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This site comprises documentation of my contact and interaction with Virginia State Police Special Agent (Anthony) Tony Gattuso -- up until the agency he's employed by forbid him to see me. Posts are in chronological order; newest additions are on the last page.

Thrill Me, Chill Me, Fulfill Me

So now I had dual cathecting things going on at once, simultaneously brought about by VSP Tony.

The first was the Metadata mahoozuht. I was conceptually aware of it in a general manner -- not like I’d never heard of it -- but I couldn’t imagine how it applied to the info he’d plainly gained about me from the contents of my I HeArTE JADE site. And since, again, I’d determined the darling man didn’t bring things up for no precise reason, when he mentioned it, I naturally had to research it using Google.

The more I read, the more I freaked. It was the equivalent of a grenade; only, I didn’t know when it was going to explode or, more importantly, maybe it had already. By the time Tony had composed a new email to me titled “Shhesh... did you know this would happen??” it’s adequate to say hell yeah I knew! I’d found out there was a plug-in for Firefox related to the -- what could safely be called “traitorous” -- element and I was ripping through my weblog with it, in utter awe.

Due to my former ignorance on the matter, by blogging certain tidbits I’d unwittingly caused what I saw as two huge problems. Uno: I’d completely compromised the anonymity of a few of my unidentified Law Enforcement sources. Dos: I’d, though unintentionally, possibly violated the terms of my plea agreement. The former could cost my close cop sweethearts their jobs and more, the latter could cost me my freedom. I was greater worried about protecting my much-loved lawmen than being sent back to the roach-dominated slammer, therefore re-hiding them became top priority.

I will be eternally appreciative to the savvy state policeman for alerting my attention to this.

The second was the pornographic text Tony had written and shared with me. I admit I’m not the best author but I do try to be grammatical… literate… sententious... all that junk…and, as annoying as it might be to me sometimes, I can’t help but view with an editorial eye what others pen. So, at onset perusal that’s how my brain valuated his erotica. Upon immediate subsequent reading, I decided, as far as its intent to arouse, it wasn’t half-bad. However, I was mostly impressed that he’d passed it along to me to begin with. I couldn’t negatively critique it after that. Besides, I still hadn’t found out who he was. Luckily I’m fairly capable of playing extra nice to reach a goal.