confessions and revelations
 

someone created this dummy account a while back, and i have an idea (stolen from the Howard Stern Show)for it.

login with the password "password" to this account.

post a revelation or confession about yourself, being careful not to reveal your identity.

wait until I (lj) say it's time and then post that you are participating and one of the revelations is you.

then we guess who did what.

rules:
1. NO LYING.

2. you must cop to your revelation/confession when the time comes

3. NO LYING

4.

I lied in the "confessions and revelations" thread even though Jim said not to.

oops....forgot rule # 4

4. no smart ass remarks from bruce.

This is a great idea (among many that LJ, who clearly has a lot of time to himself on that long commute, has had) - except for the rule that you've got to fess up sometime in the future. This is going to seriously limit the number and quality of confessions.

I think it would be a lot more intriguing if people posted their anonymous confessions, and then later said that they had participated...but not to which specific item.

would this be more fun if we never revealed who went with what? might get better dirt that way. unless people lie.

wow. you beat me to it

Ok there was this one time when I got dressed up as a lady of affluence and

wait how come its says footfootfoot?

it wasn't me.

:lol:

Could UT tell by computer magic who the anonymous person was when they logged on based on their computer's address ? (I am very ignorant of proper terminology, forgive me)

good question

Yes. Don't want to, but yes.

could you only tell who was logged in WHILE they were logged in, or could you see who was logged into that acct at the time of a certain post?

In general it's very easy to see what address the person is using assuming they don't have a proxy. Once you have this information it's also very easy to find out who owns the network they came from. That often isn't that useful for determining a person's exact identity. After all, how many Dwellars use AOL? Verizon? Comcast? You'd have to get the company running that network to tell you who had access to that address at a particular time (a process that often requires a court order), unless you can infer something from the pattern of access or you have other knowledge to match things up with.

For example, if you know that a particular poster works at Company X, and you see a connection from companyx.com's network, you can suspect (though not be 100% certain) that that poster did the deed. (The poster who is aware of this and feels like doing something else can use tor, which several people have mentioned before, or several other different proxying methods.)

If a poster logs out, logs back in as "anonymous", and then logs back in under his or her "real" account it will be fairly obvious from the log who this was, assuming that all this is done in short order, just because it happened from the same address in a very short period of time. If you post from your house, log out, go to Starbucks, and then log on as a different username, it's not so obvious.

EDIT: I say this not to bust on UT, but because it's true of any site you visit, and I think it's good for people to be aware of these things.

Also, more and more employers are checking outbound traffic to guard against the release of confidential customer info and/or trade secrets. If you're going to whistleblow against your employer don't do it from your work computer. :headshake

Damn... does this mean UT knows I read the "girl talk"" thread?

login: anonymous
password: password

People!

Not only that, but everyone can see what you read. From the main screen. Scroll down to "Currently Active Users" and click on it.

All righty then...
I'm just trying out the new suit to see if it fits. It's not quite right, but it will do.

My revelation? Well, my revelation is that I logged in as "anonymous" while still logged in as myself. Two different browsers. Crazy? Or crazy like a fox?

I may make a real revelation in the future, instead of this fucktard one today.

This one time, at band camp... Oh wait, I gotta log in right....

ok. that's better. this one time, at band camp.... i snuck up behind a kid that pissed me off, and peed on his back....

Jim, you bastard, that was you. (the post and the piss)

only UT can prove that

What if someone did it from a public library? Can you make a confession that makes you seem like someone else and implicate them for YOUR dirty deed? Oh, wait! I think someone already has done that! :D

My revelation: my nipples are 2" in diameter

i logged into this account and gleaned a good bit of information about the original owner from the control panel and the private messages (including an email address). am posting this just to make that person nervous, because I'm an asshole that way.

here is your confession, although it's a bit old:

i have made someone cry on purpose. they had never wronged me - i just wanted to hurt someone.

I have reset the anonymous email... can't tell what else you could get from it

just the nipples or the areolae? :mg:

That must have been Bruce. I have six nipples. :D

OMG this is going to be the funniest thread yet.

NOTICE:
This is the first time I have seen this thread.
I have never logged in as anonymous.
:p

Oh, so you were the one who logged in as Jinx? :D

Come to think of it, it's more fun confessing things when people know it's you. I'm the one who made someone cry just for the cruelty of it. I was in high school. Didn't have many friends, either.

I didn't really find out much from the user control panel though, other than it used the western europe time zone. And the user likes stuffed animal porn. And has nekkid pics of lumberjim (with stuffed animals, no less)

whoever it was that put lj on the ignore list-

that's some funny shit

one christmas, when i was a kid, i got into my mom's closet before anything was wrapped, and looked at everything. the thing i was most excited about getting was a dart board......she had gotten in for my dad. i felt gypped. never did that again.

boy, i feel better now

I used to cut class in high school and write faked notes from my Mom saying that I had missed school due to "a small accident in the home."

Then one day the principle's office called when my Dad was home from work and he COVERED for me! When I got came home that day he regaled me with stories of how he used to cut class with his older brother to go fishing!

My old man was something else! We never told my Mom OR the principle's office, either!

In my workplace, two older women *50ish* let me reach into their bras and fondle their breasts, and slide my hands down the back of their pants and squeeze their naked asses.

They filed the sexual harassment lawsuit against me and the dealership yesterday.

