M m m m where I would. Oh, you couldn't look at that.
You're enough feature enough to me. I just know you knew Jackie.
She was from the Cul de Sac. Her garage caught fire. My daughter
is fine. She and her friend got married a few years back. It
was so so. I just don't like weddings very much. So many people
and all the drinking. There is nothing more classless than a drunk person.
Weddings are full of drunk people. There's a pick of the wedding on my
Facebook. I had never been to a gay wedding. It was like regular
weddings mostly. I tried to get Ahold Patty to do a pet portrait of
Misty. She doesn't have an answering machine. The phone just rang and rang.
I did find someone else who does pet portraits nearby. I need to
make sure that they can use a photo since I can't bring Misty in to
sit for it. Congratulations on your daughter's wedding. I don't think I know
any lesbians. Well, my butcher might be a lesbian. She is very
nice and she seems like a lesbian to me. I do know a few
gaze. Do you remember Chris her Son is a gay, nicest guy and
very handsome. One time I went down to the gay pride in the city
with them. It was a hot People kept asking if Chris and I were
lesbians together. Can you imagine? I'll tell you one thing. The gay
should know how to have fun. I have to drive down to the city
this week. My friend Bob died. Now that I think about it,
I think Bob might have been a lesbian. I do remember Jackie. I
didn't care for her. My daughter was married to a man before they divorced
towards the end of the millennium. Then she and her friend got together.
It was a surprise for everyone. I don't like surprise as much. Her
friend is very nice though she was raised right. She helps out a lot
of Thanksgiving and the lot is Chris, the woman who used to volunteer at
the church. No, Chris is the gal. I got arrested with what
Hello, it's the same IP address? What it's the same address? And
so email Karen uh huh emailed me from the same IP address, as as
the guy. The strange guy email Karen. Email Karen is his Facebook?
Karen? Right? Yes? Okay? Is it the same IP address?
As some does the guy who did what? Remember the guy who contacted me,
probably like six or seven months after the live performance, and he was
like, I know, I have a copy of the letters, and I
know more than like that same. It's like the same person wrote books.
Yes, yes, email man, it's the same. It's the same person
wrote both of those emails. What does that mean? I have no idea,
but I feel like it's important. Oh my god, So what do
you? What do you do now? Like what I think I I have
to I think I have to message Karen email Karen. Okay? Yeah?
Is that crazy? Am I opening up a giant bag of worms doing this?
Probably? But like, like, why come at you from two different
angles? I have no idea. January fourth, twenty twelve. Dear Josh,
A friend of mine helped me look up this blog thing of yours,
and I don't like it one bit. When I emailed you before, I
didn't know that some of the things on this blog were some of the things
you said were on this blog. It's not fair, and you know it.
I want you to erase the things I said in there, especially the
things I didn't say. You better email me back and erase all this.
I'm just so confused. I don't know what not to believe. Do you
think do you think that are you sure that email Karen is the real Karen's
not just somebody messing with you because your blog was out at that point with
the names with the names, and her emails were like whoa who on the
nose January fourth, twenty twelve, Josh I spent more time looking at me
and Ellen's letters to Mark, and then I saw you put my email to
you about me and Ellen's letters up with me and Ellen's letters on the blog.
I don't know why you think that when I want you to raise these
letters, I would want you to put up my email. I'm not stupid,
you know. I know what I'm being made fun of. Take all
those down, or I'm going to do something. And maybe it was like
one of those where like something extraordinary happens and you just you don't want to
think about other possibilities because like now that like perhaps this is what actually took
place, it is feeling like like it was to Karen. Like even one
of the listeners said, like, there's no way that this woman has not
changed at Paul in twenty five years. Yeah, I mean when I was.
