Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Funny thing

I've been meaning to do a quick update for some time now, but wouldn't you know it, I've actually been super busy with my real life and chuffed that the blog for my fledgling company gets six times the amount of hits that this site gets. And this site gets a load, although many of them are searches for some other Janna, something to do with sexy times (one would imagine these seekers are flying solo). Then again, who knows, maybe it is the same Janna. She seems to like inflicting sexy times onto her unknowing targets. But my e-comm website, they're all there for ME, man! Yay!

So, anyway, real life intrudes upon the mess Janna made of my past real life. Hence, the quick update turns out to be not so quick.

I think it's important to keep everyone updated, and there ARE a fair amount of people who do check in here, all of them people who knew Janna Saint James Priggie in one of her many masks. This fact is, for me, double-edged. Part of my soul feels bolstered at having these comrades-in-arms, it makes me feel a little less gullible/stupid, because I see how convincing she can be, even in person and not over the intertubes. The other part of my soul feels gutted at knowing other people have been cut to the quick by her, and that even my lawsuit against her hasn't curtailed her impersonation activities one iota.

So let's start with the lawsuit. It's been going on since February 2008 (oh lawsy, almost two years). It's been, I kid you not, to-ing and fro-ing with complaints and responses in a Goldilocks & the Three Bears fashion, where the first complaint wasn't detailed enough, the second was too detailed, mere technicalities, etc etc and really it's just all about delaying it so I run out of money (or patience). There were issues with the judge retiring and a new fella taking his place, more delays and catching up.

Janna's lawyer kept making oblique overtures about Janna's insurance company making some kind of settlement offer for amounts in the neighborhood of $15,000. What the what? Insurance? What kind of insurance covers you against fraud and defamation? I'll have to check my policy, because I'm pretty sure I don't have that in mine. If someone breaks into my car, sure, I'll get reimbursed up to a grand, I think. But fraud? Wow, Batavia's got some comprehensive insurance plans. But who even thinks of getting coverage for this, unless you're already afraid of getting sued for fraud and defamation? WhatEVS. I said thanks, but no thanks.

So, the past almost-two years has been spent just trying to secure a trial. It's cost me a pretty penny, and it's a good thing I have vintage couture up the wazoo, because it's become my Janna Prosecution Fund. Just before Christmas, the new judge orally dismissed the case with prejudice (a tersely scrawled order followed, no actual reason given).

I'm appealing, of course, and don't worry, Goldilocks, we'll draft a complaint that the new judge deems just riiight. But I just did want to put down for the record that it's not cheap, it's a long and painful process, I've been disappointed by this being a potential deterrent, and there's more of the same to come. But...

Janna may have kicked my paranoia into permanent high gear and mangled my trusting nature, but I still have hope that I will emerge from this with the law on my side. My lawyer likes setting precedents, and I still have an assload of vintage, so I'm in this for the long haul.

And that gets me into the next part, now that you know where we are legally. Janna and what she does.

She did this in the late 70s/early 80s, with the band Styx. She convinced many people that she was the beloved of Tommy Shaw, the lead singer of Styx. Before the internet, when it was harder to be faceless. But she was good, nay, great with the letters. I've seen these letters, about darling "Janny," as she was known back then, going on tour with the band. Even then she managed to get the letters postmarked from cities other than her own. Funny how Tommy seemed to exhibit nearly identical symptoms to "Jesse" and blow me if they didn't have identical handwriting too! I'll post Exhibit A here later, when I pull the scans off my external drive.

I'd like to add that I do not believe for a moment any of the things she has alleged about Tommy Shaw, or Dan Fogelberg, or, well, other people she at least had the sense to fabricate after that (except for poor Anne Martel).

So Jan or Jann or Janny or Janet or Janna Saint James St. James or Hopper or Priggie or god knows what has been doing little riffs on this abused/bipolar/suicidal/drugtaking theme for over thirty years. And maybe longer, because lord knows who's gonna get in touch with me in the future. And she's still doing it. I know. People have gotten in touch with me.

So, Janna, some suggestions as to how to keep yourself from being so easily exposed (or found). Things you need to avoid/change to better fool your marks/avoid those you've already burned:

1. Quit with the letter J. Why limit yourself? Call your alter ego something that begins with a different letter, fer chrissake. Baby steps - try the letter K. Krista Kelly Knudson. There ya go. Because, Jessica Jillian James? Really? Really? Jesus Jucking Jhrist, lady.

2. Stop dying of cancer. Try dying of a heart attack, I know it's less drawn-out and you can't milk that as much, but think of the surprise factor that your other alter egos can then capitalize on. And being bipolar is so last decade. Try having Tourettes. Or narcolepsy. That would be good, because then you could combine it and you could die in a horrendous car accident because your narcolepsy kicked in while you were driving. What are the odds? ZOMG!

3. Your obsession with being molested. Stop that. It trivializes what real abuse victims have to deal with.

4. Ditto your obsession with dead children. It trivializes the pain that women who have really lost children have to deal with.

