I just watched Catfish, and feel like projectile vomiting.
Sorry if I'm gonna throw out any spoilers, but the woman in this movie is a rank amateur compared to Janna. If someone had called Janna out early in her fucked-up career, though, maybe she would've stopped too. Assuming this one will stop - but a lot of why they do this is attention-seeking, so now that she's getting attention as herself because of the movie, that'll maybe feed her sickness.
My point is, if you find yourself the victim of this kind of scam, it is imperative that you do what you can to expose this sick shit, for yourself and potential future victims, but also to better stop the scammer from honing their tools of deception.
Happy new year.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Friday, November 26, 2010
Monday, November 1, 2010
family tree
So, because a few people have asked, and since I already had this cobbled together for my lawsuit, I thought this might help clear up some confusion as to who was who in the great Janna clusterfuck of bullshit.
I marked in red the characters Janna produced photos for, and if they've been confirmed as other people, I've put that in also. This is a tad out of date, I've learned a lot more about Janna's real life as well as getting more feedback on photos since I put this together several years ago, but I'm sure as hell not going to be spending time updating. You get my drift. The purple star is to indicate the people in "Jesse's" circle that I had some communication with, either by direct phone or email contact, or by their posting on one blog or another of "Jesse's" or on the post-death tribute blog. There are a shit-ton of other players in this charade, firemen cohorts and other local residents who were friends and acquaintances of "Jesse's" and suchlike, but these folks outlined here were the regulars in this little soap opera, who were either continually mentioned by "Jesse" and Janna, or that were active participants, speaking up for "themselves." I'm so tired of quotation marks.
The little cluster of green you see down on the bottom, well, that's the true bit, ie the biographical details and photos that Janna produced about her own family were actually the people she said they were. Except for her daughter having dated "Jesse," of course. and probably a lot of other stuff, but you see how it became all snarled together into one quasi-truth.
You can click on this and see it in all its gory up-closeness. It's a big image, but it has to be to make it readable. Just warning you.
I marked in red the characters Janna produced photos for, and if they've been confirmed as other people, I've put that in also. This is a tad out of date, I've learned a lot more about Janna's real life as well as getting more feedback on photos since I put this together several years ago, but I'm sure as hell not going to be spending time updating. You get my drift. The purple star is to indicate the people in "Jesse's" circle that I had some communication with, either by direct phone or email contact, or by their posting on one blog or another of "Jesse's" or on the post-death tribute blog. There are a shit-ton of other players in this charade, firemen cohorts and other local residents who were friends and acquaintances of "Jesse's" and suchlike, but these folks outlined here were the regulars in this little soap opera, who were either continually mentioned by "Jesse" and Janna, or that were active participants, speaking up for "themselves." I'm so tired of quotation marks.
The little cluster of green you see down on the bottom, well, that's the true bit, ie the biographical details and photos that Janna produced about her own family were actually the people she said they were. Except for her daughter having dated "Jesse," of course. and probably a lot of other stuff, but you see how it became all snarled together into one quasi-truth.
You can click on this and see it in all its gory up-closeness. It's a big image, but it has to be to make it readable. Just warning you.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
uh. hi.
A brief update. Still snarled in the wheels of the legal system, the appeals court is reviewing our brief and we're waiting to schedule oral argument.
A lot of visits, and comments. Hi, all y'all. Who knew Catfish would bounce back here? A few words about Catfish - no, I haven't seen it, but I can pretty much figure how it ends. I've heard a bit of questioning as to whether or not this movie is really a documentary, I doubt very much it was based on my story. It doesn't have to be. Shit like this happens all the time, and it's not just career con artists like Janna Janny Janna Hopper St James Priggie. The internet's unleashed a whole mess of criminal behavior, and the legal system is still catching up in terms of how to prosecute. Luckily, my lawyer is well-versed in internet law, but there are still precedents to be set. Point is, a lot of lonely shut-ins have found a new way of making friends, by making themselves sound more interesting than they really are, and by stirring up drama. It's too easy now.
So, maybe Catfish is real, maybe it's not, but the lesson to be learned is still the same. Don't trust them till you meet them in the flesh, and even then, be wary.
P.S. Donna, please get in touch with me (email is clickable on my profile) if you want me to direct you to some people who might be able to help you.
