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Too Much? Where Do You Draw the Line?

Man Gets 10 Years for Hacking Email and Posting Nude Pics of Celebs (article to read)

Second Article (can be reached from a link in the above article)

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It would seem this young, 35, man managed to hack the email accounts of more than a couple of dozen celebrities, and then find (or take) some nude pics, as well as send some to a celeb website where they were made public.

Feel free to read the article and watch the video.  I think Scarlett Johansson is stunning; however, I also think she deserves her privacy.  I don’t know how he managed the pics from hacking the email accounts, but it doesn’t really matter.  He invaded their privacy.  People’s reactions were interesting.  Many said that the only reason he got any time was the fact that they were celebrities.  Hmm…  Other people were saying he got too much time as rape is often less than 10 years.   What do you think?

Personal opinion:  I imagine he did get it worse because they were celebrities.  You shouldn’t mess with famous people, especially women, and then ones with a lot of money.   Second, there were more than a dozen women involved.  One count of rape might get less than 10, but I bet 12 wouldn’t.

The thing that bothers me most is that if he can break into their emails, how safe is ours?  It brought the entire idea of computer security back up for me.  I try very hard to keep my stuff secure, just on general principles.  However, I do send emails to some people that I would prefer don’t get seen by the general public.  I am talking about simple things like giving someone an opinion that is just for them to know.  Also, like telling a secret to someone and not meaning to share it with the world.  If I have those, I imagine you have your own versions.  How would you feel if everything you emailed to anyone was put on Facebook for all to see?

This worries me more as IP numbers (that’s the ones that identify something on the Internet) are used on appliances, and other devices.  I have read that there are ways to hack into someone’s webcam and set it so that someone else is seeing or recording whatever the webcam is seeing.  That would go for hearing, too.  Think about the times you are just talking or walking around your house and pass near enough to your computer for the webcam to see or hear you.  Want that on Facebook?

A last thought.  IP  addresses are being hooked to appliances like refrigerators now.  That way if your refrigerator does a self-test and finds that something is going out, it can phone the repair man so he can call you to set up an appointment before it goes bad and you lose your stuff.  Also, they are going in ovens so that you can turn them on/off, set timers, check things with your phone.  Great…however, don’t you think that some middle school kid is gonna hack that refrigerator or stove and do things with them?  You could, conceivably, come home to find all your lights on, the stove burning supper, the heat is off in January, and the refrigerator is defrosting everything.

I guess, though I love technology, my reaction is very similar to Charlie Brown’s when he was asked how he would react if he had to relive his life exactly as before…yes, he screamed and ran out of the picture.  We need some changes, I think, before implementing all these changes.  As the old saying goes:  “Just because we can do something, doesn’t mean we should do something.

Let’s hear it.  What is your reaction to all of this?

Namaste,

Scott

Who Me? I’m Not Afraid!

Nope, not me, I never did THAT!

Yesterday, I talked about my work as a security guard in closing down a theft ring in our company.  There were other less important, but just as exciting jobs and circumstances that I  had to suffer through, deal with as a security guard.  In many ways it was one of my very favorite jobs.  However, there were times…

I began my duties on third shift.  We had 8 buildings to guard and 4 of them were empty during my shift; 7 of them empty on weekends.  So, a lot of the time, I was walking through totally empty (I hoped) buildings in the dark.  I had a flashlight and it was a good one, however, I did enjoy horror movies and stories.  Coupled with the dark and the circumstances…you get the idea.

Yeah, but minus the guy and all the lights!!!

One of our buildings was right next to a set of railroad tracks.  These tracks were well-used all through the night.  I didn’t mind the noise of the train.  Silence is often eerie and the train’s noises on the track and the whistles would break up that dreaded silence.  In fact, it got to the point, for me, that I blocked out the train’s noises nearly completely.  That, was a bad thing, it turned out.

This building was also extra dark.  Every single light was turned off inside when people were not there.  It was very nearly pitch dark.  You know, that type of darkness that seems to suck in the light; that type of darkness you often see on the horror movies.

Our main concern was checking for broken pipes or lights left on, things of that nature.  Sure, we were to check for theft and such, but a lot of that would be evident from tampering on the outside of the building or just inside the door (ie. noises).

Anyway, my duty on that round would be to punch in the detex watchclock (I carried a round timer in my hand.  I would go to a spot in the building that had a small key and I would turn it in the timer.  This would record what time I was at that station.).  There was really only one in this building, but we would always walk the inside perimeter just to make sure.

