And this time rather surprisingly and shockingly.
We suspect a family "surprise" awaited him in his email box or voicemail when he got away from his weekend soiree with buddy Christshippie.
The routine is familiar. Everything gone, including his flickr, videos and blog.
The only surprise is the speed of it happenning, just shortly after he approved some blog comments, thus the suspicion that whatever happened hit him fast and hard.
He'll be back. Then gone. Then back. Then gone...
In the meantime, check out Brother Steve's blog.
And that's the way it is at the mobile FalseCasey HQ, which is moving west again tomorrow.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
OK, he's not gone...
We could only have wished.
BloggerCasey is already back. He's claiming that he had to leave his former situation because "it's no longer a win-win."
This should hardly be a surprise. Casey's definition of a "win" is something that brings attention to him, regardless of the cost in personal reputation, credit, cash or business failure that may be foisted on somebody else. From Casey's perspective, the project could only be a "win" if he could make it all about him and bring along his usual legion of Haterz and other hangers-on.
A normal businessperson's definition of a "win" would be a website/blog that does not attract undue attention from people who are not part of the target market, does not seek to make one of your minor employees a star, and most certainly does not bring yourself, your cleavage, or your family to the attention of a bunch of rabid trolls from places like CampIdiot.
Thus, Casey's definition of a "win" is completely incompatible with anything he might ever be asked to do for a real business.
Now, we might have issues with his previous boss, or find something to like about her cleavage, or for that matter might feel that her entire profession is nothing but a legalized monopoly that should be broken up as anticompetitive. In fact, we tend to think all of the above things. But we don't believe her to be the kind of idiot who would believe that anything that could be a "win" for Casey could ever be a "win" for her. So he's gone, and now he's back, on his own.
And in his usual form, he's unemployed and babbling on about how he's going to finally capitalize on all his "experience."
Sadly, it's tough to capitalize on an experience base that includes only failure.
And that's the view from FalseCasey HQ, which will be moving shortly.
BloggerCasey is already back. He's claiming that he had to leave his former situation because "it's no longer a win-win."
This should hardly be a surprise. Casey's definition of a "win" is something that brings attention to him, regardless of the cost in personal reputation, credit, cash or business failure that may be foisted on somebody else. From Casey's perspective, the project could only be a "win" if he could make it all about him and bring along his usual legion of Haterz and other hangers-on.
A normal businessperson's definition of a "win" would be a website/blog that does not attract undue attention from people who are not part of the target market, does not seek to make one of your minor employees a star, and most certainly does not bring yourself, your cleavage, or your family to the attention of a bunch of rabid trolls from places like CampIdiot.
Thus, Casey's definition of a "win" is completely incompatible with anything he might ever be asked to do for a real business.
Now, we might have issues with his previous boss, or find something to like about her cleavage, or for that matter might feel that her entire profession is nothing but a legalized monopoly that should be broken up as anticompetitive. In fact, we tend to think all of the above things. But we don't believe her to be the kind of idiot who would believe that anything that could be a "win" for Casey could ever be a "win" for her. So he's gone, and now he's back, on his own.
And in his usual form, he's unemployed and babbling on about how he's going to finally capitalize on all his "experience."
Sadly, it's tough to capitalize on an experience base that includes only failure.
And that's the view from FalseCasey HQ, which will be moving shortly.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Casey's Gone
It seems that his firing is for real. This may be the first time in history that Casey has managed to actually throw himself under the bus, though clearly there has been collateral damage to his various associates.
Information we have received suggest that the idea to engage the Haterz™ was entirely his, and was done before he received any permission or even discussed it with his boss. She was dragged in to his world with no prior understanding of what was about to happen, no opportunity to evaluate whether it was a good idea, or even the chance to research what had happened to everybody else who had become a known associate of Casey's, as has been thoroughly documented on Caseypedia™.
As has been noted by others, Casey started two personal blogs last month: BloggerCasey which was all about him, and his boss's blog, which in the end also turned out to be all about him. He sold her a bill of goods and she's paying for it.
As Nigel noted the other day on CHC: "Casey's problem is he blogged about it. He reached out to key people like WWTF and others to make sure everybody knew he was coming back. He went on the talkcast and brought Angel with him. He created BloggerCasey and opened comments. Haterz didn't do any of this. This was all his doing."
Casey is poison because he can't turn off the "I/ME" switch in his head that makes him convinced that every project he's involved in has to involve him as the frontman. As a result, he ends up sabotaging everything he touches.
Our advice to him: Recognize that 99.9% of what you do in the world is not about you. It's about getting stuff done for somebody else. Keep your own name out of it. For everybody else's sake, if not your own.
