User:Stevie Shaw

I am old school :-) and had the good fortune of being a rather bored data entry UI designer (COBOL)! in the late seventies. Firstly, there were no women who coded for a living and given the era, I had to make sure my work was beyond reproach, that the dirty ashtrays and coffee cups were not my purview, and earned respect by drinking every tech (jointly and severally) under a succession of tables ... A stick figure graphic with ten entry fields - we were just emerging from keypunch - required a thousand lines of code. Those lines took hours to compile, and those hours were best in the closest proximity to sweaty pints of ale with shots oqwhiskey (yes, I lived in a time before designer shots were conceived). We spent much of our imbibing time deriding the rumors about "personal computers". By the mid eighties I was living in Seattle, working for an insane young man who greatly resembled Alfred E Newman back then. No one knew who Microsoft was (if they did if was usually in connection to our dubious acquisition of D. We were designing application software for $10,000 PC's, there were less than two thousand of us, we were wild. rich, and young. I drifted away from geekdom, went through R&D and ultimately became VP of Marketing for the first company that thought it might be useful to digitize maps and RF signals under Loran C and put little machines into the dashboard of EMT, Fire, Police ... cell phones were the size of phone books back then and cost a quarter of a million to install everything.

And I am here tonight because I am sharing my bandwith, CPU. voice, MMS with a clever and malevolent force. No matter how much new hardware I bring in, name changes, email accounts, this creep is making it very personal. I'll open up my picture folder (the one I thought I hid. and find over 500 chilling photos of the view from inside my PC, tablet, wireless....I have lots of logs and data dumps. i am disabled, 54, living alone, and no one believes me...I actually know how he does what he does and I don't believe me. In the old days, code was kept under lock and key. I would hate to go back in time but I have had no luck finding out who to talk to when someone goes rogue. I have lost a great deal. I cannot think of anything I haven't tried, so I hope someone here can. Cheers!