May 6, 2013
Some Twitter stalker going all balls out to hit me. This happens. The stalker thing. I appear to be stalker candy.
Sometimes I wonder if I should even be out in the world, but, fuck it, I want to live my life.
It generally happens because someone makes up in his or her mind what I am supposed to be. And then splat, they meet me, and I’m not it. Ahhh! She isn’t my imagined girl on the unicorn! Ahhhh!
Look I’m not a girl on a unicorn. And a very smart friend once told me, Look, you owe people who bought the book one thing and one thing only: The book. And you don’t have to be anything more or less than that. The end.
This fucker didn’t even buy the book. He just chased me around on Twitter. His intro was him telling me how amusing he found the Boston Marathon Bombing and West, Texas explosions. And since I did not find either amusing, it went downhill from there.
But he kept following me.
When I posted, Had anyone read the book who could give it a review? He said, “So, did I want HIM to give it a review”?
It was a threat.
I said I’d prefer people who read the book gave it reviews. And then he got more freaky and I blocked him.
He reviewed the book on Amazon. Just like he promised to do if I wasn’t nicer to him. A book he never read.
And he started a WordPress blog titled MaxAdamsAndTwitter. And pasted my photo on it and went to town with posts — with a link off his Amazon “review.”
WordPress took the blog down. Seeing as it was wearing my name and was draped in my photos and that’s kind of fucked up.
Amazon, however, is a little kinder and friskier with stalkers.
Amazon was the link out to the Max Adams Stalker Blog, see. But no worries. First, Amazon couldn’t find the one 1 star review on the book’s Amazon page even with an ISBN and link to the review. I know, that was the first email a week or so later after I asked for help.
(No worries, Amazon, I will send them to you again.)
Then, the review that flat out says “I didn’t read the book I just hate and want to fuck with the author” and links to a WordPress blog wearing the author’s name and photo attacking the author, well, no worries. That doesn’t violate Amazon terms of service. Because I guess being a conduit to personal and professional attacks on authors on the internet is no biggy, Amazon?
For fuck’s sake, Amazon, what are your terms of service?
I have to go call my lawyers now to find out what it means when an online business is actively operating as a conduit for personal and professional stalker attacks on female individuals through the internet. I asked for help more than once from you guys.
Love and Kisses,
Your Fuck You Amazon Adams Girl
PS: Hey, I posted your photo up there, you won’t mind right? You didn’t mind linking out to a stalker who was posting my photos, so I figured it would not bother you. Smooches!
March 31, 2013
I have been working my little fingers to the bone revamping the book site. Go see. It’s pretty.
March 14, 2013
And about town Baksy’ing and I ran into these people. I was about to put my sticker up on a poster and someone said, “That’s our movie, you’re not going to paper over our poster while we are standing here?”
My reaction was, “Oh yes I will.” [Because I am just like that.] My friend Cathy’s reaction was, “Of course we won’t.” [Because she is just like that.]
It resulted in a convo [and I say "convo" just to piss off my friend Raincoaster] in which the woman in the group asked to exchange paper and share, and said, You have to do this too.
["You have to do this too" meant, if she took my paper and handed it out, I had to take her paper and hand it out too.]
It was a really unfair share. She had about ten really nice printed movie poster postcards. I handed her about 50 off the cuff cheap paper print offs. And then she asked for some back realizing she was just about out.
Her movie is The Other Shore: “The Other Shore” follows world record holder and legendary swimmer Diana Nyad as she comes out of a thirty-year retirement to re-attempt swimming 103 miles non-stop from Cuba to Florida. She is clearly insane, who would do that? But it’s pretty freaking great. Go see the movie.
I wonder whether the film chick really did anything with those book papers I handed her or just tossed them. Me, I went to a lot of trouble to make sure I got those five nice post cards to the right people. But? It probably didn’t work. Five? That’s hard to make really hit.
I give it to you peeps. Make it move. If Film Chick did it right? She distributed 50 printed pages of the book. Make it right: