Casey K. Serin: The Mayfly of bloggers (or “This blog will self-destruct in 30 minutes”)

Have you ever heard about Mayflies?

Hi! I’m Kostya!

Interesting little things. They live for about a day, tops. 30 minutes if they are really unlucky.  Their main purpose in life: reproduction (OK, so they are NOT exactly like Casey).

At some point in Casey’s life, his blogs will probably last for less time than a Mayfly. Maybe he’ll even close the damn thing before he considers even building it. That doesn’t sound that bad, does it?

I’ve considered that this blog is part of the problem. Whenever Casey goes manic, we all go apeshit over anything he does. He gets scared, hides behind mommy’s Victoria’s Secrets thong and locks everything down. So, should I just document whatever he does and release the info after he deletes everything? I dunno. Food for thought.

“…and he shall master cleanse his ass after he fights foreclosure…”

Several things may have made him go into hiding this time. Let’s quickly review them.

1) He’s in luv now, and he posted the following on his RSS feed. I’ve added commas, paragraphs, and moved things around etc., because he surely hasn’t. For someone who has lived most of his adult life on the States, he has no idea about how to write coherently.

Saturday morning.

Went to bed a little past 1am after getting back from “ban’a”, a home-built Russian-style sauna at my uncle’s body shop here in West Sacramento. The usual crowd was there. The crowd is my uncles and their friends, less people this time than last time. The topic was divorce. After 13 years, she cheated on him and didn’t even want the kids; yet still calls him to ask for advice. He says he doesn’t care about her but I can see he is devasted. I offered a little sympathy but stayed out of the conversation, because I am not too interested in the drama and I didn’t know the guy that well.

Besides, my own divorce is now a distant memory. Doesn’t seem to hurt anymore. Don’t want to dwell on it too much.

Since I’m was on day 8 of the Master Cleanse I wasn’t sure if I should go into the heat but I tried it. Felt good. Dripping in sweat. I jumped into the cold water tank. Felt amazing like it should. However, after I got out I felt dizzy. Head spinning. I kept drinking the lemonade drink I brough in a plastic gallon jug. I brought plenty so I didn’t feel hungry.

There is usually tasty food at ban’a. Smoked fish is a staple as was last night. I wasn’t really tempted by the food though. It’s not the first time I’m doing a cleansing fast and my body seems to handle it better and better every time. The only time I’ve had some issues is when the food smells really good or strong, like when somebody is cooking or grilling.

I talked to my uncles a little bit and gave an update on my foreclousure fight. I told them I’m still keeping the bank at bay and we’re getting ready to sue. Everybody is watching my first case. Now that I have an attorney guiding me I feel more confident. We’re waiting for a loan audit right now to use for our evidence in the lawsuit.

Since I was feeling dizzy I didn’t go back in for another session but went back into the shop, changed into some wam clothes and sat in the office. The internet was down so I mediated in the chair, then layed my head down on the table and dozed off into half sleep. It was a long day. Missed my daily nap.

I listen to her concerns and silently accept them. I don’t resist. It is what it is. I’m not sure what the future holds. I’m not afraid but sadness does creep in sometimes. Yet the moment is so beautiful, I enjoy it fully.

She brought over a big container of lemon drink as she is doing the fast with me too.

Makes it quite convenient. We where going to maybe go to a park but ended up stopping at our usual coffee shop as of late. Her friend was already there waiting for us. That has become almost a daily habit. Had the usual small talk. I didn’t talk as much, just massaging her feet, looking at her often. Her friend got a job working with kids. Some more small talk about drug tests and background checks, etc.

We went back to the house. Her friend didn’t join us this time like she does often. Since she wasn’t feeling too energetic due to the cleanse. She is on day 7. So we watched one of her favorite Russian shows online. She doesn’t want to watch any of my stuff. Sign. I don’t fight her on it any more. Her choices are good too. So I enjoy and don’t resist.

One day she will come around and realize what I have to offer is good. Or not. It doesn’t matter. I love her so much. It is mutual. Mostly.

Quite an unual relationship to put it midly. We have had such an amazing time this summer. A summer to remember. Much of it spent in and around the house with a couple of trips there and here. I’m so grateful for this place. I don’t remember the last time I’ve had this much romance in my life.

Don't lie, Casey! You used to say you loved me more!

Didn’t think it was going to be possible to fall in love again, after everything that happen. It happened suddenly. Stumbled upon her and her friend June 8th at Temple. Almost didn’t approach. But I am a Yesman. Made a good impression but wrote her information wrong. Almost lost touch but miraculously reconnected. Then the 27th back at Temple. Our first date. O wow. Love at first sight. I entered her world and she mine, with some occasional resistence. She analyzes so much. Too much thinking, like i used to do. Feels ironically familiar yet the roles are reversed. But that makes it all the more unpredictable and delicious. I still don’t know what the future holds but it seems bright. She is such a miracle. No matter what happens, I love you. Our minds are connected. We are one. Peace.