I was walking this route in the deep dark once night and the train went by.  As I have said, I almost didn’t hear it anymore.  I was on the far side of the building and the train’s vibrations shook a box of fasteners off the shelf.  The box of fasteners shattered the, otherwise, silent atmosphere of the building.  I managed not to wet myself, but, not knowing what the noise was, I hid behind a pallet of boxes and waited a good ten minutes before venturing out.  I found the broken box of fasteners, cleaned it up a bit, and figured out what had happened.

From that time onward, since I was supposed to be the only one in the building, I would walk in the door, close it, and scream at the top of my lungs, then listen for any other noise that might be someone else.

The closest I ever had to any real problems in that building was when checking the second floor once.  We had to check it out in the winter to make certain none of the pipes had burst.  The second floor consisted of old, unused office rooms with doors.  I remember opening one door and being hit in the face.  I grabbed my mace and sprayed the intruder, who turned out to be a pigeon or dove who had gotten stuck upstairs and was sitting on the door when I opened it.  It had dropped to the floor and I carried it outside.  For those of you who don’t know, mace, I guess, only works on this type of bird for about two minutes.  I had not completely gotten it to where I was going to let it go when it woke up and began flapping in my face!  It seemed about the size of a car at that moment, though it was not very huge at all.

Life as a security guard – what fun!

Namaste,

Scott

Special Agent – 00Vannatter

Okay, no private helicopter, no sniper rifle, not even a shoe with a phone in it, however, I did do some good work as a security guard for a downtown firm back in the day.

Here’s the scoop:

When I was in my 20s, I worked for a private company as a security guard.  The company had several buildings that had to be watched and we would drive around, do our work, and notice things.

One day while we were out, I noticed a couple of very nice boxes under the trash dumpster at the back of the building.  I was moving and needed some good boxes to use for packing.  Every box cut down on expenses, so, I wanted those three.

When I stopped and got out of the car, I went over to the boxes.  I grabbed one and tried to pick it up.  It must have weighed 50 pounds!  It certainly wasn’t the empty box I thought.  I hoped it was just junk and that I could empty it into the dumpster and take the boxes, so I opened them.  Inside one of the boxes was 50 smaller boxes of some type of bolt (a bolt is a combination of a flat-bottomed screw with a nut attached as a set).  They were brand new.  I didn’t know what to make of them, so I took one, left the other two, and headed over to my boss’s office.

When I arrived and showed them to him, he looked in amazement.  They were boxes of racing bolts, specially made to resist vibrations from the engine.  They were very expensive – I am thinking $50 a box and there were 150 small boxes total.  He told me to stop doing what I was doing and find a vantage point to watch the other two boxes.  He said he would sent someone to relieve me when my shift was over.

No, they didn’t really look much like these.

I planted myself under the Interstate about 100 feet or so from the dumpster and watched for a long time.  Eventually, my relief came and I went home.

The next day, all heck had broken loose.  Apparently, the 2nd shift guard had watched as a car drove up and two guys got out and picked up the two remaining boxes.  I guess there was a little commotion as there were supposed to be three boxes, but it happened anyway.

As it turned out, there was a custodian in the building who took the boxes and put them in with the trash, hauled them outside, separated them, and put them beside the dumpster.  Then, they were to be picked up later.  It seems that the people who took the boxes owned a race car or had a close friend or family member who did.

Not me…this guy gets paid, I think, to testify.

They were all arrested and I had to testify in court.  I had never done this before and was a bit nervous.  The prosecution questioned me, then up came the defense attorney.  He started by asking me where I worked.  I told him and he said, basically, that I mentioned I worked at an incorporated company.  He wanted to know how I could know this without seeing the official documents from the county or state.  I looked at him like he was weird and just said that it says, “Inc.” on every piece of paper the company gives me.  Then he asked me about the custodian.  He wanted to know how I could be sure the custodian actually worked for the company.  I looked at him again and said that I see him in the building most every day doing things a custodian does for the company.  He started again and the judge stopped him.  He was trying to discredit me and the judge was tired of it.

I am not certain what all actually happened as a result.  I believe the company got all the boxes returned; I believe the people involved were fired.  Other than that, I just felt good knowing I had done a good job for my company.

It was exciting!  Mustn’t leave that out!

Namaste,

Scott

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