The Continuing Trouble With Fubbo The Hut: Chapter 24

Today brought me more convoluted creepy weirdness from Fubbo the Hut, including 2 emails.

Apparently, Fubbo the Hut loves getting Bitch Slapped.

Individuals with Histrionic Personality Disorder crave attention. No matter how that attention is attained.

Fubbo had been told that if she does not stop emailing me, commenting on my blog, on other blogs about me, or lying about me, she'd get Bitch Slapped, yet again.

On Saturday I blogged The Continuing Trouble With Fubbo The Hut in which I pointed out that Fubbo was lying, again, in claiming I had subscribed to her Flea Market Newsletter.

Clearly these are very serious issues, which clearly is why I am wasting time on this.

The Continuing Trouble With Fubbo The Hut blogging generated 9 comments, 1 of which was from Fubbo, to which I counter-commented...

fubbo/lulu said...
You will be happy to know that I personally went and removed you from the list. You seemed to have opened every one of the newsletter's we sent you. Nice you like to keep such a good eye on me. But really, you can move on now.

Durango said...
Fubbo/Lulu, it was you who added me to your list, so it is a rare instance of you doing the right thing, for you to remove me from this list. Yet you could not stop yourself from lying, yet again, claiming you somehow can tell I opened every one of these newsletters. Methinks it is you who spends too much energy keeping an eye on me, via stalking my blog. So, me additionally thinks it would really behoove you to take your own advice and move on. Preferably to another planet.

Well, the above exchange drove Fubbo's Histrionic Personality Disorder up a notch. This caused Fubbo to make screencaps that she thought proved I'd been opening her Flea Market Newsletters to which I had not subscribed. What Fubbo apparently failed to notice was that her screencaps did prove that I had not subscribed to Fubbo's Flea Market Newsletter, that it was, as I said it was, that Fubbo had put me on this list.

I then replied to Fubbo's Screencap "proof" email with the following...

I am sure you believe that somehow something is able to track whether an email is opened because this "service" you are using is leading you to believe this is the case. 

Additionally I have not claimed I have never opened one of your spam emails. I have done so more than once anticipating some amusing bit of cray/cray. I am usually disappointed by the lack of cray/cray but appalled by grammar and syntax faux pas.

The best part of this data, that you just sent, was the part that said, Subscribed: Dec. 11, 2011 03:35 pm from N/A (You added this member).

Seems like only yesterday you were trying to claim I had subscribed to your Flea Market Newsletter. I'll help you out with your next lie. Just claim I magically hacked into your computer and nefariously added myself to your subscriber list, nasty dastardly bastard that be me. To make it even a better lie, add that you've consulted with the FBI about this crime and they are coming to investigate.

Anyway, thank you for the additional Fubbo Fodder. I'll try and find the energy to use it, but, lunch comes first.

Fubbo then replied to the above email, with her 2nd forbidden email of the day. In this email Fubbo pretty much ignores her previous lies which claimed I'd subscribed to her Flea Market Newsletter saying....

I don't think you are smart enough to crack into my computer, Gooff writes the newsletters so I will be sure to pass your well respected insights on to him. And I did add you because you were on my e-mail contact list, your sister alerted me to this fact, and when I went to look at how many of the e-mails she had opened she had not opened a one.

The most amusing part of what Fubbo had to say, above, is that she now thinks I am not smart enough to crack into her computer. When just a couple years ago, in one of her creepiest Facebook rantings, which came about because she'd been humiliated when caught lying about me on another blog, for which multiple people gave Fubbo a good Bitch Slapping, with Fubbo then making up a lie about me doing the same type thing, telling that lie on Facebook.

My FBI reference above refers to the above paragraph's referenced Fubbo Facebook incident. In that incident of idiocy, all these morons were chiming in with sympathy for the dirty deeds Fubbo was being dealt by nefarious me, when Fubbo told one of the morons that their advice worked, that the FBI was coming to talk to her and check out her computer, which apparently I had remotely hacked. Or cracked.

But, in the past couple years I guess I have become less smart regarding doing computer cracking or hacking, according to the Gospel According to Fubbo the Hut.

I Need A Heavy Duty Lifting Device To Get Fubbo The Hut Off My Blog

Yesterday I got a call regarding the Fubbogate Scandal. The caller had read Fubbo the Hut's Facebook rantings and was also a longtime reader of my blog. The caller asked me what it is that Fubbo the Hut is so upset about and what it is Fubbo thinks I have done to her.

I told the caller that Fubbo the Hut's tantrums have been triggered by my blog posts.

The caller then rhetorically opined, but you don't ever mention Fubbo the Hut's actual name, how would anyone know this is her that you are talking about?

Good question.

Does the term paranoid neurotic mean anything to anyone?

