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Sex, Lies & Surveillance

I am not backing down. In fact this Holiday Season I am taking actions to ensure everyone understands just how stubbornly I am digging in. You will prosecute my Stalker, you will bring him up on charges related to the unauthorized access of Classified Military Documents. And if you push me hard enough, ignore me long enough, I will start hitting my targets on my way to tracking down 1 in 125 Analysts who shared my Personally Identifiable Information with Don Stovner. I will make such a mess of things, you will pray for a Judge to intervene. Right now, there isn't a Judge, Attorney, Statesman or Military man who will touch this case. Between the Slut Shaming the Sex-capades, the implied Pedophilia and of course the Military Sexual Assault, any man with half a brain is distancing himself from this case. Let's see, we've cycled through local Law Enforcement, the Sheriff of at least 3 Counties in 2 States. We've burned through the FBI, the CIA and the US Air Force O

You Ain't Seen Me Crazy Yet

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

Keep in Mind

The Obvious Haxor

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

Welcome to Masquerade

The week of June 3, the White Wolf Game Director came to Blizzard Diablo 3 for the 1.09 release.  The significance of this event to me and to this Blog is the relationship to Fantasy and Role Play.  Hidden within the missing years was my Gaming.  I started playing Diablo, a Role Playing Game (RPG) actively on Battle.net in 1997.   That same year, I was introduced to White Wolf Games, specifically Table Top Games. It was at a Table Top Game with new Friends that I discovered LARP – Live Action Role Play. Masquerade was based strictly on Table Top adapted to Live Action, and it was Costume Play. I started LARPing in the Spring of 1997, playing White Wolf Masquerade in Pasadena City Hall, Cal Tech and Lake Avenue. Within a few months I had established a routine of playing Diablo in LAN Parties and on Battle.net during the Weekdays, and LARPing on the Weekends.  We built complex story lines of intrigue based within the parameters of the White Wolf Gaming Series, and acted them o

Legal Doxing

"... 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/

Trapping the Syntax Error

1988 – 1989:  He arrived on the Flight Line out of no where, and like me, he was not included in any of the Squadron Crew Chief Games. Ignored or Pranked were the only attention we received because I was the only woman in the Squadron and he was an F-15 Crew Chief on an F-16 Flight Line. I had started to play golf again on the Air Force Base, and I began running into him on the Range. Eventually we began playing Golf together on our days off. At some point, our Flight Line Schedules aligned and we were on the same shifts on the same days. We spent six months together. He moved from the Base Dorms to the same Mobile Home neighborhood I was living.  We would carpool to the Flight Line together in his Truck with the over sized tires. I could walk to his house from mine – so it always looked like I was at home when in reality I was hiding out with him in his bed. Turned out, the Air Force put him in a holding pattern on our Base, in my Unit, while he awaited his next orders to

Can I get a Witness?

Where is the Witness? Where is that magical person who can validate the lies Don Stovner told me, my family and my peers? There must be a Witness.

We're in the Wrong Band

The Wrong Band i think it’s perfectly clear we’re in the wrong band ginger is always sincere just not to one man she called me up and she said you know that i’m drowning it’s the dog trainer again he says that he thinks that she needs more hands i think it’s perfectly clear we’re in the wrong band senator let’s be sincere as much as we can he called her up and he said the new prosecutor soon will be wanting a word so she’s got a soft spot for heels and spurs and there’s something believin in her voice again said there’s something believin instead of just leavin and she gets her cigars from the sweet fat man i think it’s perfectly clear we’re in the wrong band heidi says she’ll be sincere as much as she can i called her up and i said you know that i’m drowning put on your raincoat again cause even the sun’s got a price on it and there’s something believin in her voice again said there’s something believin in her voice instead of just leavin she sa

I Know

July 2011 I know the Men with the Hairless Dogs talked to you and I know you talked to Don Stovner. You are in a bigger mess than you realize. And it's all because you didn't take Jail Bait seriously.

Welcome to the Game

January 2009, just a few weeks after the final disposition of my termination at the Wynn but before the Hearings began with the State of Nevada, Don Stovner reached out via LinkedIn and asked me for a reference.  He called me before the request to apologize for his behavior, that he was under pressure from management to behave towards me the way he did.  He said the position was in Washington State and that he was leaving Nevada. I gave him the reference. When I began the contract at Clearwire in June 2009, I was also pending a Hearing Date over my termination from the Wynn with the State of Nevada. Everyone I knew in Vegas told me that I would lose, that Wynn never loses a hearing and they never settle. I told every one that I was fine with that outcome, but not before I exhausted the Legal Process. I just kept responding to the communications, following the process. From June 2009 through August 12, 2009, Don made an effort to speak to me or bring me coffee every single work

Last Chance for Redemption

The next part of this story will take you Boys to a place you never expected.  But you do have the ability to stop all of this. You let Don Stovner into my work place.  Steve Koenig & Ted Whiting, you put me on a Conference Call that I should not have been on in order to put me in direct contact with my stalker, in my work place - somewhere I was supposed to be safe. You made those choices all in the name of a Prank. Now, you can fix it. Simply provide a witness, that’s all. A living breathing human being who can validate everything Don Stovner has claimed: Someone who can validate he knew my Grandparents Someone who can validate he was in Van Nuys during the 94 Earthquake – this is important, and the part of the story you Casino Operators don’t want to go. Someone who can validate that he worked in the Port of Los Angeles in 2004/2005 You Boys pull that all together and this blog comes down forever. And just to be clear, I have to KNOW about this "witness&