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One of those mornings where I felt like someone else entirely. I drove in the car, listening to Eawn McGregor sing and wearing Beatrice on my wrists and in my hair. Everything felt bright, and different. I wish I could explain it more clearly, but it was as if there was some kind of shift, a change somewhere inside.
Last night I found a care package in my mail. Several bars of Villainess soap, a bottle of sparkling cider, nuts, cocoa, and a bottle of Beatrice. I don't know who it came from, but I'm looking forward to putting it all to good use.
We watched an insanely good Dateline special on internet predators, where a vigilante group Perverted Justice arranged meetings for adults looking for kids to have sex with and then promptly turned all the chat logs, porn and information over to law enforcement. They had nineteen men come to a suburban home with the promise of a teenager alone. Instead of a kid, they were greeted by Stone Phillips in the kitchen, who grilled them about their lies and their chat records. It was amazing. Some of them ran, some of them stayed and made up ridiculous stories why they were there. One guy who ran was chased by a camera crew in a car as he hiked it back to the bus station. I can't believe they didn't recognize the guy. Their reactions when he revealed that he was from NBC and they would be on Dateline were genuinely hilarious. One rat fucking bastard showed up and stipped down naked. He looked green to the gills when Stone walked in on him. The guy pleaded he had never done this before, and swore he wouldn't do it again. But the very next day he made arrangements to meet a supposed teenager in a McDonalds! Stone caught him with a camera crew and said, "In all my years of television, I have never been at a loss for words. What are you thinking?!?"
It was funny, but horrifying. Tyler and I want to have parties where we all get together on our machines and volunteer for Perverted Justice. So far this year they've scored 22 convictions with the work they do. Awesome.
Last night I found a care package in my mail. Several bars of Villainess soap, a bottle of sparkling cider, nuts, cocoa, and a bottle of Beatrice. I don't know who it came from, but I'm looking forward to putting it all to good use.
We watched an insanely good Dateline special on internet predators, where a vigilante group Perverted Justice arranged meetings for adults looking for kids to have sex with and then promptly turned all the chat logs, porn and information over to law enforcement. They had nineteen men come to a suburban home with the promise of a teenager alone. Instead of a kid, they were greeted by Stone Phillips in the kitchen, who grilled them about their lies and their chat records. It was amazing. Some of them ran, some of them stayed and made up ridiculous stories why they were there. One guy who ran was chased by a camera crew in a car as he hiked it back to the bus station. I can't believe they didn't recognize the guy. Their reactions when he revealed that he was from NBC and they would be on Dateline were genuinely hilarious. One rat fucking bastard showed up and stipped down naked. He looked green to the gills when Stone walked in on him. The guy pleaded he had never done this before, and swore he wouldn't do it again. But the very next day he made arrangements to meet a supposed teenager in a McDonalds! Stone caught him with a camera crew and said, "In all my years of television, I have never been at a loss for words. What are you thinking?!?"
It was funny, but horrifying. Tyler and I want to have parties where we all get together on our machines and volunteer for Perverted Justice. So far this year they've scored 22 convictions with the work they do. Awesome.