Next time someone tells you drugs aren't bad, show them this post.

Let’s see. What’s the best way to tell a woman whom you love, but has some doubts about you, that you are his soulmate? Simple, use RSS and tell your hundreds of haterz about it! That’ll surely help things.

2) Lovely Angel Lynn is back in the game. Why, I have no idea. I still don’t know if she was really short-selling 4932 Dewey last year… but this time around, she surely is.

Why?

Angel, if you ever get around to reading this… the Crime Family is going to screw you in the end and you know it. Just stay as far away from them as possible.

So, there you have it. Casey’s comeback was shorter lived than a Nigel Swaby / BTC / WWTF / Kostya SLC reunion tour. It was probably more bromantic, though.

James Marks
Still madly in love with Angel Lynn,
August 21st, 2010

I Am Fighting For Closure (of this friggin’ story)

Fill my eyes
O Lithium sunset
And take this lonesome burden
Of worry from my mind
Take this heartache
Of obsidian darkness
And fold my darkness
Into your yellow light

“Lithium Sunset”,  (c) Gordon Matthew Sumners, 1996

Just as I suspected, Casey Serin is back in the game, pretty much like he did last year. Curiously enough at around the same date.

We haterz are wondering who he's staying with.

Sun, Autumn or his birthday definitely have something to do with it. I’m voting “Sun” because I love “Lithium Sunset” and wanted to include it in this post.  I’ll be patiently wating for your “YUOR TEH GHEY” comments because I like Sting. Thank you very much in advance.

Bring it on.

Formalities aside, and speaking of bitches, our favorite one is back, and in full manic upswing. Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome back to the show that never ends.  Four years and counting – who ever said he was anything but consistent? Have you ever met a soul so heck-bent on fucking things up?

Hell, even Georgie had a god day every once in a while.

So, this failure’s name is: I Am Fighting Foreclosure (or IFFF, as Casey calls it -don’t ask, that’s just how he rolls).  And remember – it’s “For Entertainment Purposes Only”. Yeah Casey, you don’t need to remind us that every single thing you do is for our entertainment.

We have our old pal George Tran to thank for FuckUp’s most recent comeback. You know – George Tran, the Freedumb movement guru. It just happens he’s the one who inspired Casey’s new venture.

Kinda like a Bonnie and Clyde love letter. If Bonnie and Clyde were gay. And stupid.

Mostly, it has been trollbait up to this point. There’s a certain thread about his position

and his objectives.

I’m reproducing them here without any sort of permission whatsoever. Why? Because dipshit is already hinting on his YouTube channel that “this is just an experiment” and “may not even last 3 weeks”.

My position (and maybe yours):

1. I am behind on my mortgage or about to be — perhaps I lost my job, went through a separation, or my adjustable mortgage shot through the roof, or I am still barely making it every month but not sure for how much longer — or maybe I can afford the payments but am starting to wondering if it really makes sense to continue throwing away money, paying for an over-leveraged house, especially if I suspect the mortgage may indeed be invalid (due to fraud on behalf of the lender) FULL OF SHIT, AS ALWAYS.
2. My lender has started foreclosure or getting ready to — knowing that every state has a different a process, with different timeframes and notice requirements — I may either be in a Trust Deed state (like California) where a 3rd party Trustee company sells the house on behalf of the lender or a Mortgage state where the lender goes through the courts — either way, I am pressed for time and must do something or I will lose my home and be on the street!
3. My house has little or no equity (“upside down”) — which means the house is now worth less than the amount of the mortgage including all the fees and back-payments — so there is no equity to borrow against to catchup my payments even if I wanted to, and I can’t do a tradition sale either (unless I’m doing a “short sale”, but my intent is to KEEP the house.)

My objectives:

1. Stop/delay foreclosure so I could stay in my home and live for free as long as possible — (Mommy, daddy, are you reading this?) even if everything else fails, staying in my home payment-free for 6 months, a year or even longer is a win in of itself!

1. Challenge the so called “loan” and legally eliminate the mortgage — if my alleged lender cannot prove they actually lent me any money, and cannot prove their standing to foreclose and thus cannot prove they are indeed a true creditor under law (or have committed any other act of fraud or impropriety) – I get to keep my house free-and-clear with no mortgage on it! Thank you.
2. Receive “marketable title” so I could sell or refinance the property with title insurance like any other transaction
3. Optionally, go after the lender — fraud, misrepresentation, extortion, etc — triple damages or more!
4. Expose the truth and teach this process — so every  homeowner in America who has the courage to take action! Time to RECLAIM YOUR RIGHTS!

With the following assumptions and goals in place, I am ready to begin looking at the strategies, tactics and logistics for getting to my victory, both conventional and unconventional — and maybe even a little bit of diplomacy whenever possible to avoid direct confrontation.

Should be a fun fight… if I stand upon truth what do I have to lose?

