A STRANGER OBSESSION

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


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

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

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

It's funny how he even looks like Don Stovner. Your explanation is interesting, but not the right track. http://youtu.be/arLQvJ_o4EE I set aside other "decisions", and took what you dished out. This time, after four years of squeezing this Bozo like the puss filled Zit he is, you will not deny me justice by hiding this Creep behind National Security. Because come July 8, no amount of "national security" will appease the Money Men on Wall Street. Your National Security means nothing to the Money Men. Don Stovner will be prosecuted for accessing Personal Information about me held within Federal Databases, and MGM Resorts International is going to kick off the Prosecution.

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

Privacy is either Dead or it is something of Value, to be traded.  I decide what and when and where to Publish my Personal Information. You don't get to say Privacy is Dead and then use it to trade for access to the Social Network. If Privacy is Dead , explain the Cannibal Cop Conviction in New York. They convicted him for violating a Federal Database - he illegally accessed data that was only available to Federal Government Employees with a certain access level.  They convicted him for *thinking about* Stalking and Killing a Woman. The expectation of Privacy we have is that the information stored in a Federal Database remains in the Federal Database and doesn't go leaking all over the world.  Privacy is an Illusion now more than ever. But certain Data should always remain secure and held Private when it is stored in a Federal Database. I have lived my life in the open on the Internet since 1994. I got my first Civilian Email address, on Yahoo, in 1995. I was part of Web

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.

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

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&