A lot of visits, and comments. Hi, all y'all. Who knew Catfish would bounce back here? A few words about Catfish - no, I haven't seen it, but I can pretty much figure how it ends. I've heard a bit of questioning as to whether or not this movie is really a documentary, I doubt very much it was based on my story. It doesn't have to be. Shit like this happens all the time, and it's not just career con artists like Janna Janny Janna Hopper St James Priggie. The internet's unleashed a whole mess of criminal behavior, and the legal system is still catching up in terms of how to prosecute. Luckily, my lawyer is well-versed in internet law, but there are still precedents to be set. Point is, a lot of lonely shut-ins have found a new way of making friends, by making themselves sound more interesting than they really are, and by stirring up drama. It's too easy now.
So, maybe Catfish is real, maybe it's not, but the lesson to be learned is still the same. Don't trust them till you meet them in the flesh, and even then, be wary.
P.S. Donna, please get in touch with me (email is clickable on my profile) if you want me to direct you to some people who might be able to help you.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Thursday, June 17, 2010
yawn
So, Janna's lawyer has bowed out of the case, and she's got a new person who needs to get up to speed. More delays.
But I want to address something else entirely, or at least as part of a bigger picture.
I had another blog before this one, the one where I rhapsodized about "Jesse" and all the rest of that happy crappy. I had photos in that blog linked to my own personal server, and a few weeks after Jann Hopper St James was kicked out of my house, I got a notice from my provider that there had been some suspicious activity going on with my files, especially a section I had uploaded for potential legal action against Janna, called "evidence," with screen grabs and photos. Ew. So I closed it all down in March 2007 - website and blog, because that creeped me out.
A little backstory before I continue : my friend Sarah and I had decided at the end of 2006 to start a company which we decided to name after my dog. Of course, I had to reserve the domain name right away, even though we weren't anywhere near ready to use it. I hadn't even thought about it since Christmas.
Imagine my surprise at, not 24 hours after closing down my other blog and domain, receiving an email from this provider letting me know we'd just had a sudden huge spike in visits (like, as in from flatline zero to hit after hit after hit), and that, again, the activity seemed suspicious, with several whois searches as well as many unsuccessful file name searches. Really? I asked Sarah if she'd been checking out our domain, absolutely not, she'd completely forgotten that I'd even reserved it. So...the only other person on the PLANET that knew the name of our domain? Janna Saint James, because I told her about it over the holidays, before her duplicity was exposed to me. And sho'nuff, seeing the "Jesse"-related search terms was enough to creep me the fuck out. So, clearly, Janna was still monitoring my blog, and had wrongly assumed that I'd moved my photos to my other domain.
A month later, I was still paranoid about Janna's deception, because she was still, y'know, maintaining that "Jesse" was real and I'd received a postcard from "Aidan" and a package from "Krista" from fucking AUSTRALIA. I contacted the post office in Australia, asking them if they could pull the slip and tell me who the sender of the package was since I wasn't expecting any packages from there. They said they couldn't do that, but that they'd get in touch with the sender and it was then up to them to get in touch with me. Well, a very nice chap sent me an email a day or so later - turns out he works at one of those mail forwarding places - this one, in fact. Riiiiiight. He gave me an address for "Krista" in White Plains, NY (that turned out to be the White Plains Mall). He even remembered what was in the package. Bravo, Janna! Too bad I decided to investigate. P.S. have a look at the testimonials page for a good little snicker. "Aidan B" in Illinois left feedback the exact same week I got the postcard.
So...after all that, I started a private blog to keep my real friends advised as to my whereabouts, as well as where my head was at. But...I decided to do a test and not let my friends know about it for a week or so, just to see if Janna would try to find me, even though there was no link to the blog from my profile. I did know there were other ways to find blogs that weren't password-protected, and since Janna's poking around my other sites clearly established to me that she was way way way more computer-conversant than she claimed (and still claims) to be, I decided to see how savvy she really was.
It took a day and a half for her to find me. My blog tracker told me that, and then she posted something on her blog, asserting that one of my concerned friends had contacted her with my blog address because they were worried about my state of mind, or somesuch horseshit. Wow, what a headfuck! Imagine if I HAD told my friends, that would've just twisted me up in knots, making me suspicious of each and every one of them, would've made me question my own sanity. That's how she operates, and that's what she was counting on.
I bring this all up because to this day, she tries to tweak me. That's okay, because it hasn't worked a whit since early 2007 - well, it at least hasn't made me feel paranoid and crazy, like maybe "Jesse" really DOES exist etc. etc. It still irritates the crap out of me, though, but I don't think that's the effect she's trying to have. And in fact, the irritation is more and more mingled with boredom of late, like reading all the books in Barbara Cartland's oeuvre, and yawningly realizing that book number 101 is just like book number 1, except perhaps just that little bit more ridiculous.
