The Xander in me favors laughing in the face of wank ... and then hiding until it goes away.
Nevertheless, when the landlord gets as hostile as LJ/6A, you eventually reach a point where there's nothing to do but move out, lock everything, and leave a forwarding address.
With the new digs, I picked a new pen name, so y'all feel free to look me up at
MARMALADE SKIES.