient

Category: Writing and Poetry

I want to share with you, gentle readers, my most recent poem, published today in a highly regarded and widely read poetry newsletter.

(Is "widely read poetry newsletter" oxymoronic? Probably.)

A reader on yesterday's limerick:"I am puzzled. Doesn't the last line of a limerick have to have a non-repeating word in it? Joke, joke, topper. Not -- joke, joke, repeat joke. I suppose Lear is the Man, and he would cast the deciding vote here, but I found his limerick kinda lame."

A reader on another reader's response to the last limerick of the week:

There once was a fellow named Keating
Who said, Inspiration is fleeting.
The few times I can
Get the f***er* to scan,
The end rhyme is always repeating.

* PG version is "limerick"

(Deeplip, who cannot stifle herself)

Catch-22 Of The Day

Current mood: unsympathetic

Category: News and Politics

Calif. Inmate, 76, Faces Execution Tonight
By DAVID KRAVETS, Associated Press Writer 2 hours, 25 minutes ago

SAN FRANCISCO - A 76-year-old convicted killer — legally blind, nearly deaf and in a wheelchair — tried to stave off execution early Tuesday by arguing before the U.S. Supreme Court that it would be cruel and unusual punishment to put a feeble old man to death.
Allen raised two claims never before endorsed by the high court: that executing a frail old man would violate the constitutional ban on cruel and unusual punishment, and that the 23 years he spent on death row were unconstitutionally cruel as well.
At seventy six, Allen has lived an extra twenty plus years, thanks to the interminable delays built into the (in)justice system. He probably never would have lasted this long on the outside. I'm not for the death penalty, but it makes no sense to me that a condemned man who has spent decades appealing his conviction can argue that he is too old to be executed.

Dying In The Saddle With Your Bed Slippers On
Current mood: why am I not surprised?
Category: News and Politics

From WebMD.com:

The warning comes after six patients died in an NIH-sponsored study testing whether L-arginine can improve heart function after a heart attack. The study was terminated earlier than planned because of these disproportionate deaths.

All six deaths were among the 78 heart attack patients who added L-arginine to their normal medical treatment regimen. There were no deaths among the 75 heart attack patients who did not receive L-arginine.

"L-arginine therapy should not be given to patients following a [heart attack]," warn Johns Hopkins researcher Steven P. Schulman, MD, and colleagues. "L-arginine therapy in older patients with [stiff arteries] may worsen clinical outcomes."
Schulman's team reports the findings in the Jan. 4 issue of The Journal of the American Medical Association.

The amino acid L-Arginine plays a key role in improving blood flow to the penis, and increases the frequency and durations of erections - often dramatically.

The six heart attack patients who took this cheap, safe, non-prescription supplement and died, died happy.

Did the makers of Viagra, Cialis and Levitra underwrite this "research"?

Deaf Be Not Proud

Current mood: heartbroken

Category: Romance and Relationships

Posted on a lovely young (just 21!)woman's myspace website by TS. Idiot aka Ken :

I grow old; I grow old.
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
I have heard the mermaids singing
each to each.

They do not sing for me.

(T.S. Eliot)

They sang for you. You weren't listening. It was always the sound of your own voice that delighted you. I sang for you. I'm still singing. Listen, old man. Can you hear me? That sweet voice is mine.

The loud, ugly noise in the background is the sound of a New Year's Resolution breaking.

Sunday, January 15, 2006

From my blog on myspace.com

All Covens Cancelled Until Further Notice

Current mood: surprised
Category: News and Politics

“The feminist agenda is not about equal rights for women. Feminism is a socialist, anti-family, political movement that encourages women to leave their husbands, kill their children, practice witchcraft, destroy capitalism and become lesbians."

(Pat Robertson)

And all along I thought it was Bush tapping my phone ................

Dem Bones, Dem Bones, Dem's MY Bones

Current mood: horrified
Category: News and Politics


Alistair Cooke's bones 'stolen'

Alistair Cooke was mourned on both sides of the AtlanticAn investigation is under way in New York into allegations that the bones of the late broadcaster Alistair Cooke were stolen before his cremation.