When I was recording those emails, I was literally sitting there going,
how do I make her sound different? Because she'd be, you know,
twenty years older or whatever the math is. But like, so I'm sitting
there concerned about that her voice is older, like her literal voice, but
like the voice in the emails is just dead on, and she had to
have matured. I mean, she had a kid and maybe a divorce or
totally a divorce if you believe what she's said. January fourth, twenty twelve,
Josh, what do you mean I've gotten popular and me never had a
relationship. We were just friends. We're not friends anymore. We haven't been
friends for a long time. If that's the case, then all the research
we've done has been for not Yeah. But also like that's when Mark freaked
out when he found out I contacted her. So if it's not the real
her, why is Mark? Do you know how you contacted her or which
Karen that you had talked to because you said you've heard her. Yeah,
so he for all he knows it's the Karen. But if he's freaking out
that Karen, then that makes her real. But I never said either way,
like Karen is her real name? I just said I got in touch
with Karen oh okay. January fourth, twenty twelve, Josh, when I
sent my emails to you, do they just show up on the Why haven't
you emailed me back yet? I have to go to bed soon because I
have to get up tomorrow morning. Ellen was washing the goldfish, and then
that begs the other question, if this other fish Ellen whose real name is
not Ellen, is the real Ellen, which just based on five minutes of
scrolling through her profile, I like, I'm pretty sold that she is the
real Ellen. Why would he go to the trouble of changing her name but
not Karen's. January fifth, twenty twelve. Dear Josh, your email was
very nice, but I don't understand how can all those people read it if
it's in English. That doesn't make a lot of sense to me. I
read a letter from Ellen from Ellen that said she was washing something in the
backyard when the man looked at her, But she was washing the goldfish.
We used to wash those goldfish, but they kept dying. Anyway, Mark
blamed us for it. He was a real jerk. We were just trying
to make it buy on our own and have fun. Why would you come
out and have a drink with me if you haven't even accepted my friend request.
Besides, I don't even know you are all these people paying you to
read my letters on this block? Karen? Okay, Now I'm really curious
about this other Karen that lived in the house, So I'm gonna go check
her out real quick. Can you check, like, can you see what
dates fish Ellen lived there? No, it doesn't show that. Unfortunately,
what we you know, what would show it is Oakland phone books. Okay,
Oakland libraries. They the stop they stopped around the time of our letters.
I mean, the the online ones started after they would have moved out.
Isn't that lovely? Yeah? Of course. Okay, So this Karen,
what can we call her? Like Oakland Karen? Like I don't want
to say verified Karen because that makes it sound like we have confirmed she is
the Karen. Yeah, well, she lived in the she lived in the
house. Oh, she has a blog. Shut, he has a blog.
Oh my gosh, I'm sending you that, like she seems really really
Berkeley. Oh so well, you'll see when you get there. It's all
about like like about how she's dressing herself, which is very weird like,
it's very kind of bohem like. And how she's making she's making her own
pants. Oh, I have a name for her. And what is it?
This is Karen crochet pants? Why? Oh oh? She wrote a
block, is he it? She wrote a whole block about these fans being
made just walking around. She's got boss. Look at your racket of those
little pig panties are even just for writing style is very aggressive. Do we
know how old she is? I mean she looks like mid forties. She
looks like fifth dish. Okay, so Devil's advocate. Same argument applies,
like why change Ellen's name but not Karen's name? But then counter argument she
well, allan feel there our fish Ellen has a very distinct name. Yes,
that's true, so you have to you'd have to change it. Yeah.
As to where Karen redacted is a very common name, as we have
discovered as Allen redacted, it's very common name. Yeah, which made it
really hard to find any Ellen that would match her. We need to see
if we can connect crochet Karen crouchet pants. Is that it? Yeah?
Yeah, to fish Ellen and see if they have any connections. Okay,
I'll see what I can do. Hi, Karen, I don't know if
you remember me. We corresponded back in twenty twelve. I have some of
your old letters, and I think we need to talk, Josh. I
was wondering when you'd get back in touch. I've been listening to your podcast.