The blog post that triggered Fubbo the Hut's recent display of bad behavior was from way back in June, titled You Pathological Lying Cheaters Are Easily Busted. The person whose pathological lying I was describing was not named. But, it was a Fubbo the Hut lie that I was talking about. Fubbo recognized her lie and then made a totally stupid comment to that blogging, containing more lies, which is what is known as irony.

In December I blogged about Fubbo the Hut's ironic comment in a blogging titled The Lingering Creepy Weirdness Of Fubbo The Hut.

It was the December blog post about Fubbo the Hut, with its details of more Fubbo madness, which set off her Facebook ranting. I blogged about this in a blogging titled The Lingering Creepy Weirdness Of Fubbo The Hut On Facebook.

Apparently Fubbo thought she'd blocked me from Facebook, which made her think she was in the free and clear to do some more of her pathological lying, in the Facebook venue.

I then got a call telling me Fubbo the Hut was blowing up again on Facebook. I had had enough of reading Fubbo's Facebook ranting, so I did not look at it, but I blogged Time Heals All Wounds & Wounds All Heals Including Fubbo The Hut.

A short time later I learned that this latest Fubbo the Hut Facebook blowup was not just attacking me, but that she was going after innocents who had done absolutely nothing to warrant the wrath of a creepy quarter ton sociopathic psychotic monster. I blogged about this in Contemplating Throwing Fubbo The Hut Off Fosdick Falls.

Now, here is where it gets even more amusingly ironic. One of Fubbo the Hut's lies has been that I have been stalking her. Near as I can tell, by stalking her, Fubbo means I read her blog and then blog about what I read.

Truth of the matter is, Fubbo the Hut's now dead blog was not even remotely interesting, with her writing being borderline illiterate. There was nothing there to stalk.

Have I made fun a time or two of something ridiculous on Fubbo's blog that I read myself or was told about?

Yes.

Is that stalking?

No.

One would need to be an idiot to think this is stalking.

An idiot. Or Fubbo the Hut.

With Fubbo the Hut, what she accuses someone else of doing she is likely the one doing it. Like stalking blogs. She's been caught more than once making rude anonymous comments, about me, on various blogs. Of late she has been stalking this very blog you are reading right now, over and over and over again throughout the day and night. The below shows up on my blog stats multiple times 24/7...

The blog posts about Fubbo the Hut's sociopathic madness are being a bit interesting, stats-wise. As in the number of pageviews of the various blog posts about Fubbo the Hut have been way higher than is the norm. For instance, the blog post that triggered Fubbo's paranoia, The Lingering Creepy Weirdness Of Fubbo The Hut has had well over 1,000 page views. The most recent post about Fubbo, Contemplating Throwing Fubbo The Hut Off Fosdick Falls has had over 600 pageviews.

What is causing all these pageviews? It can't be accounted for by Fubbo the Hut's chronic stalking.

It is very perplexing.

Contemplating Throwing Fubbo The Hut Off Fosdick Falls With Grandpa Gar Going Bang Bang Boom Boom

Fosdick Falls in Oakland Lake Park

I was not too surprised today to see that the deluge of the past couple days has Fosdick Lake's Fosdick Creek roaring over Fosdick Falls in Oakland Lake Park.

The volume of water falling was not quite sufficient to make the earth tremble, but is was sufficient to make a good strong water falling noise.

Shorts and a t-shirt were not quite sufficient outer wear coverage today. The temperature was, allegedly, in the mid 50s. But, a strong wind, and clouds blocking the sun, made for some chilly outdoor aerobicizing.

Changing the subject from chilly Fosdick Falls to Fubbo the Hut.

I am feeling real bad about Fubbo the Hut. Well, not exactly bad about Fubbo, but bad about what Fubbo is doing to yet one more innocent victim of Fubbo the Hut's irrational, neurotic wrath.

Fubbo is claiming that Tacoma's Connie D has somehow betrayed Fubbo by somehow helping me do something imaginary to Fubbo the Hut.

I have referenced a time, or two, an entity I refer to as my "Tacoma Informant."

Well, this is actually more than one person. And they are not really informants. It's more a thing where I will get asked something, for instance, "Do you know what Fubbo did to Jon Bob?" I then will ask one of my Tacoma Informants who the hell Jon Bob is and if they know what Fubbo did to them.

I believe Fubbo the Hut is convinced Connie D is my Tacoma Informant and the blog commenter who calls herself  "Tacoma Girl."

Fubbo the Hut is making up all sorts of twisted lies regarding this, and is insinuating that she feels in danger, scared of what Connie D and me are going to do to her.

This is all quite unsettling.

And totally horrible to be doing to Connie D, who has never talked to me about Fubbo the Hut. Connie D Facebook friended me years ago, which I assume is the source of Fubbo the Hut's paranoia.

