A STRANGER OBSESSION

“Sucks to be you” Remember that? Remember when I said those words on the conference call? Those are the words that Don Stovner repeated to me in August 2009 as his “proof” that we were on a conference call together. So before we move on, you should take a moment to reflect.  Think about the last time you heard that phrase on a conference call. Take your time. CONTINUE READING - PATREON S*CKS TO BE YOU

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

Embracing Creepy Stalking is just plain creepy.  It just is.  A weird guy who takes an interest in a woman he’s never met, a girl who has no idea he even exists.  Sometimes it starts with “Blog Stalking”, cruising an interesting blog over and over, or visiting a Discussion Forum to read a girl’s posts, hitting refresh as neurotically as clicking a pen.  But, when stalking moves from watching through the blue glow of the monitor to real life watching through the living room window,  it is the cruelty of stalking that strikes me the most.  The silent Watcher has no empathy for his Victim.  He just sits and watches as events and occurrences unfold.  No different than the detached coldness of the Engineer monitoring a Network. This notion of the emotionally removed Stalker was taking up room in my head when Kevin Kelleher’s blog on the last day of Web 2.0 Summit 2011 was served up on the web page I was reading.  I didn’t see the blog until 5 days later, but it struck a chord noneth

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

As I walked out the door that warm Tuesday night in August, I looked back over the thresh hold at him as he stood in the small kitchen in the very little house.  The way he held his jaw in profile in the late evening shadows, he looked for a moment like the Audio Thief.  They taste the same.  They smell the same.  They even screw the same.  “If” was the only thing going though my mind as I caught a glimpse of the Audio Thief out of the corner of my eye. you could’ve had me Right there beside you you could’ve had me boy CONTINUE READING - PATREON - THE ART OF PUTTING TRUTH IN A LIE

All this time I believed it was the Audio Thief. How many years ingrained in me to notice the signs & the timing. That's why I kept the sweater for so long.  The Famous Blue Sweater..... The sweater I wore the night I got out of his Porsche and onto the Plane. CONTINUE READING - PATREON - FAMOUS BLUE SWEATER