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12-18-2007, 05:59 AM

Hi Marcus, I believe I pm'd you some time ago on AB about Jason. This is a much better venue to discuss your transaction and try to get a resolution than the warning/inquiry section there. Maybe with some pressure, he will try to make it right with the people involved.

First step, notify Jason of this thread, that he may respond with his side of events. Get hard copies of emails between you, as legal action may be your only remedy.

While nobody likes their personal business aired in public, be advised tho that anything and everything about anyone posting in the BOI could be made public in this thread.

I direct interested parties to read this thread on Arachnoboards

I had asked Jason about an opportunity to work w/ him and learn more about inverts as he was expanding to a business from his hobby, I rec'd one email from him that possibly written as a joke, but highly inappropriate and somewhat vulgar. Here is an exerpt from the last of a couple emails i rec'd from him:

From: "The Arachnoporium (Jason Sobek)" <thearachnoporium@comcast.net> Add to Address Book Add Mobile Alert
To: "'P. Sutter'"
Subject: Bishop to Queen's Rook Seven.
Date: Tue, 28 Aug 2007 02:47:20 -0700

Hello Paul,
Actually, I have never played Chess –

The details of my life are quite inconsequential …

Where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it

At the very least, from emails and viewing his myspace page (tengu79), I think he has delusions of grandeur and is some sort of young weirdo with questionable morals I wish nothing to do with.

12-18-2007, 05:59 AM	#2
omni	Hi Marcus, I believe I pm'd you some time ago on AB about Jason. This is a much better venue to discuss your transaction and try to get a resolution than the warning/inquiry section there. Maybe with some pressure, he will try to make it right with the people involved. First step, notify Jason of this thread, that he may respond with his side of events. Get hard copies of emails between you, as legal action may be your only remedy. While nobody likes their personal business aired in public, be advised tho that anything and everything about anyone posting in the BOI could be made public in this thread. I direct interested parties to read this thread on Arachnoboards I had asked Jason about an opportunity to work w/ him and learn more about inverts as he was expanding to a business from his hobby, I rec'd one email from him that possibly written as a joke, but highly inappropriate and somewhat vulgar. Here is an exerpt from the last of a couple emails i rec'd from him: From: "The Arachnoporium (Jason Sobek)" <thearachnoporium@comcast.net> Add to Address Book Add Mobile Alert To: "'P. Sutter'" Subject: Bishop to Queen's Rook Seven. Date: Tue, 28 Aug 2007 02:47:20 -0700 Hello Paul, Actually, I have never played Chess – The details of my life are quite inconsequential … Where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it At the very least, from emails and viewing his myspace page (tengu79), I think he has delusions of grandeur and is some sort of young weirdo with questionable morals I wish nothing to do with.