As for my "Tacoma Informants". None of those, who I refer to as such, actually lives in Tacoma. One is in Puyallup, one is in Seattle, with another one in Snohomish.

Changing the subject from the sick subject of Fubbo the Hut to something more normal.

I learned today that Gar the Texan is getting married, yet again. I assume that this time the wife will be able to speak English. I really think being able to communicate would be useful if one wants to be married to someone.

It is not all that much of a surprise to learn that Gar the Texan is getting married again. I have lost track of what number this will be. Wife #4? Or is it #5?

The surprising news, from Gar the Texan, that I learned today, is that he is about to become a Grandpa.

How can Gar the Texan be old enough to be a Grandpa?

Maybe Gar the Texan is just being tricky, leaving out a detail or two. Like maybe the new wife has a Grandkid, which would make Gar the Texan a step-Grandpa, upon marrying the new wife.

And on one more Gar the Texan note, before I shut up, a couple weeks ago Gar blogged about Seeing Red, which had to do with his fixation on redheads. The blogging included the video you see below, Beth Hart singing Bang Bang Boom Boom. This song has become, for me, what I believe is called an Earworm. Meaning I can't get Bang Bang Boom Boom out of my head. It's very addictive...



UPDATE: I forgot to mention that Tacoma's Connie D is not the same as the Texas Connie D. These are totally different people, who have the same first name and last names which start with the same letter, that being "D".

Time Heals All Wounds & Wounds All Heels Including Fubbo The Hut

The past couple days I've heard from a couple of my Tacoma Informants, telling me that Fubbo the Hut is back ranting crazy stuff again, crazy stuff that makes absolutely no sense.

Apparently the crazy ranting is taking place on Facebook again.

Fubbo the Hut erroneously thinks she has me blocked from viewing her Facebook ranting.

I don't think I am going to look at it this time. It just sort of makes me sad. And then I feel motivated to do some copying, pasting and cropping, followed by a blogging making fun of Fubbo the Hut's irrational, pathological, creepy lying.

It is sort of like shooting a real fat fish in a really small barrel. Not fair game.

The thing is, time really does heal all wounds, and wound all heels. Fubbo the Hut is a wounded heel. A fat wounded heel with a serious criminal record. And a reputation that can be summed up by the fact that people are warned not to leave a purse unattended in a room where Fubbo the Hut is in attendance.

Tacoma's Fubbo The Hut Mistaken For An Australian/Tasmanian Blobfish

A few minutes ago incoming email from one of my Tacoma Informants included the photo you see here. The TI claimed this is a recent photo of Fubbo the Hut.

I do see the resemblance, but I am almost 100% this is not actually Fubbo the Hut.

For one thing, I've not heard anything about Fubbo being bald.

Fubbo the Hut has recently been caught, again, doing her creepy stalking thing. I think just about anyone on the planet would empathize with how unsettling it would be to have something that looks like Fubbo the Hut stalking them.

What the sad-looking creature in the photo actually is, is a Blobfish. Now, I can clearly see how one might use the word "Blobfish" to refer to Fubbo the Hut. But a Blobfish is actually a real fish.

Blobfish float along the ocean floor off the coasts of Australia and Tasmania, surviving by eating whatever drifts in front of it.

Okay, that is one more eerie similarity to Fubbo the Hut, who also eats whatever drifts in front of it.

Words Of Wisdom About Growing Big From Tacoma's Fubbo The Hut

In the picture you are looking at the Tacoma entity known as Fubbo the Hut.

Fubbo the Hut is sort of the parakeet in the mine that should have warned Washington it was heading towards its current status as the most obese state on the west coast.

Washington has had a HUGE obesity increase since 1995, mirrored by Fubbo the Hut's personal increase from an estimated 250 pounds to a heft level some now estimate as high as 3 times the 1995 poundage.

When I last saw Fubbo the Hut, in 2008, her voluminous adipose tissue had totally consumed her neck, raising her shoulders to under her chin, as you can clearly see in the picture. Due to no longer having a neck, Fubbo the Hut was no longer able to turn her head. The entire enormous body had to be rotated in order to look left or right.

This would seem to be creating a bit of a hazard when operating a motor vehicle.

A couple days ago one of my Tacoma Informants, I call her Purty Gurl, emailed me a link to Fubbo the Hut's latest blog post, telling me I would find the irony amusing. I find Fubbo the Hut's blog posts to be painful to look at, let alone read. But, I clicked on the link anyway.

This is what I found.....

Some things I know for sure.

What ever you pay attention to grows, for better or worse.

The only thing I am the best at is being myself.

2nd Saturdayz makes me feel very proud.

I am lucky.   I am lucky.    I am lucky.

Oy.

That is Jewish for Good Gawd where do I start?

