Ailurophilia is the “love of cats.”

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Jacques HnizdovskyCat Nap, 1979, woodcut.


Welcome to the world of Scambaiting!

Hook, Line, Sinker (How I fell for a phishing ...
Image by ToastyKen via Flickr

Does somebody want to transfer millions of dollars into your account?
Does someone want you pay you to cash cheques and send them the money?
Met a new friend/penpal on a friendship/dating site who’s asking you for money?
Has a dying person contacted you wanting your help to give his money to charity?
Have you sold an item and are asked to accept a payment larger than the item amount?


Don’t fall for common scams like this – fight them!

So what is scambaiting? Well, put simply, you enter into a dialogue with scammers, simply to waste their time and resources. Whilst you are doing this, you will be helping to keep the scammers away from real potential victims and screwing around with the minds of deserving thieves.

It doesn’t matter if you are new to this sport or a hardened veteran; if you are wasting the time of a scammer, or frustrating them in any way well that’s good enough for us, and we would welcome you to join with our now very large community.

Although this site concentrates mainly on the Nigerian 419 scam, we are happy to deal with other types of scams if and when the opportunity arises. We also have a large team of experts dedicated to the removal and closure of fake scammer banks and sites.

Even if you are a newcomer, much fun can be had and at the same time you will be doing a public service. If you are new to this game and need to know what scambaiting is all about, please click on the 419 FAQ link at the top of the page. See also Baiting Tips for information on getting started on this great cyber-sport 

We encourage everyone to contribute to this site and the good cause of scambaiting by joining in the fun on the FORUM where you can meet new friends and seek expert help, tips and advice on anti-scamming. User participation is absolutely encouraged. Please help us to raise awareness the world over!

Do not be fooled into thinking scammers operate from a specific part of the world. Advance fee fraud scammers are a world-wide menace, and they operate from every continent. These scammers range from small one-man-band criminals scamming a few thousand dollars a year, to highly organised groups raking in hundreds of thousands of dollars a month. {Via}

Edward Lear? Yeah, he was a very funny man!

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
‘O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!’ {Read on}

Perfect Moment? “If God Wanted You To Be Happy Every Day, He Would Have Made You A Game Show Host.”

I was seeing this girl I met in highschool. She was the first girl I’ve ever decided “that girl is cute, cool and interesting. I’m going to try and make something of it.” We just went on a date and I was dropping her off at home. It was raining but I got out to walk her in. She stopped me on her driveway, turned, and kissed me. It was pouring rain and the moment our lips met lightning struck. Real close like so the flash and the sound were almost spot-on. It felt like something out of a movie. One of the most perfect moments of my life.


The day I married my wife I felt invincible. I suffer from massive stage fright and on my wedding day I stood and spoke for 15 minutes in front of 150 people and it felt amazing. I have never felt such content who with whom I am as I did on my wedding day.


I had just finished the first date with the girl who would end up being the love of my life. We had spent a long evening in a deserted student lounge (sketchy, I know) cuddling and talking. It was 2am; I walked her to the streetcar that would take her home. Just before she got on, she turned around and met my eyes; she put her hands on my chest, stood on her tiptoes and whispered “I had a really great time tonight.” She then kissed me and ran onto the streetcar to escape the cold.

As the streetcar pulled away and left me standing on a totally silent street, I remember feeling the most incredible sense of PEACE I have since encountered – almost like wearing a warm blanket around your shoulders. I walked home in the cold smiling like an idiot.

That was 5 years and 26 days ago. This time next year we will be married. And I will NEVER forget that moment.


One day, I was lost in the city. I didn’t have my phone so I couldn’t call my parents or anyone else to ask how I was getting home. This was about two years ago so I was really only 13 and didn’t know my way around the city at that time. I was feeling really depressed at that time and had no idea what to do.

After a long period of thoughts filled with anxiety and sadness, my mind started to open up. I began to really start thinking.

I looked at all the people in the city walking. Everybody had their own unique way of walking. Some people were listening to music and therefore walked to the beat of the music, but of course even that changed with the different types of music they were listening to. Some people were walking in step with their friends and acquaintances. Some people in a hurry walked considerably fast. I walked slow.

I started to think about how each person had there own individual story. I was truly fascinated by all this, even more fascinated than an LSD user would be if they looked in a mirror. I thought about the opening lyrics to the Nine Inch Nails song “All the Love in the World.” [‘Watching all the insects march a long, seem to know just right where they belong’]. Everybody had a place to be. There were so many people each with their own story.

I started to picture words attached to each person. I kept on adding more words, stupid and random words such as “This guy drank one time at a party and regretted it.” Each person had so many words attached to them. But these words were more words than I could ever create.