I routinely skim most posts longer than a couple paragraphs. As a general rule, I feel if you can't sum up your argument at least a reasonable amount, then you don't truly know what your point is. There are exceptions for intriguing or very well-written longer posts, but contrary to the posters' beliefs this does not include the vast majority of the long ones.

just too lazy to switch logins here.....this is lj:

i totally agree with that last post. although why it was posted anon i don;t get. unless it was someone who WRITES long posts.

Nobody really reads tw. We all know that. You don't need to post anonymously to say so.

I once did a big poo in someone's shower... I thought it was their toilet, and was incredibly embarassed when I realized my mistake. Honestly, it's a long story and makes sense (sorta) when you hear it all!

I woundered who did THAT !!!!!

I think that is a long story that needs to be told. I can't really figure out how such confusion could occur without an extremely large amount of alcohol being involved.

You weren't at Mike'z house for the bike race, were you?

I was posting about Dov. :rolleyes:

I was at a jobsite and the homeowner was getting annoyingly precious about her new floor (which we had just installed) trying to insist that the rest of the work be carried out without shoes. Neither practical nor likely.

The air was very dry and I had a lot of boogers in my nose and at one point I couldn't find a tissue so I just used a "farmer's handkerchief" all over the pristine floor.

Charming.

I assume you were paid in advance, anonymous, old buddy. ;)

We are saving a seat for you, even all the coffee you can drink, but dammit no smoking anymore. (Smoke breaks)

Evan a couple of babes who may take advantage of a naive newbie like you.

Okay, you asked for it: the poo story in all its glory... and astonishingly (not to mention embarassingly) there was no alcohol (or other mind altering substance) involved.

I was backpacking in Vietnam in 1995. At one point I was on a mini bus tour of the DMZ, and at lunchtime we stopped at a new roadside cafe. I was told the toilets were out the back, and headed out there along with a German guy who had been sick all morning. The two "toilets" turned out to be two concrete slabs, each with concrete walls about a yard high, on three sides only (no door). Each slab had a single teensy hole in it, about the diameter of a golfball. We both checked with the staff - they got cranky and kept pointing at the (almost) cubicles. I felt sorry for the poor German guy; the way he was clutching at his belly, I knew what he was there for. At least I only needed a piss. I should add that this was the only time I had seen an alleged toilet of this sort - the others had all been a variety of western or squat toilet.

Okay, so a few days later I'm in another town, another cafe. This time I needed to take a humungous dump. I asked the lady who ran the cafe where the toilet was, and she said it was down the back, in the yard. I walked through the house, which was long, with doors open to several tiny homes, and with several courtyards along the way (but none with an outhouse of any sort). Finally, it ended in a fenced yard, where there were two doors. Two of the waitresses from the cafe were there washing dishes in a bowl on the ground.

(I know this sounds like some sort of Jungian dream, but unfortunately it was all too real. I still have witnesses to the awfulness!)

I tried the first door, which wouldn't open for me, and I told the girls I was after the toilet. They both pointed at the door on the right. I opened the door and - yep - another concrete slab with a tiny hole. I turned around and said "no no no, toilet, TOILET!" but they just frowned and jabbed their fingers at the same door. I didn't want to seem condescending by harping on about their toilet being sub-standard, so I bit the bullet and ensconced myself in there. I then noticed there was a roll of toilet paper on the dividing wall, so this seemed to confirm things.

I just KNEW there was no way my poo was going to fit into that hole - not even if I managed to hit it straight on. My poo is just way too muscular looking. So rather than block up the only drainage hole, I made a heap beside the hole. It was en ENORMOUS heap. Roughly the size of half a basketball.

There was no water supply in there that I could see (who would think of looking at the ceiling? which was dark, by the way), not a tap or a bucket - nothing. The other one in the DMZ was the same. To make it a bit more acceptable (to me at least) I covered it modestly with a few sheets of toilet paper. A white puffy covered poo pile.

I emerged, the girls smiled serenely as they scrubbed, I washed my hands at the tap in the far corner of the yard (no bucket or shovel in sight), and went back tot he front of the cafe. As I came in, an Irish guy at my table headed out back. I mumbled an apology about the smell as he went, but his girlfriend assured me that he was about to make a big smell himself. When he got back, I apologised again about my pile and the smell, but he said he hadn't seen a pile. (I thought: wow! they must whip straight in there and shovel it out somehow!) So then I asked him if he had made a pile beside the hole too and he said "what?" I asked again, and he just looked slightly bewildered and said no, most of it went straight down the hole and what remained, he flushed down.

"Flushed?" I said.
"Yeah, you know, flushed. I flushed it down the toilet."
"FLUSHED?! TOILET?! Which door did you use?"
"The left one."

I had only had a few seconds of reeling from this revelation when one of the waitresses from the yard came scampering past our table, her hand clamped over her mouth and bright pink in the face. She raced over to the cafe owner, who was sitting at a table at the front with another few local ladies, and whispered to them. They all turned, as one, and stared straight at me, then all started screaming with laughter.

See? Simple mistake, anyone could have done it.

P.S. Reveal my true identity? You've got to be joking!

OH SHIT!!!!

Sorry. I saw a target of opportunity.

As you were squating there, did a little voice in your head go "Pilot to bombadier"?
At least the payload was on time and on target.