‘War’ Journal 2012, Day 30: A Stranger Knows You
… if you use the Net. No really. No joke.
And sorry, i said 5 pic posts and its only been 4 – I’ll throw one more up after this promise. I really need to get some crap off my chest though.
Other – When I was younger (as was the Net), I did my share of ‘hacking’. Crap stuff. A few bbs’es and a websites that didn’t know what ‘security’ meant. That sort of thing. Of course, back then the Net (c.1991) was tiny. barely a blip in everyday life unless you were “cutting edge” or “a hacker”.
Well fast forward 20 years – and its everywhere. Literally. Its in front of you, its on QR codes in magazines, its in your hand on your phone. Its well, every-fucking-where. And how can that be a bad thing right?
Well – lets try this, or this – these are security cameras. One is in a private residence, one is in a computer lab. Where? No idea – no do I care to know. The point is that these are cameras set up where the ‘security’ company didn’t bother to put any actual security in the camera (or block access) – they’re NOT hacked. I mean I know privacy is an illusion but goddamn – just blown into oblivion.
The other thing is people’s own stupidity in allowing things to be seen. Take for example this and this. These are photobucket accounts set up usually through your phone to post pictures on Facebook. Handy things they are – they allow you to take a picture and automatically post it on your Facebook page (if you wish). Of course, if you don’t; then they don’t get posted.
HOWEVER – they are still stored somewhere. Interesting, no?
So in our first example someone had a male stripper though at least their camera is such shit quality you almost can’t make it out. The second example has over 1000 goddamn pictures in it – if you scroll you can figure out what this person’s life is like (to a certain extent). Worse on page 63 she was a party for a male stripper.
Frankly, I don’t know these people and – again – don’t care. The problem is that I realize now that its not ‘big brother’ I’m worried about – its complete strangers who might stumble upon anything about me. Granted, its why I generally keep an extremely low public profile on the Net and its things like this the make me glad I do. However I feel like 99% of those who use The Net (or computers in general) – have the faintest INKLING as to what’s really going on. Even more so when I see people gladly post hundreds upon hundreds of pictures of their daily lives – damn, I don’t want to know what you had for fucking lunch.
So I continue to post away here as the last bastion of ‘pseudo-privacy’ on the net. However even I realize that it could take me exactly 3 searches to find who runs the blog and track everything else down about me from there. Which is exactly why you see no ads/no outs of this place. No outs = no ins (for the most part).
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Ok enough blabbering – update on fronts….
Work – the same. This wunderkind who is supposedly moving into town doesn’t sound to keen to join my team. Meh, fuck that. I’ve made do with shittier workers. SPeaking of which, the one who went loony tunes last fall actually trying to come back. She’s an okay work though pretty sure reliability will be a concern.
Play – Ok, fucked Double-Deuce on Sunday morning, The Hobbit on Sunday afternoon, and The Inker this morning. Yeah I know – fucking madman. Then on Saturday, when to the old club got seriously shit faced (which I’m SO gonna have to work on – last thing I need is another run-in with the po-po at this point) and met a dancer who lives in my own goddamn subdivision. Not very cute (cystic acne) but horny as hell. Got a number and we’ll see where THAT goes.
I’m SOOO going to hell at this point (if there was one).
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By Sum Dum Dik, February 2, 2012 @ 6:56 pm
I checked out the first webcam, and some old lady was having coffee whilst watching the TeeVee! OCH!!