Happy 2011, everyone!
The good, part 1: despite any setbacks that came up, Futurecon was by and large a success. I will share final totals when I have them, but highlights included room parties running to 7 am, someone actually ponying up and paying $100 to sharpie me, some great conversations and brilliant friends, funnel cake (though I still did not get to eat any), 32 people in the 7 person hot tub, and a great group of people that I got to work with to pull this whole thing off. Anyone who was not there missed the BEST New Year’s party of the decade, hands down. I have never been as happy as I was… and now, we’re doing it again at the end of this year. ;)
The mildly amusing/annoying/’bad’: Frozen North now wants to “settle” – and by settle, they want me to sign papers saying that we won’t claim anything against each other and that they can just essentially sweep this whole thing under the rug.
I’m sorry, but I am not going to sign anything that essentially says it’s okay for them to have harassed me and gotten away with it, especially considering their blatant lies throughout this whole process. So yeah, I am filing my defense and counterclaim first thing tomorrow (want to know about lawsuits in the superior court? Ask me how!) and we’ll get on with the dog and pony show. Yes, it’s ridiculous, and yes it would be nice to not have to deal with it, but considering that they actively targeted not only me but a charity? I’m sorry, I’m not going to just roll over and take it. Some kind person has put together this blog here in my defense: Support Emily Schooley and while I am not certain of who it is, I am appreciative nonetheless that someone cares enough about the truth to keep a record of it. And yeah, it’s funny what goes on in the head of someone who is making a children’s game, essentially.
What I find wonderfully suspicious is that a friend of Julian’s, who I knew from my time in Windsor, messaged me rather out of the blue yesterday asking who put the site together and asking for her chat logs to be taken down, as she was involved in this as well. After I replied to her, my blog earlier today was “mysteriously” infected with malware (think it’s all clean now, sorry guys!)
You know, it sucks that other people are getting hurt by Julian’s idiocy and sexual depravity as well, but unfortunately, he tries to cover everything up with lies and threats rather than just owning up to his mistakes and shortcomings. I could have gone after Frozen North right when I was let go – for sexual and otherwise harassment, for wrongful termination – but I am not a petty, spiteful person. So I didn’t. Now, however, I think it is doubly important to fight back, as I am being punished, pursued, and harassed for not only defending myself against initial lies and harassment when they went on too long, but for fighting back against them as they escalate.
So yeah, you fuckers can bite me, long story short. I am not the bad guy here. I am not the office of 12 or so guys ganging up on one woman. I am not on the warpath, the offensive. I am not the one doing the harassing, directly or through ‘anonymous’ means. But I AM standing up to your empty scare tactics, and I will NEVER pretend this never happened, I will never give you the validation that you were right to harass me and then lie about it. I will never say it was alright for you, under the guise of an anonymous internet user, to target a charity event. I will carry this on as long as I need to, until Frozen North grows the hell up, admits to their mistakes and lies, and pays due reparations. Considering what they’ve put me through, I think it’s only fair. And like the title of my post, they are essentially being boobs. And not in the my awesome cleavage* sort of way.
The good, part two: 2011 is going to be a year of opportunities and changes for me, I have decided, and the first is that I am launching a webseries in conjunction with Wildsound called “The BOOB Show”. Check out the trailer for it here. First episode launches at the end of this week. I will be posting links all over when episodes come out – it may even be a weekly thing. I’m running with that whole ‘comedy’ thing like some people run marathons with scissors.
*It’s sort of an inside joke. And really has nothing to do with The BOOB Show.