Cooke, known for the Letter from America he broadcast for the BBC, died almost two years ago, aged 95.

According to the New York Daily News his bones were stolen by a criminal ring trading body parts.

They were later sold by a biomedical tissue company now under investigation, the paper claims.
When Cooke died of lung cancer that spread to his bones in March 2004, his body was taken to a funeral home in Manhattan.

Two days later, relatives of the iconic broadcaster received his ashes, which were then scattered in New York's Central Park.

I feel so sorry for his family - but even sorrier for the poor bastards who never watched the show, but are now walking around humming the theme to "Masterpiece Theatre".

Pork Chop Bet On The Wrong Hearse

Current mood: vindicated
Category: Life

Everyone's heard the one about the man who murders his parents and then throws himself on the mercy of the court because he is an orphan.

I was reminded of that story when I read today's post from a "holier than thou" regular on Delicious Demon. He bemoans the lamentably low level of wit, intelligence and refinement - not to mention common decency - on the deliciousdemon.com message board. Ah, for the good old days!

Just as I predicted he would, it was the Resident Pedant, Official Berater and Unofficial Disturbed Person who destroyed this board by driving away all the interesting posters. Notice I'm not naming names here. Fuck, it's still January! I take my New Year's Resolutions very seriously.

As I explained to Pork Chop, I need to be around smarter people. His message board has become a crude and unfunny joke. The remaining hardcore posters deserve each other --- with the exception of Popsicle and Father Hubert. They deserve better. Like me, Howard A. Dog probably found some smarter (and nicer) people to hang out with. He was funny, smart and nice. I miss him and wish him well.

Thursday, January 12, 2006

Don't Worry, Be Happy

Current mood: immensely relieved

Category: News and Politics

No man should be above the law.

Not even the President of the United States.

A president who redefines the law will never be above it.

Whew! For a minute there I was worried Bush might overstep his authority ...........

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Thought I'd import some of my myspace posts, just to show I've haven't broken my New Year's Resolution.

Zoology 101
Current mood: dispairing
Category: News and Politics

Re the Senate Judiciary Committee hearings: Be afraid. Be very afraid. It's not the foxes that are guarding the henhouse, it's the weasels.

Oxymoron Of The Day
Current mood: minatory (look it up)
Category: Romance and Relationships

Teenaged Dominatrix. Don't laugh - apparently they do exist. They can be found right here on myspace.com. As a mature woman, I can only shake my head and wonder why any man seriously looking for somebody to open up a can of whup-ass on him would waste his time with a beginner. It takes years of living to fine tune one's ability to hurt and humiliate another human being. It's not about costumes or whips or shoe-licking - it's about seeing into the very soul of the person who desires to be punished, exposing and extirpating what is festering there, selecting the ideal form of degradation and only then administering the appropriate punishment.

Woody Allen said, and I quote, if sex isn't dirty, you're not doing it right. If a dominatrix can't make you wish you were never born, she's not doing it right.

Keep On Walking, Diogenes

Current mood: apprehensive

Category: News and Politics

Unlike Senator Biden, I don't quote without attribution. For those too young to remember, his political career was temporarily stalled (and his presidential campaign derailed) when he was caught out in a series of lies about his background. You can read more at the following url:

I find it dismaying that several of the "good guys" on the Judicial Committee have dinosaur - sized skeletons in their own moral closets. As for Ted Kennedy, let's not go there.

Biden campaigned for the U.S. presidency in 1998, but dropped out of the race amidst scandal. He was found to have plagiarized a speech from British Labour Party leader Neil Kinnock. Biden unsuccessfully defended the plagiarism claims arguing that he had previously correctly credited Kinnock on other occasions but failed to do so in an Iowa speech that was recorded and distributed to reporters by aides to Michael Dukakis, the eventual nominee. It was also revealed that he had plagiarized in law school 20 years earlier when, unaware of the appropriate standards for legal briefs, he'd used a single footnote while lifting five full pages from a legal article. A series of related problems created a barrage of negative publicity that his candidacy was unable to withstand, including his exaggeration of his academic record during a campaign speech and many other examples of unattributed quotes pilfered from past Democrats through his speeches.
Judge Alito's Nomination Current mood: alarmed Category: News and Politics
The Senate Judiciary Committee hearings are being broadcast live on WBAI (99.5 FM) for those who are interested. The station's url is wbai.org, if you are not in or near the Big Apple.