5. And violent rape, in a cornfield or otherwise. It trivializes ... you get my drift. And if you must persist in this lie, at least stop making your assailants Mexican. It's racist. and repetitive.

6. Find another outlet besides #5 above to blame your obesity on. Like maybe Pizzeria Uno. Or Hot Pockets.

7. Llamas, sheep, horses, or any other livestock. A no no.

8. Guys in bands. Seriously. You have to stop saying you were the beloved of/bore the dead child of guys in bands. Especially the bands you chose. In fact, stay away from the topic of music altogether. You know next to nothing about music, and left to your own devices, your taste SUCKS. So, try lawyers or doctors instead. Be the ex of F. Lee Bailey, or Christian Barnard. It'll make you seem smarter, at least.

9. Super-insane fractured families in which all the participants hate each other. Try drawing from a family life other than your own.

10. Stop talking about Dr. Hunter Thompson as if you knew him. If there's anyone that'd transcend the afterlife to kick your ass for demeaning his good name, it's him. Add to that a plea to stop mentioning Ted Bundy, because eeeewwww.

11. Find a new trinket obsession, besides crabs, pirates, skulls, voodoo, mermaids, and the Wizard of Oz. In case you were wondering, you're not one of the good witches. You're the one the house fell on.

12. Stop using ludicrous hippie names for your alter egos. That also means stop pretending you do yoga. A circle can't do a triangle.

13. I don't know what you can use instead of failed suicide attempts; they're just SO convenient in keeping your victims in line, so I guess you can keep this one.

14. Dancing. You. do. not. dance. You can barely walk.

15. Say no to drugs. And multiple personalities.

16. Professions - no more firemen, journalists, EMTs, cowboys, nurses, or teachers. Become something else. Perhaps something more apt - burger flipper, or Wal-Mart greeter.

17. Quit calling yourself a writer. You're a creative typist.


Shit, that's too much for now. I'm sure my list of suggestions could go on and on. But it's a start. If my suing Janna didn't stop her from pulling this shit to date, at least she shouldn't make it so easy for people to figure out who she is.

So, that's it for now.

12 comments:

WyattBurp said...

Great advice. Reckon she'll take it? I just hate that she's using MY name in some of her deceptions. But I ain't changing it. I had it first.

Anonymous said...

Au contraire, mon cherie (sorry ;) , couldn't help it. I still need a new hobby)

She so needs to keep doing all this crap repetitively - that's how we know, without a doubt, that we have found her spathy ass when we read her stories on the net.

Her ABSOLUTE WORST CHARACTER TO DATE: Janna St. James.

Ciao bella, keep up the good fight. If i had any vintage, I'd send it to you.

Anonymous said...

...and where the hell does SHE get the money for this? Her internet trinkets? Or does she have a special vault somewhere of money she's sucked from her dupes?

OR does her hubbie support her?

WHO the hell would put up with her lifestyle of 14 hours a day hanging out with her dupes? Very odd. Very fricking odd.

PERHAPS, he works shift work.

OR only home on the weekends.

OR is just like her.
(Well, my, that's an unpleasant thought. But then again, more pleasant than to think she has an enslaved dupe at home.)

OR maybe he is just another janafestation.

But that would bring us back to, where DOES she get the money?

OUUUU, maybe she has some janafestations doing the lawyer.

Just a thought.

As ever,
need a hobby

Anonymous said...

need a hobby says:

#18 Stop pretending you are a guy. You are not a a fucking guy. You are a sociopath. There is a difference. One starts with 'g' (not 'j'- oh, maybe THAT'S the confusion!)and the other starts with 's'...and should end, badly.

Anonymous said...

need a hobby said:

Perhaps Janna could pretend to join the military. :)

We take a very dim view of people pretending to be valorous.

Anonymous said...

#19 No more musicians, musicians girlfriends, musician wannabes, musician's brothers. If you INSIST on continuing with this old charade; learn to sing.

And stop using the pictures of people
who ACTUALLY ARE musicians to represent your jannafestations.

#20 Stop USING the dogs of the world to give your spathy sock puppets credibility as loving people. I mean really.

Anonymous said...

#20 Stop with the blindness thing. You have eyeballs. Working eyeballs.

Anonymous said...

You may not have slowed her down right away Audrey, butJosh' article, the youtube vid, and your blog are all part of what will take her down someday. It's about numbers - enough information for enough people over enough time, and she will be stopped.

Personally, I will just keep on thanking you for everything you have done and are doing. Because of you, I know who and more importantly, what, I was dealing with. She is a psychopath. People have little understanding that all psychopaths are not killers, nor are they all despotic leaders - there is another sort, and Janna belongs to this category - they take what they can, because they can. It's a game.