I suddenly had a simple epiphany: people are complex. It is impossible to attach a few words to someone and have those words describe exactly, or mark the boundaries of, the character of that person.

Everybody I saw in the city was complex. I fully understood that there were other people in this world. Many people.

After realizing this, I felt absolutely content.


I dropped acid at university with a girl I was truly in love with. It was a sunny summer afternoon and we walked through a field of wheat till we were looking over some water. And we stared at each other as we peaked and cartoon animations of love filled my peripheral vision. Red hearts and growing roses grew and were replaced as my mind tried to express the perfection of the moment through the drug.

That was my moment.


I have a Best Day too and a Best Weekend and a best week and a best month and a best year. But that was my best moment for sure.

A year and a half ago, I took a bike ride along a fire road, which runs on the top of a ridge. It was foggy. I found a small trail leading into the bushes, towards a nearby lake. I deposited my bicycle in a shrub and took the trail, which lead to a small overlook.

For the ten minutes I sat there, everything was utterly quiet. Wisps of fog drifted across the trees, to the sides and in front. A light breeze was blowing. Occasionally a bird chirped. For the most part of the ten minutes I sat there, it was completely and utterly silent. No cars, no airplanes, nothing except my breathing. I think that that is the best place I’ve ever been, and the happiest and most peaceful too.


The situation was all sorts of wrong. It was a girl I met a few years back. We click. I go abroad for a year, she gets a man, I come back, she’s unhappy with her man and we fool around. I go abroad again for a year, I return for good, we meet up, she’s still with her same man and still unhappy. We say fuck it, consummate the mountain of sexual tension that’s been building up over the years, and it’s pretty fantastic.

Afterwards, I’m laying next to her, out of breath, perspiring in the thick of summer, blanketed in body heat, holding hands. And despite all the social contracts we broke and stigmas we incurred, and knowing it wasn’t going to work, it felt so good laying there next to her. I was content and I could feel she was too, even if it was only in that bubble.

We didn’t last long, saw each other for a month and I called it quits, at least the sex aspect (different wants). Shortly thereafter, she broke it off with her man. I’d like to think I played a (positive) role in it, but I think she reached it herself, and I’m glad she did. She was immediately happier with her freedom.

But it was a nice moment.

Prank – A bizarre piece of performance art.

DYK: During the early years of The Simpsons, a popular recurring gag involved Bart making prank calls to Moe’s Tavern, inspired by the Tube Bar prank calls. The calls usually followed a set pattern: Bart would ask for a person, Moe would shout loudly for the person Bart asked for, and Moe would catch on only after the bar (usually) erupts in uproarious laughter, also threatening violent revenge upon catching the perpetrator (“You little S.O.B.! Why, when I find out who you are, I’m going to shove a sausage down your throat and stick starving dogs in your butt!”).

“People” for whom Bart have asked include:

* I.P. Freely (I pee freely)
* Jacques Strappe (Jock strap)
* Ivanna Tinkle (I wanna tinkle)
* Amanda Huggenkiss (A man to hug and kiss)
* Hugh Jass (Huge Ass)
* Al Koholic (Alcoholic)]
* Mike Rotch (My Crotch)



In three words I can sum up everything I learned about life – It goes on. ~ Robert Frost.

Bronzed Memories
Image by ecstaticist via Flickr

A bloke from the bush walked into a Sydney curio/antique shop. After looking around for a while, he noticed a very life-like bronze statue of a rat. It had no price tag, but it was so striking that he decided to buy it anyway.

He took it to the owner and said: ‘How much is this bronze rat?’

The owner replied: ‘It’s $12 for the rat, and $100 for the story.’

The fellow gave the owner his $12 and said: ‘I’ll just take the rat, you can keep the story!’

As he walked off down the street, he noticed that a few real rats had crawled out of the drains and begun following him. This was a little disconcerting, so he started to walk a little faster, but within a couple of blocks the swarm of rats had grown to hundreds, and they were all squealing and screeching in a very menacing way.

He increased his speed and ran on towards Sydney Harbour and as he ran,he looked behind him and saw the rats now numbered in their MILLIONS, and they were running faster and faster.By now very concerned, he ran down to the pier and threw the bronze rat as far out into the water as he could. Amazingly, the millions of real rats jumped into the water after it … and were all drowned.

The man walked back to relate all this to the shop owner, who said,’Ah, you’ve come back for the story then?’

‘Shit no!’ said the bloke, ‘I came back to see if you’ve got a bronze Muslim, a couple of Asians, a Poof,a New Zealander, anything Aboriginal and an Indian spin bowler…’

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