Host is on someone else's computer and you can escape being busted. Sure, these nine photos are down now, but an innocent kid took the rap for it. That is what criminals accomplish by going through other computers. They avoid detection and someone else falls.
But what's really being overlooked is how this kid and his attorney ultimately had to prove him innocent. Whatever happened to innocent until proven guilty?
We are also guaranteed the right to keep and bear arms in the same constitution. We are guaranteed the right to not have our homes invaded, that there will be no cruel and unusual punishment, etc.. Yet the government violates these every day.
I read both sites because I like the different articles on each. But lately many of the same articles are on both. I suspect people are seeing articles there and submitting them here. I'd like to see variety again.
I may be flamed for this, but I'm noticing more and more of the articles here were first posted on Digg by several days. This article is a popular one over there.
At absolute best, a customer should not get more than half back, and that's being generous. What disincentive is there to keep information safe if someone else will pay for your lack of concern? If someone steals your info, that person should go to jail. But the bank should not be responsible for it unless the thief is one of its own employees.
The customer opens the e-mail, falls for the scam, and wants someone else to pay. Let it be the cost of a lesson learned. It's already something that banks will reimburse money you claim you didn't spend, but to pay for your stupidity?
Of course they can walk around in relative anonymity. Even Robin Williams can go around without being hounded. There is so much to see and do in SF, and if you think that these guys are anything to attract attention, you clearly have never been to the city.
When I used to OL-RP in games friends and I made, it was an escape for me, a way to get away from my "real" life and go on adventures, to create who I wanted to be and the life I wanted. For so long I lived for the game, and when I wasn't at the computer, I got antsy and was worried about what was happening. During the course of the game, a few of us started to co-write a story with our characters, alternating chapters, in which anything could happen, even someone else killing your character in this story. It was heart-breaking when one particular character, Imlain, died, and we all felt loss and were pretty pissed at Nae for killing him. He was killed saving "me" and in the RPG he was killed doing something else. The sense of guilt at this person/Elf dying to save "me" was horrible.
I don't know whether it's more appropriate to say that Arareiél became a part of me, or whether I became a part of her, but for aw hile it was hard to tell the difference. In many ways, my character helped me cope with some tough situations in life, and I felt myself trying to act IRL as she would, and it kept me calm.
This is one point at which it ceases to be just a game. another is in how we actually formed what felt like genuine emotional connections with the characters we made. They were very, very real to us all. It was difficult sometimes to remember that the characters weren't truly real people. And this is interesting and very relevent in today's online world. In the course of our play, we created characters so complex we got to know them better for a while than we got to know each other. Their backgrounds, likes, dislikes, etc., and it brings to mind just how easy it would be to completely create an online persona different from yourself in every way. Imlain was played by a woman, yet was a very gentle male character who could be aggressive when need be. How do any of us know that the person we've known online only is really that person? Excepting in-person meetings and friendships, we have little way to tell. Maybe everyone online is just a game, and we are all participants.
It's a fantasy that becomes a distorted reality. And I find myself eager to sink back into it with WoW to resurrect the old friend/alter self I miss so much.
Point being kids aren't being raised to be truthful. They're being raised to find ways to circumnavigate rules, then to push the blame off on to someone else when caught. I wouldn't mind my own children using these services, but would want them to tell and I'd do what is neccesary so that they can, whatever the site needs for parental consent. Would you really want to put your 10yo or 11yo in charge of deciding when it's okay to break a rule when his/her sense of right and wrong is still in development? You may have coe out all right, as I did, but a lot of kids these days, more than when we were kids, are growing up accustomed to being allowed to break rules left and right and to blame others.
Parents, all you have to do to to get out of parenting and monitoring the child YOU created is to tell Xanga/MySpace/etc. that they have to do it for you! What fun! No longer do you have to actually watch your own children! And it's only a matter of time before they'll even have to change your infant child's diapers and potty train for you!! Because you, as a parent, should have to take NO responsibility for parenting!!!
Damned parents. Learn to watch your children closer and to take responsibility for raising them. If you aren't raising your children to be ethical people, ones truthful about their ages who won't go where they know they shouldn't, that's your problem. I know it's hard work, but it can be done. If you aren't ready to take the responsibility, don't have kids. And if you already chose to, don't bitch about it. You made your choice.
The title given to this section is misleading. My ID was stolen when I was 18, and I've lived the last seven years of my life as the victim of ID theft. Business information is not selling identities. Selling my driver's license number, social, etc., would be.