If you identify with anything above, join the fight!

Added: of course, we do everything in love. This is just a game and we respect our opponent.

Oh, and by the way – how come nobody ever noticed this?

Angel was short selling mom and dad's house... more than a year ago!

It’s just too much. It was there all the time, for all of us to see. He even posted it so that we found out about it ONE YEAR AGO.

Please God, make it stop!

Please God. I don’t want to keep throwing up, but I just can’t help it. Casey is evil insane. For a while, I thought he was a harmless bastard. Now I know better.

James Marks
Casey Konstantin Serin is an evil man,
August 20th, 2010

Nigel Swaby: I salute you, sir

This is the funniest 5 minute recap of the Casey story -by far. Two thumbs up, Nigel!

FAILSTRAPP’D (or, “The Sun Falcon shall rise again”)

Hello, dear SEC readers. 

A while ago I promised to myself this blog would be about Casey, and only him – since I felt like crap about writing silly things regarding Anna Serin’s thongs, Margarita Serin’s stupid tree crap, Kristina’s nasty looking cakes, and 

Oops, I did it again

Sorry.  Anyway, my point, if there was supposed to be one in the first place, is that I became convinced that Casey’s Fecal Finger of Fate should never be allowed to destroy other people’s lives, and so I decided not to turn this blog into a bash-fest. 

But sometimes, things happen – if you believe in karma then you are a stupid idiot, then you’d have to agree – anyone who was ever related to Casey – no, scratch that – anyone who ever tried to scam Casey, and then had his own shady dealings blown away by proxy deserves his own blog entry on this space. That’s not just serendipity, coincidence, or irony. It’s divine justice. 

Enter Chris Record and the Unstrapp’d crew. 

There's a female in there. HINT: It's the ugly looking dude.

Allright, I was just kidding. There’s no female on that pic, but trust me, if you’ve ever seen Mr. Ed, you’ve seen a prettier version of her.  On with the story. 

Once upon a time, a couple of geeks, fags, an ugly chick, a surfer dude, and a scammer who goes by the name of “Chris Record” decided TV needed something different – a “Television for Entremanures”. And so, the whole “Unstrapp’d” concept was born. What their purpose was eludes me for the moment. It had something to do with them surfing all day long, playing golf, Vanessa looking fat, and a guy named Kyle doing all the work. “Social Media” was their raison d’etre (damn, I’m so suave and continental). Somehow, the end result would be a $100 million dollar company. 

The Casey Serin / Chris Record recipe for success

Trust me on this one: Casey would have a hard time coming up with a plan this stupid. Not that he hasn’t tried – it’s just that it would have been too much work. And besides, someone asked Casey if he had thought about joining the Cockstrapp’d crew during one of his “rare” UStream casts – his vague answer was that he wasn’t interested, and nobody had contacted him anyway. Which is sort of strange, since Chris “My wife looks like Gaius Julius Caesar Augustus Germanicus‘s favorite Consul”   

I get it! Caligula! FUNNEEE!!!

Record is an ex NRU alumni (you know, the Nouveau Riche University), who actually got Casey to join the place for a couple thousand grand, and then had the balls to redirect www.caseyserin.com to www.caseypedia.com. You’d think they’d be best of friends. 

In short, Chris Record is the bigger fish we always warned Casey about.

Anyway, Fuckstrapp’d lasted for 12 or 13 episodes, where we were shown how entremanures spent $50,000 from a cripple by living on an ocean front MacMansion, surfing all day and having a start-up party. But here’s where the fun really starts. 

During that period, the CampIdiot Crew started gathering intel sweet information on Record and his associates. Why? Simple.  Because Casey had gone AWOL and Chris Record is widely known as one of the people who scammed Casey. It was also found out that Sun Falcon (his real name) was born in a teepee to a couple of pot-smoking hippies. A couple of nasty coyotes ate his umbilical cord, which was left out to dry by his father, who wanted to make a musical instrument out of it. Later on, he changed his name to Chris Record. And, as I love to say, I shit you not – his father told this story on his web page. I’m sure you’d be glad to have a man like this as your company’s CEO.

Never before seen pic of Chris and Vanessa Record at a family dinner

 

But this was only the tip of the iceberg. The CampIdiot guys created an Encyclopaedia Dramatica of Unstrapp’d in just a couple of days.  Read the article if you must, it’s not as good as the best of them, but it has lots of LOLs. 

A week later, Unstrapp’d was history. I bet the cripple who invested $50K is mighty mad at Record.

One can only wonder. 

Sun Falcon, had you not been previously associated with Casey Serin, would Unstrapp’d have survived? There would not be any Encyclopaedia Dramatica article, and all the dirt on your cronies wouldn’t have been known, because nobody would have given two shits about your crappy TV show.

The world will never know.

 

James Marks
I’m fighting the urge to rewrite this post. It sucks,
August 18th, 2010.