She lacks empathy and the ability to bond to love objects; she mimics emotion. She is audacious, feels entitled, and has no regard or true understanding of the pain she causes; all that matters is that she 'wins'. It might be an outpouring of emotion that she's after - or a silver bracelet. She gets it, she wins - other people are prey. nothing more.

She thinks she is smarter than everyone around her - even to the extent that her main character is always presented and supported as smarter than the rest of the sock puppets, by the sock puppets.

Really think about that folks.

Anonymous said...

Seems we used #20 twice; moving along....

#22 Stop with all the pseudo- Catholic crap of your jannafestations: that includes devotion/ lack of devotion/ sexual imagery.

I won't even start on the 'kindness is my religion' pseudo-Buddhist shite.

May you be smote by a thousand monks, of both religions, for your endless sinning. You are a 'lying sack of shit' and a fucking waste of space.

Anonymous said...

Janna does this because she is unimportant and she wants to be as important as Dan's ex-wife (Stacy) and John Denver's ex-wife. If she lived in Aspen, she probably seen first hand how well known famous people's spouses were, and she wanted that attention. It's not as glamourous as the magazines and TVs make it out to be. I speak from experience.

Faking cancer also cheapens the experiences of those of us who really have suffered from cancer. It's a horrible disease that I would not wish on my worst enemy. I never quite fully understood the logic behind people who faked it online.

Janna will make it into the history books for this, though. Along side Osama and Hitler.

Anonymous said...

As an expert on social media from WAAAaaaayyy back in the early days of the world wide web, I wanted to comment on three points:

One point on a comment made from Josh's article that said something along the lines of, 'Do not call this emotional rape, it undermines the true rape victim.' I disagree, the abuse follows all the forms that rape does; it isn't about sex, its about power. The victim is often blamed for not being 'smart' enough to keep herself from harm. The 'victim' is accused of putting herself into the position of being harmed. The after effects are life changing. It doesn't just affect her, it affects all her friends that know what occurred. It'll take her years to get over it.

I'm certain the poster was just someone who had the horrible misfortune of being a rape victim herself and is still in that phase that says, "no one can imagine how bad bad can be. . ." I think "Audrey" has accurate knowledge of how bad bad can be. Something doesn't have to be physical to leave scars.

Second I want to speak about justice. By this update I can read your frustration with justice unmet. Have faith, my friend. Justice will come. Maybe not by your hand, maybe it will take years, but life is certain in one point: Sooner or later justice does take its hold. Live long enough and you'll see it happen.

This will pass in time for you. You won't wake up with it, you won't think about it. You'll always be the wiser from it, but it will leave your life and your life will be yours without her name, face or pesonage invading your thoughts. Your anger, my friend, will one day be gone forever. The true justice is that it will never be gone from her thoughts.

The third comment is my most important: PLEASE, no matter how much you enjoy the internet, no matter how much you are invovled with your "community", no matter how much it adds to your life or what benefits you may gain from it, heed my words:

ALWAYS TAKE 1-2 DAYS OFFLINE EVERY SINGLE WEEK!!

Do NOT touch the computer, not even email. Two days is best to keep your mind its sharpest and most creative. Two days is best to be at the top of your game and your online personna at its best. You MUST believe in that. If you do not, you will fall victim to many of the failings of being online and there are TONS of failings. Being offline two days in a row keeps you grounded but it will not diminish your online experiences. It will keep you attached to your real life.

Take it from someone who has been in this business loooonnnggg before they called it "social media". Heck, I've probably invented many of the standards you see in online communities today. I've seen it all and that one rule of taking time offline every single week keeps you out of trouble and keeps your happiness intact.

Now I'm getting my butt offline for today is supposed to be my day off;) I didn't say it would be easy.

Arctic Frost

ephemerina said...

Wow wow wow. Thanks, Arctic, for all your input. Luckily, my fledgling business forces me to quite often be offline personally, if not professionally. We have lots of internet orders that the control freak in me needs to address expeditiously, but it does mean I can't tweet about how cute my puppy is. Or whatever. So, that's good. I'm working on 'puter-free Sundays, though.

I was a legal secretary/paralegal for more than a decade. I know how the law works, so it's no surprise to me. Frustrating yes, but not disabling. I also know I'm a freak with no shame and far too much determination, so she can't bully me into submission.

I do hold grudges, though, forever. And speaking to these other smart, funny, and yeah, pissed off women, I can say with assurance the anger fades with time, but as long as Janna pulls her shit, and someone finds this site, it's going to rankle anew. My need for justice and to avert future emotional disasters for others (yeah, goddamn me and my fucking empathy) trumps my own need for a sedate life.

Which brings me to your first comment. Thank you for that. My life hasn't been a charmed one, and I know how lucky I am to be where I am in the world. I am also grateful that I lived through those experiences, because I think that's what made it possible for me to press charges against Janna. Coping tools.

That said, I can still see how profoundly Janna's confidence game affected me.

Anonymous - I doubt Janna ever lived in Aspen. She may have visited there, and perhaps even slept in the park, as she once alleged.