I LOVE GOOGLE.

I love Google. It's it the world's greatest invention. A few weeks ago, I was Google-ing my co-workers and discovered that one of them is a 1950's style pin-up model. Shocking, at first, then pretty cool.

Anyhoo

Yesterday I got a message on Myspace from a guy who found me by Googling someone and being led to this here little blog.

And who was he Googling?

Why, it was MISS LARA MARCELONIS, of course!

This fine young man, a Massachusettes resident and student at Berklee College of Music had done some editing for Lara's obviously Oscar-worthy indie film. After a month of driving him crazy to get this film completed, she gave him a pitifully small paycheck, which then BOUNCED!

He searched me out with the hopes of getting her contact information to track down his money.

Now, if I've got this straight: 3 of her old "roommate/tenants" hate her. 2 have sued her. Someone who worked for her on one of her films is now looking for her because she bounced a check. She lied about being a property owner. She threatened me with a restraining order. She called me a selfish bitch and accused me of trying to ruin her life.

Uh. Ok.

Looks like someone is quite the little criminal, doesn't it? Has a habit of writing rubber checks and stealing other people's money.

I think I want to lead a revolt against her. Unite her enemies. I'll be like, uh, some historical guy that led a revolt!