A STRANGER OBSESSION

December 2013 The reality was, that by December 2006 , I was already committed to the move to Las Vegas because of The Audio Thief and his antics that previous June & July.  I realized that despite my denial, I was going there to Hunt Him Down.   February 2007,  As I sat in the living room overlooking the City Lights, I was finally able to process what the Audio Thief had said in the Theme Room at Bonnie Springs Ranch  over the July 4th Holiday seven months earlier.  (... are you scared yet ...)  That his Family told him about the Dead Flowers,  "you know, the Dead Flowers left on my Doorstep." For the first time, I was presented with a Free Pass to be someone I wasn't without consequence My act of violence would tear at the tissue of the mind, and rip at the flesh of memory. Certainly, it would strike closer than the doorstep of an entry never used. The Stalking began, or rather followed me to Las Vegas, by November 2007.  Right on schedule I got an

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

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


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

"... 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/

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UPDATE June 26, 2013 Filed this one under "Irony" - Spencer Shockley's daughter is the same age E & I were when Spencer sexually assaulted us at Senior Frog's in Cancun Mexico. I bet she has no idea the filthy behavior her father condones. Wonder what Kelsi's mom Lynda thinks? During the Winter & Spring of 1991, my friend E and I were working in Downtown LA.  We were in what is known as “Little Tokyo” and we were part of a corporation which was literally building Los Angeles.  We began a habit of going out every weekend, except the weekend started on Thursdays.  E and I had bonded quite accidentally in an elevator.  We kept the very same schedule, riding the elevator up to the 8 th floor in the morning and down to the parking garage in the evening.  It wasn’t long before we began parking near each other on the same garage floor.  Our conversations quickly turned to the men in our lives, or rather, the men who were no longer in our lives.  It was

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.

Revenge..... Vigilante.... call it what ever you want, the results are the same.   Outing Male Sexual Pranks and Antics.    This blog and the Men caught up in it are the result of Corporate Workplace Pranks.  And while they may be Dangerous Men, there is nothing in this world that causes Dangerous Men to make Stupid Mistakes than when the Woman they Target turns the tables. It seems to be the year of female Internet vigilantes taking on male misbehavior. Just last week, as Salon’s Anna North reported, a woman  outed on Facebook  a stranger she allegedly overheard boasting about his marital infidelities. Naturally, the post went viral. A couple of months ago, Adria Richards tweeted a photo of men at a tech conference who she claimed were making sexually inappropriate jokes. It too blew up online, and one of the men was fired. http://www.salon.com/2013/06/11/the_crotch_shot_revenge/ Consider it Reverse Slut Shaming. Keep in mind every Man named in this blog has a Wife, and at