So I hope Janna Saint James Priggie is happy with her new lawyer, because she's going to be seeing an awful lot of her over the next couple of years. And since the tweaks don't really tweak much anymore, I guess it's a win-win situation.
PS It's amazing how much all my vintage clothing and household items have accrued in value since I started collecting it almost two decades ago. I could go on for years.
But I want to address something else entirely, or at least as part of a bigger picture.
I had another blog before this one, the one where I rhapsodized about "Jesse" and all the rest of that happy crappy. I had photos in that blog linked to my own personal server, and a few weeks after Jann Hopper St James was kicked out of my house, I got a notice from my provider that there had been some suspicious activity going on with my files, especially a section I had uploaded for potential legal action against Janna, called "evidence," with screen grabs and photos. Ew. So I closed it all down in March 2007 - website and blog, because that creeped me out.
A little backstory before I continue : my friend Sarah and I had decided at the end of 2006 to start a company which we decided to name after my dog. Of course, I had to reserve the domain name right away, even though we weren't anywhere near ready to use it. I hadn't even thought about it since Christmas.
Imagine my surprise at, not 24 hours after closing down my other blog and domain, receiving an email from this provider letting me know we'd just had a sudden huge spike in visits (like, as in from flatline zero to hit after hit after hit), and that, again, the activity seemed suspicious, with several whois searches as well as many unsuccessful file name searches. Really? I asked Sarah if she'd been checking out our domain, absolutely not, she'd completely forgotten that I'd even reserved it. So...the only other person on the PLANET that knew the name of our domain? Janna Saint James, because I told her about it over the holidays, before her duplicity was exposed to me. And sho'nuff, seeing the "Jesse"-related search terms was enough to creep me the fuck out. So, clearly, Janna was still monitoring my blog, and had wrongly assumed that I'd moved my photos to my other domain.
A month later, I was still paranoid about Janna's deception, because she was still, y'know, maintaining that "Jesse" was real and I'd received a postcard from "Aidan" and a package from "Krista" from fucking AUSTRALIA. I contacted the post office in Australia, asking them if they could pull the slip and tell me who the sender of the package was since I wasn't expecting any packages from there. They said they couldn't do that, but that they'd get in touch with the sender and it was then up to them to get in touch with me. Well, a very nice chap sent me an email a day or so later - turns out he works at one of those mail forwarding places - this one, in fact. Riiiiiight. He gave me an address for "Krista" in White Plains, NY (that turned out to be the White Plains Mall). He even remembered what was in the package. Bravo, Janna! Too bad I decided to investigate. P.S. have a look at the testimonials page for a good little snicker. "Aidan B" in Illinois left feedback the exact same week I got the postcard.
So...after all that, I started a private blog to keep my real friends advised as to my whereabouts, as well as where my head was at. But...I decided to do a test and not let my friends know about it for a week or so, just to see if Janna would try to find me, even though there was no link to the blog from my profile. I did know there were other ways to find blogs that weren't password-protected, and since Janna's poking around my other sites clearly established to me that she was way way way more computer-conversant than she claimed (and still claims) to be, I decided to see how savvy she really was.
It took a day and a half for her to find me. My blog tracker told me that, and then she posted something on her blog, asserting that one of my concerned friends had contacted her with my blog address because they were worried about my state of mind, or somesuch horseshit. Wow, what a headfuck! Imagine if I HAD told my friends, that would've just twisted me up in knots, making me suspicious of each and every one of them, would've made me question my own sanity. That's how she operates, and that's what she was counting on.
I bring this all up because to this day, she tries to tweak me. That's okay, because it hasn't worked a whit since early 2007 - well, it at least hasn't made me feel paranoid and crazy, like maybe "Jesse" really DOES exist etc. etc. It still irritates the crap out of me, though, but I don't think that's the effect she's trying to have. And in fact, the irritation is more and more mingled with boredom of late, like reading all the books in Barbara Cartland's oeuvre, and yawningly realizing that book number 101 is just like book number 1, except perhaps just that little bit more ridiculous.
So I hope Janna Saint James Priggie is happy with her new lawyer, because she's going to be seeing an awful lot of her over the next couple of years. And since the tweaks don't really tweak much anymore, I guess it's a win-win situation.
PS It's amazing how much all my vintage clothing and household items have accrued in value since I started collecting it almost two decades ago. I could go on for years.
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