A Million Little Lies

Current mood: schadenfreude-ish

Category: Writing and Poetry

Nobody can lie like a writer - about you, about himself, about anything.

I should know. This article really struck home. Lord, I'm tempted to backslide bigtime, but my lips have been sealed for nine days - and I am determined to keep my New Year's Resolution.

From "THE SMOKING GUN" Website:

A Million Little Lies - Exposing James Frey's Fiction Addiction.

"Book Club" author's best-selling nonfiction memoir filled with fabrications, falsehoods, other fakery, TSG probe finds.

JANUARY 8--Oprah Winfrey's been had.
www.thesmokinggun.com/archive/0104061jamesfrey1.html - 31k -

Spin Of The Day

Current mood: indignant

Category: News and Politics

Today's Yahoo news story about Schwartzenegger's latest motorcycle mishap references another, more serious accident he had in 2001, when he "was unable to avoid a car, which had stopped in front of him".
In other words, he ran into a car.

R.I.P. Delicious Demon

Current mood: unsurprised

Category: Life

Funny thing about censorship and websites. Nature abhors a vacuum. After the smart, funny people leave, the intellectually challenged members take up the slack, and their inane comments drive away more people. Soon even the occasional posters lose interest - and patience. Finally, the board becomes a personal blog, a "diarrhy", where one poster who is lonely, addled, and semi-literate blathers on and on and on about nothing in particular to nobody in particular. That's masturbation, not communication.

Euphemism Of The Day

Current mood: perplexed

Category: News and Politics

Yesterday's New York Daily News lauded Ariel Sharon as a great leader and statesman who expanded Israel's borders. Isn't this another way of saying he invaded neighboring nations? This is a good thing?

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Today's post on myspace.com:

Where Are All The Old Men? Current mood: horny

Category: Romance and Relationships

Just got a message from a seventeen year old boy in Maryland, who says, "i want to make u wet". He cuts right to the chase, doesn't he? His picture is similarly unencumbered with unnecessary and distracting details. He displays a close up shot of his six-pack abs. Just a torso doesn't give me much to fantasize about, but after reading his profile, I know a lot more about him. For example, I know he drinks Ginger Ale and wears red and white Nikes. It sounds like a match made in heaven. Should I pay for his bus fare to New Jersey? No. I can't wait until school's out. I want somebody right now.

Saturday, January 07, 2006

From one of my male friends, after reading my blog:

You DO "talk dirty" awfully well. I'm sorry I wasn't more into domesticity when we met.

My reply:

1) I do a lot of things awfully well.

2) Tempus fugit. If you blink, you lose.

3) Who said I'm into domesticity?

Friday, January 06, 2006

Dan Savage's latest column in the Village Voice is titled, Guys Would Rather Cum On Your Face Than Talk. Interesting observation - but it sounds like he's bought into that "women are from Venus, men are from Penis" nonsense. According to John Gray, women want to whine about their day, and men want to be left alone - and ideally, they reach an accommodation where they not only tolerate each other, they actually fuck two or three times a week.

I would like to know what planet Gray is from.

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

Technically, I'm breaking my New Year's Resolution by posting about you-know-who, but since this email exchange dates from late December, I'm going to post it. It kinda sums things up. As I said before, if Ken stops telling lies about me, I'll stop telling the truth about him. With any luck, in 2006, JUST ANOTHER POV will be Ken-free. Read from the bottom up. My anonymous friend's comments are in blue type:

Re: The Nut Job Who Used To Be Ken Brown ("The Brig")

Scary. Sad. To have been blessed with such intelligence and to have once exhibited such promise, and to plunge to such depths now. He never figured out to keep it all balanced, between booze and bad brain wiring.