Although annoying, truthfully this guy isn't doing anything wrong and it seems he's compiling a database of business contact information accessible via a paid subscription or by adding business contact info. Only if he allowed personal or home information would this be wrong.
I always get this odd sens eo fpride at how much goes on in my own back yard, and it reminds me of part of the reason I love living in Silicon Valley and the Bay Area.
Heh, it's one thing to converse in text, and quite another in the company of an actual person not hidden behind a monitor somewhere. I also hate to keep long-term conversation online and prefer to meet soon. I'm not any more afraid to meet up with someone at a coffee shop that I'd be of talking to someone at that coffee shop I never knew existed before.
I don't seem to find many single tech guys in this area who are even interested in relationships. Those who I have found seem to have no interests that don't involve technology, like movies, wine, hiking, etc..
As for relationships, they've tended to be pretty long. My first was over five years, my second just shy of three. My most recent is my shortest at about six months. My most recent is also the one I felt the most potential, and still do, odd as that may seem.
For me, it matters not whether I'm dropping someone off, picking someone up, or going somewhere myself, I've just always loved planes. And, maybe, when I am at an airport, when I wonder where all the travellers are going or from where they are coming, I sometimes imagine myself going as well.
Yet I am the one openly admitting to knowing practically all there is to knpw about sex toys because my sex life is so pathetic. Wait, pathetic implies that I have one.
In the end, who really cares? As long as no one I know actually reads this anyway!
Me too! I LOVE airports! Don't know why, but I always have.
My bags were checked once because in the ex-ray, a small stack of books appaently appeared to be the right size and shape to he a kilo of cocaine. The searched my bag, then STILL swabbed it to make sure there was no drug residue.
A couple per month? How about several in one bag? I'd have more fun with you than you'd have with me. I've always been the type to arrive about four hours early, back when an hour was suggested. You'd be one of those stick-up-the-ass handlers I'd enjoy!
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Host is on someone else's computer and you can escape being busted. Sure, these nine photos are down now, but an innocent kid took the rap for it. That is what criminals accomplish by going through other computers. They avoid detection and someone else falls. But what's really being overlooked is how this kid and his attorney ultimately had to prove him innocent. Whatever happened to innocent until proven guilty?
...then the owners would have had the contestants sign liability releases.
...before leaving the hospital. I foresee this happening in the next 20 years, if not sooner.
We are also guaranteed the right to keep and bear arms in the same constitution. We are guaranteed the right to not have our homes invaded, that there will be no cruel and unusual punishment, etc.. Yet the government violates these every day.
I read both sites because I like the different articles on each. But lately many of the same articles are on both. I suspect people are seeing articles there and submitting them here. I'd like to see variety again.
I may be flamed for this, but I'm noticing more and more of the articles here were first posted on Digg by several days. This article is a popular one over there.
It's not like we can get rid of the bastard anyway.
At absolute best, a customer should not get more than half back, and that's being generous. What disincentive is there to keep information safe if someone else will pay for your lack of concern? If someone steals your info, that person should go to jail. But the bank should not be responsible for it unless the thief is one of its own employees.
The customer opens the e-mail, falls for the scam, and wants someone else to pay. Let it be the cost of a lesson learned. It's already something that banks will reimburse money you claim you didn't spend, but to pay for your stupidity?
I'm living in an area I love. Sorry if you guys live somewhere you hate. :) I've got a lot of pride in this area. It's somewhere worth bragging about.
Of course they can walk around in relative anonymity. Even Robin Williams can go around without being hounded. There is so much to see and do in SF, and if you think that these guys are anything to attract attention, you clearly have never been to the city.
When I used to OL-RP in games friends and I made, it was an escape for me, a way to get away from my "real" life and go on adventures, to create who I wanted to be and the life I wanted. For so long I lived for the game, and when I wasn't at the computer, I got antsy and was worried about what was happening. During the course of the game, a few of us started to co-write a story with our characters, alternating chapters, in which anything could happen, even someone else killing your character in this story. It was heart-breaking when one particular character, Imlain, died, and we all felt loss and were pretty pissed at Nae for killing him. He was killed saving "me" and in the RPG he was killed doing something else. The sense of guilt at this person/Elf dying to save "me" was horrible.
I don't know whether it's more appropriate to say that Arareiél became a part of me, or whether I became a part of her, but for aw hile it was hard to tell the difference. In many ways, my character helped me cope with some tough situations in life, and I felt myself trying to act IRL as she would, and it kept me calm.