When you first messaged Karen, she told me she didn't know anything about
these letters. It wasn't until you messaged her again with a link to your
blog that she shared your messages and the letters with me. The letters are
so funny, and I thought it would be hilarious to have some fun with
you, so I wrote you those emails pretending to be Karen. Then I
wrote you the other email, just to mess with you some more. Karen
is my mother and not the Karen in the letters. She never lived with
anyone named Ellen, had a landlord named Mark, or even lived in Oakland.
I started listening to the podcast as soon as you posted about it in
the old Facebook group. At first I thought it was really funny, and
then I joined the Roomy's Facebook group and got nervous about all the research that
was happening. Then you included my emails to you in the podcast, and
I realized this had gone too far. I'm sorry we messed with you.
We honestly didn't know anything about anyone in the letters. Sorry we confused you,
especially now because I'm just as curious as everyone else about who Karen and
Ellen are. If someone reads this on the podcast, please don't make me
sound stupid or like a bitch. Yours not Karen, dude, Josh,
of course that's not Karen, because I'm Karen. I'm just kidding. I
couldn't resist. Yeah, So I I've read the email like seven times now,
and all I can think of is, uh, dude, you got
catfished. You see, you totally got catfished? And can we call Max
and Eve and have them film you? And I guess it would be really
fun because I love them. But serious though, Karen is my mother in
law and not the Karen. Okay, this so much of this makes sense,
but I like everything, like almost everything I've researched has been based on
this idea that that was Karen. And now, well, of course we
couldn't connect that Karen to fish Ellen because that wasn't Karen. So regrouping,
if that wasn't Karen, then let me get back to the murder board.
I'm opening the murder board. You remember that woman by the name of Karen
crochet Pants. Yeah, let's take a bag. Let's take another look at
Karen crochet Pants, because she's the right age, and she's the right character,
and we can tire to the cottage. So oh, so many possibilities
are now open, which is both exciting and exceedingly frustrating, because now all
the possibilities are open, a Karen Allen might actually be real. Oh,
I'm so excited. May nineteenth, twenty sixteen. Okay, it's no longer
a secret that one I'm obsessed with Chinese checkers and two I'm obsessed with crochet.
What you, loyal reader may not know is that I'm also obsessed with
our weekly newspaper. But I digress. This post is actually a shameless plug
for my most recent wearable art happening. That is a picture of me in
my brand new homemade crocheape pan. Karen the crochet Goddess has been added again.
The pattern, plain and simple in its one piece designed down model,
works like a dream, and all I needed was enough couch time to finish
these pants off. The yarn comes in about eleven colors, so I'm looking
at about eleven shorts and or pants in the near future. I'm totally hooked.
Maybe I can make one pair of crochet pants in all eleven colors.
And so you guessed it. I'm finally sporting some crochet pants and I'm not
afraid to show it. A lot of people have wondered at my face how
I was going to pull this off, and well, I don't know.
It seems not like a huge issue to me. But sometimes I get hung
up on things that other people don't worry about, and the opposite is probably
true, as in things that other people get hung up on, I don't
really get hung up on. So on, in full display this May afternoon,
I'm wearing some hip hugger swim trunks beneath the crochet pants. Yesterday I
wore some lightweight tights beneath the pants. And another look will be to wear
a smock type thing over the pants, and well, the options go on
and on. Crochet pants are so versatile. Something tells me I'm not going
to be taking a lot of orders for these bad boys, and that's okay,
since I could really use the money. One hundred percent cotton made right
here in the us of A. Next time you think about finding some crochet
pants or shorts, you know where to look. I'll be sitting out front,
enjoying some sunshine, working up some mad yarn, and putting Kirn a
crochet goddess on the map. December nineteenth, twenty ten. Today I met
a woman standing outside the coffee shop where I get my dog treats. I
screamed that I loved her bumper stigger collection and wondered where she lived. I
had already noticed the Oakland Saturn license plate frame, but obviously she has moved
to our area. She told me that she once co a woman in Berkeley
who had counted bumper stickers. She has thirty. I realize that I have
not taken time or consideration to count ours, most likely in the thirty area.