Re: The Nut Job Who Used To Be Ken Brown ("The Brig")

Ken was a semi - celebrity in the sixties, when he was writing and tending bar in the Village, hanging with people like Larry Rivers and (then) Leroi Jones. His play, "The Brig", brought him instant success and acclaim. It was nominated for a Pulitzer, along with plays by Jones and Edward Albee, but for some reason the committee didn't give out the award that year. He taught playwriting at Yale Drama School and writing at the prestigious Iowa Writers Workshop without having a college degree. He received all kinds of honors and awards, including a Rockefeller AND a Guggenheim grant - all before he was thirty. It's been downhill ever since. He is spectacularly self-destructive, and something of a drama queen. He watches himself disintegrate and takes a certain perverse pleasure in it, even as he histrionically bemoans his fate. It's that schizzy writer thing of his. He's on both sides of the mirror. He now has no idea what's real and what isn't. Not only does he live in his head, everybody else does, too - including about a dozen versions of me. He has no friends. No one to love him and grow old with him. As for me, I'm lucky we didn't get physically involved. I adored him. I would have stood by him and he would have taken me down with him. Ken has much to regret. He once had immense gifts, movie star looks and a way with the ladies. All gone now. He lives hand to mouth, and like so many old people, he's two weeks from welfare. The young screenwriter who tooled around Hollywood in a Jag and a Porsche is now a seventy year old pizza delivery man navigating a twenty year old Mazda through Brooklyn traffic.

Subject: Re: The Nut Job Who Used To Be Ken Brown ("The Brig")

Whew, thank God he won't travel. I sure hope this isn't the same Ken Brown who was a slightly famous artist in the 70s. I used to buy every T-shirt and postcard he made. For instance, he did one of Amos and Andy, where Amos was from the TV show but Andy was Andy Warhol.

Subject: Re: The Nut Job Who Used To Be Ken Brown ("The Brig")

True, but in Ken's case, his illness has made him a virtual (no pun intended) recluse. He delivers pizzas from Lento's, an old, established pizza restaurant in Bay Ridge, which is located just a few blocks away from his apartment. He hasn't seen or heard from his grown children in decades, and has no idea where they are. He has alienated all his friends. He's alcoholic and psychotic and he might very well shoot me if I showed up on his doorstep, but there is no way he's gonna come to New Jersey. He's staying on his side of the bridge.

Subject: Re: The Nut Job Who Used To Be Ken Brown ("The Brig") It's scary to think of falling love with someone who could be so sick and so vicious, given the platform provided by the net

Subject: Re: The Nut Job Who Used To Be Ken Brown ("The Brig") XXXX, you are extraordinarily perceptive. I haven't told you the worst things about him - because, unlike him, I believe private conversations and communications should remain private. But Ken's public posts reveal him for who he is. He is more than disturbed, he is deranged. By the time I figured that out I was already madly in love with him. He reached out to me, then decided I was several people and demonized me. Long story. He "hears voices" and refuses to go on medication, because he's a writer and it would interfere with his "creativity". Meanwhile his life is a shambles and he hasn't published anything in years.

Subject: RE: The Nut Job Who Used To Be Ken Brown ("The Brig")

Protect your heart, Connie. Though this internet dating came along after I was married, it seems like an easy yet potentially dangerous way to hook up. He sounds like one very disturbed pizza delivery guy. I'd think twice before sending out for pizza again

Subject: The Nut Job Who Used To Be Ken Brown ("The Brig")

Haven't heard a word out of him lately, and I've got my fingers crossed. Actually, Ken's much worse than an internet stalker. If that were all there was to it, I'd delete his email. The thing is, he no longer writes to me, he writes about me - and posts on public websites. He's been doing this for two years. His posts are very persuasive. He's a professional writer. Or was, before mental illness and alcoholism destroyed his career and his life. Very sad. The fact that I am now countering with my own posts seems to have made him think twice about continuing to flame me. The man is crazy but he's not stupid. Thanks for the well-founded concern!