UPDATE (09/2011): Did you come to this post because of John Macan. I did a follow-up on this post in January, five months after this post, located at http://blog.chrisolin.com/?p=238. There is more information there. Read it!

Wow. Just wow. I don't know how to sum up the last three months into a single post that'll take less than 10 minutes to read, but I can try.

Condensed version. Girl that doesn't like me convinces one of her friends to go to the cops and make a false statement saying I did something that, in reality, I didn't do. This guy I know that's supposedly a Colgate and UB graduate slash law student says I'm looking at a felony and misdemeanors and he'll help me but to keep me out of jail, I need to stay with him because he's an officer of the court and an undercover cop and the like. Okay, so I let him stay with me if he'll pay the utilities. He agrees. That happened mid-May. Let us fast forward to today.

I found out that yes, this girl did lie to the cops. No, I wasn't looking at any felonies and/or misdemeanors. He never went to UB or Colgate. He was never a law student or an officer of the court, or anything like that. He went to a community college during '05 - '06 and flunked out. He's a pathological liar and his own mother is disgusted by him. He cons people out of money. He needed a place to stay and he never paid the utilities. The electricity was shut off in my apartment two weeks before I moved out and back to Rochester (yes, I'm back in Rochester) because he neglected to pay the bills and said he was.

This lying son of a bitch's name is John Michael Macan (AKA John Macan, Papa John, Fatman). He (currently) lives in Stafford, New York. He frequents Batavia a lot. I warn everyone reading this with as much trust as an online person can have. DO NOT TRUST A SINGLE WORD THAT COMES OUT OF THE FAT LYING BASTARD'S MOUTH. I can guarantee to anyone reading this that about 9 out of every 10 things he says is a complete lie, some much better than others. If your reading this and want any more information, leave a comment. New York is a one-party state when it comes to wiretapping. I have dozens of recorded conversations and can give you a list of his most common lies, facts that you can check out that prove he's lying, and a list of people that he's fucked over, besides myself.

Truth is an absolute defense to libel. I'm not making a single word of this up. If I was, I wouldn't type it up and put it on the internet for the world to see. I'm documenting this so if anyone happens to Google something along "john macan stafford, new york", this post will be one of the first things that pops up in hopes of keeping anyone else from having their life... interrupted -- for lack of a better word -- by him. Anyway, I'm going to get off this topic because this bastard has put me out over a grand. I could keep on this for hours.

In my last post, I mentioned that I bought an HTC Hero. I've since flashed this thing several dozen times now. I'm currently running an experimental CDMA version of CyanogenMOD, a custom ROM that started out for the Nexus One, Google's "official" Android phone, a GSM-only phone.

It's been a source of pleasure, rage, and something to stay up late and tinker with. Right now, I'll be happy if I can get my battery life to 20+ hours like most people seem to get. However, I'm thinking of shelling $60 for an aftermarket 3500mAh battery. Seidio makes one that boasts a 133% increase in battery life.

Now that I'm back in Rochester and my life is (slowly) becoming far more stable. For the last month or two I was in my apartment, I had no hot water. The last two weeks, the electricity was shut off, like I mentioned above. To top it off, the "year lease" that I signed was really a 11 month and 15 days lease and had to be out a month sooner than I expected. The landlord refused to renew the lease either. I'm not too irritated by that. The company manging the complex was the Batavia branch for Sermar Management. The company has horrible reviews by past tenants all over the internet and the complex was full of welfare-sucking fleas and drug dealers. The "head maintenance guy", who is the husband of the lady that runs the Batavia branch, rarely fixed anything. When he came around, he harassed tenants. Total ass. It was an inconvenience having to be out a month before I planned on, but it's one month less I had to pay for rent and I was fed up with the complex too.

Being back in Rochester has the benefit of a lot more job opportunities. At this point, I'm taking a semester off to get a job and replenish the bank account and pay off all the utility companies.

Anyway, expect updates a bit more frequently from now on. I'll be updating the rest of the site to make information current.