And that's the view from FalseCasey HQ, where the sun finally came out this afternoon.
Information we have received suggest that the idea to engage the Haterz™ was entirely his, and was done before he received any permission or even discussed it with his boss. She was dragged in to his world with no prior understanding of what was about to happen, no opportunity to evaluate whether it was a good idea, or even the chance to research what had happened to everybody else who had become a known associate of Casey's, as has been thoroughly documented on Caseypedia™.
As has been noted by others, Casey started two personal blogs last month: BloggerCasey which was all about him, and his boss's blog, which in the end also turned out to be all about him. He sold her a bill of goods and she's paying for it.
As Nigel noted the other day on CHC: "Casey's problem is he blogged about it. He reached out to key people like WWTF and others to make sure everybody knew he was coming back. He went on the talkcast and brought Angel with him. He created BloggerCasey and opened comments. Haterz didn't do any of this. This was all his doing."
Casey is poison because he can't turn off the "I/ME" switch in his head that makes him convinced that every project he's involved in has to involve him as the frontman. As a result, he ends up sabotaging everything he touches.
Our advice to him: Recognize that 99.9% of what you do in the world is not about you. It's about getting stuff done for somebody else. Keep your own name out of it. For everybody else's sake, if not your own.
And that's the view from FalseCasey HQ, where the sun finally came out this afternoon.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
A Private Conversation
Between Casey and Galina, as "interpreted" by one of the freaks over at CaseyHaterz™:
Casey: Galina before you blow me please put on this fake moustache.
Galina: Anything you want dear. I'm here to please my man. But why don't we ever go all the way?
Casey: Because God told me that we weren't ready.
Casey: Galina before you blow me please put on this fake moustache.
Galina: Anything you want dear. I'm here to please my man. But why don't we ever go all the way?
Casey: Because God told me that we weren't ready.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Poetry
The Haterz™ have been driven to poetry while awaiting Casey's next move. Here are some of our favorites (More will be added as appropriate):
I bought eight houses, I felt real good
I wanted to fix them, flip them I would
But I overbought and lost everything on a bet
Lost my wife, my dignity and piled up the debt
Now all I got is an RV and my tail between my rear
Lost my job and dammit I ain't a queer!
This house on Muncy, owned by a fool
Needs a stick poked in the pool
And one that will the mortgage pay
That is perhaps not quite so gay.
Tits. I bought them. Now they're mine.
For my business they're sublime.
I've no real skillz, I'm just a hack,
but that doesn't matter 'cause I've got my rack.
I get exclusives on properties,
by giving them a little tease.
And with great ease I can sell a house,
by showing up in a low-cut blouse.
Without my big fake boobs I'm lost.
They're worth every penny that they cost.
Who could have guessed I'd take a fall,
when I hired the biggest boob of all?
Authors' names withheld to protect the guilty
I bought eight houses, I felt real good
I wanted to fix them, flip them I would
But I overbought and lost everything on a bet
Lost my wife, my dignity and piled up the debt
Now all I got is an RV and my tail between my rear
Lost my job and dammit I ain't a queer!
This house on Muncy, owned by a fool
Needs a stick poked in the pool
And one that will the mortgage pay
That is perhaps not quite so gay.
Tits. I bought them. Now they're mine.
For my business they're sublime.
I've no real skillz, I'm just a hack,
but that doesn't matter 'cause I've got my rack.
I get exclusives on properties,
by giving them a little tease.
And with great ease I can sell a house,
by showing up in a low-cut blouse.
Without my big fake boobs I'm lost.
They're worth every penny that they cost.
Who could have guessed I'd take a fall,
when I hired the biggest boob of all?
Authors' names withheld to protect the guilty
Casey's Boss Comes to Her Senses
All evidence of Casey has been expurged from her blog. True, a few pictures remain, but nothing that would show up if you searched on his name. Even the former reference to the "Staff Blogger" is now gone.
It seems that being a Real estate broker, even one with huge fake tits, doesn't make one so dim-witted as to not realize how toxic Casey is or how badly you can get hurt by associating your name with his.
And that's the way things are at FalseCasey HQ, where we're anxiously awaiting the next eruption of Caseyness, which will most likely hit us when we least expect it.
It seems that being a Real estate broker, even one with huge fake tits, doesn't make one so dim-witted as to not realize how toxic Casey is or how badly you can get hurt by associating your name with his.
And that's the way things are at FalseCasey HQ, where we're anxiously awaiting the next eruption of Caseyness, which will most likely hit us when we least expect it.
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