But there's a difference with the smallest stickers versus standard bumper sticker size.
Here are some of my favorites from my car nineteen eighty eight. Bush quail,
war is peace, real families, value gay relatives, loud and proud
lesbian, Remember who you wanted to be? God bless the freaks. A
woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle, honor teachers.
I ate a kitchen sink. I don't know for sure how hot it is
here, but it's hot. It's even hot inside. Today we went swimming
and there were these huge waves for a lake, and I was in the
water for more than two hours. Renting a house and page, we are
walking everywhere, so I'm as close to dead as I can be. Luckily
I'm not alone. I hate walking. Why do we need to walk everywhere?
That's what cars are for. Mom has not been letting us watch TV,
so I'm bored as all the kids here times ten hundred billion and then
some September thirtieth, twenty ten. What's not to love here except that Indigo
doesn't live here. Today was just one of those I love it here days.
In fact, it reminds me of when I first moved here and walked
around, chanting better than Berkeley, better than Berkeley, better than Berkeley,
better than Berkeley. I'd liked Berkeley, but I like it here better.
I like it here way better than the other places I lived. Here's where
I like it the best. So yesterday we drove down to the far South
suburbs for Bill's wake. I looked around and I felt that pride of life
here. I think that Here in the nineteen eighties was probably like Berkeley in
the nineteen eighties. Now, both of these places are quite a bit different
from what they were, and they haven't exactly moved in the same direction.
I'm not a number. I am a free woman. And there are some
really big cockroaches crawling around one of our local hospitals. May first, twenty
seventeen. Every year, when I drag out my summer wardrobe bins, my
beloved linen pants get their due attention. This year, it got hot so
fast I found myself wearing the floral prints in late March. Go figure.
And so now that I'm practically fifty years old, I'm ready to revamp some
of my looks. And what better way to dress my fifty year old self
than with long, flowy pants that aren't too hot and aren't too cold and
aren't made of stretchy stuff. Most of you know, I'm a yarn goddess,
almost to the exclusion of other wearable crafts. Yarn is my favorite fabric
for the body because it is colorful and warm and comfortable and colorful and chunky.
But I can sew a mean outfit when and if necessary. Sewing can
make me a little crazy, but sewing is also the fastest way to make
clothes. While months can be involved in yarn fashion, you can sew an
outfit in a day if you have to, or if it's too warm for
yarn. Okay. Chrische Pants's blog is amazing of red Lake twenty five posts,
and it's so Karen. The thing is, I was going through fish
Ellen's Facebook page the other day and I found a pretty strong Karen contender there.
I still want to do a little bit of research, but these two
know each other, and I can connect her to Oakland in eighty seven through
eighty nine. Who Sharon. I don't know the answer, so I don't
care. This is America anyway, not Singapore. I don't even know what
primary five mouth is. I only made it to algebra. I'm doing another
mouse video now. This is I think my fourth mouse video, but it's
my sixth or seventh mouse I drove to a different park this time because the
other one was next to a parking lot and I was worried the mice might
run into the parking lot and get run over. They paved pairadise and put
up a parking lot. Oh wow, did you see that he went fast?
Well, I wosh I was a catfees swimming in deep blue sea.
I would have all you good looking women fishing fishing after me, fishia after
me, fishing after me, fishing after me. Old shown up, she
would, Old Lord. I went to my baby's house and I sat down
her on her style. She said, come on in now, don't matter
you, no, min My husband just not left showing up. It's just
not Levet showing up. He's just not letting Old Lord shown up. He
doesn't Old Lord. Well, I feel, yes, I feel Why am
I lie the Lord down? Timing along, I'm gonna capt the fight?
Things smoking big, back down the road. I'm going back down the road.
I'm going back down the road. I'm going. That's on the rude.
I'm going. That's down the rule. That's on the rule. I'm
going, that's down the rule. I'm going, Oh DoD shore noth I'm
gone. Oh now he kill