This is one point at which it ceases to be just a game. another is in how we actually formed what felt like genuine emotional connections with the characters we made. They were very, very real to us all. It was difficult sometimes to remember that the characters weren't truly real people. And this is interesting and very relevent in today's online world. In the course of our play, we created characters so complex we got to know them better for a while than we got to know each other. Their backgrounds, likes, dislikes, etc., and it brings to mind just how easy it would be to completely create an online persona different from yourself in every way. Imlain was played by a woman, yet was a very gentle male character who could be aggressive when need be. How do any of us know that the person we've known online only is really that person? Excepting in-person meetings and friendships, we have little way to tell. Maybe everyone online is just a game, and we are all participants.
It's a fantasy that becomes a distorted reality. And I find myself eager to sink back into it with WoW to resurrect the old friend/alter self I miss so much.
Point being kids aren't being raised to be truthful. They're being raised to find ways to circumnavigate rules, then to push the blame off on to someone else when caught. I wouldn't mind my own children using these services, but would want them to tell and I'd do what is neccesary so that they can, whatever the site needs for parental consent. Would you really want to put your 10yo or 11yo in charge of deciding when it's okay to break a rule when his/her sense of right and wrong is still in development? You may have coe out all right, as I did, but a lot of kids these days, more than when we were kids, are growing up accustomed to being allowed to break rules left and right and to blame others.
Parents, all you have to do to to get out of parenting and monitoring the child YOU created is to tell Xanga/MySpace/etc. that they have to do it for you! What fun! No longer do you have to actually watch your own children! And it's only a matter of time before they'll even have to change your infant child's diapers and potty train for you!! Because you, as a parent, should have to take NO responsibility for parenting!!!
Damned parents. Learn to watch your children closer and to take responsibility for raising them. If you aren't raising your children to be ethical people, ones truthful about their ages who won't go where they know they shouldn't, that's your problem. I know it's hard work, but it can be done. If you aren't ready to take the responsibility, don't have kids. And if you already chose to, don't bitch about it. You made your choice.
The title given to this section is misleading. My ID was stolen when I was 18, and I've lived the last seven years of my life as the victim of ID theft. Business information is not selling identities. Selling my driver's license number, social, etc., would be.
Although annoying, truthfully this guy isn't doing anything wrong and it seems he's compiling a database of business contact information accessible via a paid subscription or by adding business contact info. Only if he allowed personal or home information would this be wrong.
I always get this odd sens eo fpride at how much goes on in my own back yard, and it reminds me of part of the reason I love living in Silicon Valley and the Bay Area.
*big grins*
Heh, it's one thing to converse in text, and quite another in the company of an actual person not hidden behind a monitor somewhere. I also hate to keep long-term conversation online and prefer to meet soon. I'm not any more afraid to meet up with someone at a coffee shop that I'd be of talking to someone at that coffee shop I never knew existed before.
I don't seem to find many single tech guys in this area who are even interested in relationships. Those who I have found seem to have no interests that don't involve technology, like movies, wine, hiking, etc..
As for relationships, they've tended to be pretty long. My first was over five years, my second just shy of three. My most recent is my shortest at about six months. My most recent is also the one I felt the most potential, and still do, odd as that may seem.
Excrutiatingly shy. I get hit on a lot, but even when I am attracted to someone, am too afraid to make it known.
LOL, way too true!
For me, it matters not whether I'm dropping someone off, picking someone up, or going somewhere myself, I've just always loved planes. And, maybe, when I am at an airport, when I wonder where all the travellers are going or from where they are coming, I sometimes imagine myself going as well.
The point is to cause embarassment. :)
Yet I am the one openly admitting to knowing practically all there is to knpw about sex toys because my sex life is so pathetic. Wait, pathetic implies that I have one.
In the end, who really cares? As long as no one I know actually reads this anyway!
Me too! I LOVE airports! Don't know why, but I always have.
My bags were checked once because in the ex-ray, a small stack of books appaently appeared to be the right size and shape to he a kilo of cocaine. The searched my bag, then STILL swabbed it to make sure there was no drug residue.
I like the idea of nesting bags!
Maybe not you, but someone else quite possibly. :)
A couple per month? How about several in one bag? I'd have more fun with you than you'd have with me. I've always been the type to arrive about four hours early, back when an hour was suggested. You'd be one of those stick-up-the-ass handlers I'd enjoy!