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

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


Do you have a Stalker? Do you come home to find subtle changes to the photos on your fire place mantle?  Do you find your closet doors and bureau drawers open when you come home from work? This is not your garden variety Facebook Stalking.  By the time your Stalker works up the courage to come out from behind the blue glow of his CRT and into your home, it's too late to take any of the precautions Law Enforcement recommends.  Your Stalker is already in your house, monitoring your life. Media is the Stalker's friend.  Media perpetuates the idea that only celebrities have Stalkers, that non-celebrity Stalking is just a domestic violence issue.  The notion that average women have unknown Stalkers is dismissed and never addressed.  Women who find themselves in an unwanted dance with an unknown Stalker are left to fend for themselves. When the Stalker is unknown, there are no Domestic Violence resources to help because Domestic Violence resources work with women trying to ma

This is the Don Stovner I met at the Wynn in June 2008 and then worked with from June 2009 through January 2010.  This is the man who, after my troubles with the Applications Analyst on the Food & Beverage Team at the Wynn, caused me the most problems with Network Engineering Projects. The photo at the left was taken in mid July 2009, while we both worked for Clearwire in Las Vegas, at a weekday lunch break from our projects.  Don made an effort to reconcile the events at the Wynn and to amend our professional relationship.  We did not work in the same departments or for the same management.  We had no reason to interact while at work other than to go to lunch. It should be noted, that had the Wynn IT shop been more professional, had they employed proper management of their staff, the affair between Don & I would have started in 2008 when he went to the Wynn, during the period he sent his wife to Russia the late Summer and Early Fall of 2008.  However, because I had seen

A syntax error occurs when information is unrecognizable or an improper format. The term "syntax error" is also frequently used to refer to semantic errors, where the information is in a recognizable but incorrect format. A syntax error sometimes can result in more subtle problems, causing a glitch or allowing a program (romance) to run with incorrect data (lies) . Most common syntax and semantic errors stem from misspellings and incorrect punctuation. Over the Late Summer months of August and September, I was consumed with work, the pool, and him. He acclimated himself to my environment, engaging with everyone, becoming comfortable in the surroundings. We were rotating days at his place and at mine, Archie, Loki and I traipsing our gear to his house every few days. Typically our weekdays were spent at his house, our weekends at mine. It worked out well and allowed me to have other friends over as well as use the pool & Jacuzzi on our days off. We only parted to go