A STRANGER OBSESSION

I have been accused of Lacking Empathy. It has come from every direction: work, personal, Internet, Real Time. It surprises me, because I don’t feel that I have been successful in hiding my Illness at all. In fact I firmly believe my Illness has cost me several jobs over the past 10 years. It has certainly been the subject of Office Gossip and Personal Rumors. And let's be honest, the years I spent hiding my illness in order to make a living in the Corporate World is the impetus which set Steve Koenig and Ted Whiting on a personal vendetta to Slut Shame me, Terrorize me and otherwise discredit me.  But remember, *I* lack empathy. I realize that not everyone who surfs Facebook or Google Plus have run across my Story. While Endometriosis is the main story, I have remained silent about my PTSD diagnosis as the “label” just grates on me. The social stigma assigned to Veterans with PTSD is a heavy one. Besides which, I made a Promise. I promised never to speak about The Thing wh

Saturday August 31 – As we left the house, we saw a white compact car (Toyota or Camry or Honda) parked diagonally across the street, and inside was a man reading the newspaper. As we pulled out of the drive way and drove down the street, J watched the man in the rear view mirror.  He got out of the car and headed towards our driveway.  We turned around and headed back to the house. It took less than 90 seconds.  By the time we got back to the driveway, the man and the car were gone. We got home about 2 hours later and I let the dogs out to the back yard.  There I found one of the hand painted signs along the fence hanging by 1 hook, like someone knocked it as they jumped the fence. I'm going home, gonna load my shotgun Wait by the door and light a cigarette He wants a fight well now he's got one And he ain't seen me crazy yet       Sunday September 1 – We were in the backyard, under the carport doing our hair so we would

I was tricked in 2011. I was so distracted by the hacking and stalking and the retrieving my belongings, I missed the signs. I needed to work and I needed money. So I took a contract that I swore I would never do, ever. So, at this point I have reached out, I have left a trail of data, and I have set up my little triangle. I have - so far - avoided another situation like the one in 2011. Suffice it to say, I discovered the moves I was making pushed me in that direction, but at every opportunity for validation, absolutely nothing happened. I mean..... nothing. By Summer 2011, I realized no one, absolutely no one who mattered knew about The Trick in 2011 when, during an interview, the interviewer said, "...  we can't have a melt down on a remote." Now, I have told one person the truth about what happened on that Remote. We are going to find out this week if February 2011 was ever taken seriously.  Because what I signed up for, and what I found myself in were two compl

Oh Little Haxor Boi, your fly is open. I post to LinkedIn and you re-direct to UPS. I link to youtube and you issue a DDOS. Very nice. Just to be crystal clear - this blog isn't coming down until Don Stovner, Steve Daggett and Carole Stovner Krieg are criminally prosecuted. The petty little fines handed down by the Civil Court are no longer acceptable. The time for peaceful negotiation has long past and I'm not interested in some insulting pay off. Oh, but the prospect of having this much power while The Men With the Hairless Dogs and the Keystone Kops drag their feet on "forensics" is completely intoxicating. Which sites shall we take down next? Tell you what, I'll think about it over the weekend. We shall rejoin The Game when my creative imagination selects some interesting domains.  I warn you, it is entirely possible that I come up with some challenges that your skills just can't match.  I mean, come on Honey, we have had a 12-36 hour gap since Ma

You think you can come around here
 All up in my face
 All up in my world You better know you better know you better know
 I´m at your door I´m at your door I´m at your door
 You gotta right you gotta right to know
 Me and my Teenage Hustling
 I´ve been workin´it
 since I´z fourteen
 Me and my Teenage Hustling
 It´s gonna save me
 save me save me save me save me save me
 From your dirty dealings
 I’m a Dirty Girl 
I’m such a Dirty Girl Maybe the riddle of this accident 
goes back to your gossip
 With a ferocious strategy
 you play wounded in his cockpit
 But I think that you forgot my days 
of Teenage Hustling Me and my Teenage Hustling
 I´ve been workin´ it
 since I´z fourteen
 
 But you´ve been skankin´ around
 with your talentless trash
 You only shoot blanks
at your cocksure best
 Me and my Teenage Hustling
 It´s gonna save me
 save me save me save me save me save me
 From your dirty dealings
 Now i don´t mind a Dirty Girl


"... you don't need to be a government spy to dig up personal details on the average American. " "The holy trinity is your full name, your date of birth and your Social Security number; the only thing missing here is your Social," he says. "And for thirty-five bucks, I would probably be able to get that from a public data source." http://www.dailyfinance.com/2013/06/28/identity-theft-protection-test/

Oh you thought I was Don Stovner’s only victim? You mean none of you know what he did to that Corporate IT Director in San Francisco? Last Summer, 2012? You didn't know he broke into the Enterprise Email and published the guy's correspondence? But…. You are such good friends! You've stood up for him! You gave him great references! How did you not know about this? Update: Stalker Boy is admitting to the hack, wonder if he will admit to the Stalking. Hmm, do you Executive C-Suite Boys have something to worry about other than me? " at the time I was suppose to see if I could get in to all the system to find security issues and plug the holes which I did " I guess the new approach to Network Data Security is to publish your findings so everyone can read the personal & intimate emails of the Corporate Leadership. Hey, didn't one of you Corporate Types give Stalker Boy access to your Corporate Network in Las Vegas?

Stalker Cop Found Guilty in Cannibal Case When does a virtual crime, contemplated in Internet chat rooms, become an actual crime? 
"...prosecutors argued that the officer took actual steps to further his plot, like conducting surveillance of potential victims." Sound familiar? It should. This entire blog is based on one man's actual steps he took to "further his plot". Don Stovner took great pains to position himself within my life "like conducting surveillance" of my work place schedule and home routines. Just like Gilberto Valle, Don Stovner reached back in time nearly 20 years, to stalk a woman. The difference is that the police got to Gilberto, because the people around his victim immediately took action.   Now aren't you Gentlemen glad I have chosen to dismantle your careers,  marriages, and families, and didn't go running to the police? Oh... you didn't know.... here: April 16, 2013  New Arrests

I never considered what I am doing to Don Stovner “DOXing”.  In my mind, it is simply playing the game he started, by following the Rules as he changes them.  You know, Goose & Gander .  He went out of his way to track down intimately personal information about me, dating back to the Pre-Internet Age and claimed that it was “technically legal” because he used Publically Available Information.  Well…. I’m just making this information public.  Just like he did. "DOXing", is  hacker slang for publishing someone's personal information in order to intimidate or punish them. DOXing is a technique of tracing someone or gather information about an individual using sources on the internet. Its name is derived from “Documents” or “Docx”. DOXing method is based purely on the ability of the hacker to recognize valuable information about his target and use this information to his benefit. It is also based around the idea that, “ The more you know about your target,

“Privacy is an illusion therefore it doesn’t matter if yours is violated” I didn’t expect privacy when I dove into that chat room off a dark and rarely used Data Back Road in 1998, so why should I care that there are privacy violations occurring every day? Oh, right, because I did expect privacy.  That’s why we all had screen names.  That’s why we all lied about our addresses and phone numbers, only met people from “On Line” in Public Places, attempted to mask our IP addesses, etc and so on.  It was the only place NOT regulated by Corporations and Government, and as such there was a dangerous and alluring aspect to the Internet.  It was the last Frontier, the Wild West without a Sheriff. So when Zuckerburg and Parker and the rest of the Silicon Valley Cartel decided over Martini’s one night to embrace the FBI's position that Privacy no longer means Anonymity it changed the game.  It meant we no longer have to tolerate being under the Microscope, being judged by “what you pu