My recent experience trying to recommend a good product that I firmly believe in to the LQ community led me on a trip down memory lane. Since my recommendation apparently belonged in the blog instead of the forum I can't say here what it was, but I thought the community might enjoy a digital stroll down the avenue of nostalgia with me.
I'm glad we have sensible mods here, but do you remember those annoying, but fun to taunt, people on Usenet back in the day when it was much more prominent, before there was IM, social networking, blogging, and forums like these?
You know, the ORDINARY USERS who claimed to be intimately familiar with every single TOS in existence, feigned injurious calamity and heartache at anything resembling the slightest incidental infraction (even if accidental), and fired off complaint emails to God and everybody if they thought they saw one?
These nancies were the self-appointed moderators of groups that already had moderators and didn't need more. More often, they thought of themselves as some kind of Wyatt Earp of the digital age, taming the wild frontier in the UNmoderated groups by complaining loudly and repeatedly to the ISP of anyone who slipped up and typed even so much as one profanity or cross-posted to more than one group only one time.
They were often referred to as a "netkop". Sometimes their little hobby was given the same name, i.e. "netkopping" or to "netkop" somebody. There were also less savory names.
Remember those funny guys? You would never have gotten them to admit it, but clearly they had control issues and thought they could rule the world via email writing campaigns about TOS violations. They probably pointed out the jaywalkers to cops standing on the street corner when they were kids.
Ahh. Those were the good old days, tormenting the netkops on usenet.
There was one who was especially easy to poke, named R**** F***** (name redacted by LM, although I should leave it to see if someone netkops me to the mods )
. He tenaciously netkopped every stranger who came into the unmoderated "alt." Mini Cooper group that he thought he owned. He was so incensed at me for deliberately doing the opposite of what he told me to that he even blamed me when another person that he netkopped posted dirty pictures to the group with his face pasted on. He tried to tell the world that I was going to jail for it! What a puffed-up good-for nothing. I still check in on him every so often, and he still has the same broken-down Mini with a fresh paint job, the same run-down old dump of a house in Tulsa, and still tours with the same lousy garage band pretending he's a rock star.
Enough nostalgia from me for one day. Just remember to be on the lookout for these cretins. They are much rarer now, but they still lurk amongst us and it was my encounter with one that sent me on this trip down memory lane. It's a good thing I'm a lot older and less hotheaded now or I'd be trying to find out about this guy's house, car, and offline hobbies
Do you have any stories about an encounter with an especially stubborn, tenacious, or LOUD, netkop like my old friend in Tulsa?