What ever you pay attention to grows? Fubbo the Hut pays a lot of attention to food. So, I can see where there is some truth to this observation.

The only thing one is best at is being their self? Uh. Yes, I can see where this is true. There is no one on the planet as good at being Fubbo the Hut as Fubbo the Hut. With her idiotic knack for stating the obvious.

2nd Saturdayz makes Fubbo the Hut feel very proud.

Near as I can tell, 2nd Saturdayz is a flea market. This is one of the sadder things I have read today. A flea market making someone feel very proud.

And then Fubbo repeats the phrase "I am lucky" three times.

Why is she lucky? Very perplexing.

Is she lucky because she is the best at being herself? Is Fubbo lucky due to paying attention to food and thus growing to being one of the biggest people in Washington? Is Fubbo the Hut lucky because of a flea market?

Very very perplexing. I can see why my Tacoma Informant found this particular Fubbo the Hut spewing to be amusing. And ironic. And really dumb.

Fubbo The Hut Forgets To Eat And Then Gets Into A Gun Battle At A Tacoma McDonald's

That is Fubbo the Hut in the picture. Fubbo the Hut lives in Tacoma. Years ago she was an acquaintance of mine, til her episodes of wacky-doodle craziness were no longer funny.

Fubbo the Hut has a blog. I don't often think to look at Fubbo's blog, because, well, it is sort of, well, embarrassing, which causes a cringe reflex in me.

And then she has all these people who must be even dumber than Fubbo, telling her how brilliant her most recent post is and how brave she was to do what it was she has described in her latest incoherent, cringe-inducing post.

So, here's my short version of Fubbo the Hut's most recent blogging.

But, before I get to that, I must add that Fubbo the Hut is a clinically diagnosed pathological liar.

So, at the start of the post, Fubbo informs us that on this one particular day she forgot to eat.

Yeah, right. This is a 600 or 700, or more, pound person who never forgets to eat. Constantly. In massive volumes. Hence the Fubbo the Hut body.

So, Fubbo's long suffering husband gets home from work. Fubbo then remembers, supposedly, that she's not eaten all day. Convinces the husband to transport her to Safeway so the Hut can get some chicken strips from the Safeway Deli.

Tragedy strikes.

The Deli is out of chicken strips. How about Chinese food?

No.

No Chinese food after 7 pm. Supposedly.

So, in a grocery store full of food, and in an area with a lot of restaurants, including a real good Thai place, Fubbo the Hut convinces her husband to drive a distance to the nearest McDonald's.

Arriving at the McDonald's Fubbo the Hut has her husband go inside to get her an Angus burger. Fubbo stays in the car because it is not easy to move when you are Fubbo the Hut. And Fubbo can no longer fit in McDonald's seating. I learned that on my last visit to the PNW when Fubbo nearly destroyed a stool and table in a Gig Harbor McDonald's.

Fubbo made up some odd explanation as to why the drive up window was not an okay method to use to get her an Angus burger.

As Fubbo the Hut sat there waiting for her first nutrition of the day, a car drove into the drive-thru with music pumping and thumping a loud bass boom that Fubbo claimed vibrated her windows. And, I suspect, her thick layers of adipose tissue also resonated with the vibrating.

Fubbo the Hut then saw, supposedly, that a baby was seated next to a throbbing speaker. Then, again supposedly, Fubbo the Hut got out of her car, waddled over to the booming car and politely, again, supposedly, tried to explain to the driver that the loud noise was destroying the baby's ear drums.

The driver told Fubbo the Hut to mind her own business.

Fubbo persisted. The driver then, supposedly, reached down and pulled out a gun and said something like, "Go away you fat scary freak."

Fubbo the Hut then waddled back to her car, where she awaited her Angus burger. And then, when it arrived, again supposedly, Fubbo did not mention the incident to her burger delivering husband.

Now. I have been the victim of one of Fubbo the Hut's episodes where she is just darn sure she is right about something and determined that you see the light. I imagine the guy in the car, supposedly with a gun, was scared to death to have this freakish space alien hollering at him.

Trust me, when you have hundreds upon hundreds of pounds of angry flesh hollering at you, irrationally and incoherently, it is a situation where you wish you had a gun.

At the start of her blogging about this supposed incident, Fubbo the Hut said she really should stay inside at all times and avoid human contact. In this assessment, for once, I think she may be thinking clearly.

And, additionally, how does a grown adult not have a supply of food in their house? And when you realize you've not eaten, and there is no food in the house, you go to a grocery store to get chicken strips? Rather than stock up on your food supply at the grocery store? With nothing to eat in the house, what happened the next morning?

McDonald's for breakfast?

I do like their biscuits.

And why would you share this supposed incident with others, on your blog, when it makes you appear to be a total idiot?

Very perplexing. Who forgets to eat? Particularly among the obese?