A STRANGER OBSESSION

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

“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

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

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