Thursday, October 14, 2010

profiles in modern creepiness

The independent film director I've blogged about here before is at it again.

He knows I can read search strings via Google Analytics (which is a handy way to track my Google ads), so he types nasty misogynist stuff, or obscene stuff, or just weird stuff at me. He slacked off for awhile so I thought he had gotten it out of his system - I mean seriously, how long can you keep getting a thrill from it?

Apparently much much longer than I ever could have guessed.

This has been going on, off and on, since March of this year.

He was back at it again last night:

It's the Internet equivalent of the obscene hangup call.

Do the women he works with, some of whom consider themselves feminists, have any idea he has such unsavory habits? I will have to ask them.