Ask a Hipster — Advice you didn't know you needed
Big Screen — Movie commentary
Blurt — Music's inside track
Booze News — San Diego spirits
Classical Music — Immortal beauty
Classifieds — Free and easy
Close to Home — What it’s like on the street where you live
Cover Stories — Front-page features
Drinks All Around — Bartenders' drink recipes
Excerpts — Literary and spiritual excerpts
Feast! — Food & drink reviews
Feature Stories — Local news & stories
Fishing Report — What’s getting hooked from ship and shore
From the Archives — Spotlight on the past
Golden Dreams — Talk of the town
The Gonzo Report — Making the musical scene, or at least reporting from it
Letters — Our inbox
Movies@Home — Local movie buffs share favorites
Movie Reviews — Our critics' picks and pans
Musician Interviews — Up close with local artists
Neighborhood News from Stringers — Hyperlocal news
News Ticker — News & politics
Obermeyer — San Diego politics illustrated
Outdoors — Weekly changes in flora and fauna
Overheard in San Diego — Eavesdropping illustrated
Poetry — The old and the new
Reader Travel — Travel section built by travelers
Reading — The hunt for intellectuals
Roam-O-Rama — SoCal's best hiking/biking trails
San Diego Beer — Inside San Diego suds
SD on the QT — Almost factual news
Sheep and Goats — Places of worship
Special Issues — The best of
Street Style — San Diego streets have style
Surf Diego — Real stories from those braving the waves
Theater — On stage in San Diego this week
Tin Fork — Silver spoon alternative
Under the Radar — Matt Potter's undercover work
Unforgettable — Long-ago San Diego
Unreal Estate — San Diego's priciest pads
Your Week — Daily event picks
Watch Your Butts
I also abhor identity thieves. I don't look at what I'm doing as being an identity thief because the identity is 6 feet under. It's a gray line legally but I'm not worried. The FBI could watch me 24/7 365 a year. That can't just get a warrant to search someone's home I enter. If they find nothing, they're f***ed like Chuck. I know it and they know it. The people who get busted are the retards who carry around fake IDs. I don't. Legally, no merchant can ask me for ID when I hand over my Visa debit card from Wal-mart. If they refuse the sale based on no ID, I can have Visa investigate and possibly pull that card from that merchant. The merchant risks going out of business everytime ID is asked. Learning is fun. Learning how to use the system against itself is priceless. For everything else, there's Mastercard. ;-D— January 24, 2010 12:05 a.m.
Watch Your Butts
Kind of. You're right about the first part. However, we're both "dead" as far as the government is concerned. It's one dead guy's identity shared by two people. We both know how much he makes at his regular job. He has access to my money but I watch it closely. I trust him and he trusts me. We've been doing this every year since I won a $51,639.00 Powerball ticket shortly after my release from prison. I didn't want Uncle Sam to know about my business since I was still pissed at being incarcerated for 4 years for my crime. I had befriended a guy in prison who lived in Milwaukee. He was in prison for financial crimes due to trying to screw Wall Street. I learned ALOT while imprisoned. I have friends all over the world because of the contacts I made in prison. Some are serious blackhat hackers. Some are phreakers. Some are Wall Street wizards. One of the things I learned and found so fascinating was that no matter how secure a computer is, it's vulnerabilities are right there in front of you. It's ALL about breaking(hacking) the computer language(code). There isn't a computer on the planet that can't be hacked. It's so simple it's scary. ANYONE who creates a new computer code has to reveal it. It's like knowing where the Holy Grail is and not telling a soul. It CANNOT be done. I consider myself to be a blackguppie. A blackhat hacker is an anarchist bent on hacking every computer he or she can for pure sport. They use their smarts to hurt people and get greedy. Greed leads to jail. Everytime. That's a fact of life. I'm a script kiddie. I don't know enough to get into the Pentagon but I could find out your ISP in a few keystrokes while taking a beer s***. However, I won't do that. I hack for my own personal gain. I won't hack to settle a beef or for money. I'm learning more and more as time goes by and it's an interesting hobby. I'd also like to stay out of prison. The three laptops I use here in Cali are all based out of Chicago. In other words, I could be online on a computer here in Sandy Eggo and I've got my USB, modem and ISP set out of Chicago. The FBI can trace it if they knew the name it's registered under(they never will) but it traces back to Chicago. Theoretically, SD, I could use your PC to hack my way into Fort Knock. That's script kiddy. Easy skeezy. I don't really care to learn how to destroy companies because that's not my thing.— January 24, 2010 12:05 a.m.
Stuck In The Mud
LULZ! The very same thing happened to my GF's mother. She too had to have blood work and a cholesterol test. She too was told no alcohol. She had coffee and a slice of bacon. Had to go back a week later. I learned a long time ago, whenever going to a scheduled doctor's appointment, NEVER eat or drink anything after you wake up. I don't care how hungry you are. The aggravation just isn't worth it.— January 23, 2010 10:41 p.m.
Watch Your Butts
Uncle Sam gets his tax money from every paycheck that my friend gets and gets sales tax everytime we purchase something. However, the business I conduct on Wall Street far exceeds what he makes or is taken out of his checks. When the tax man comes to collect every year, lo and behold! They find out that the man is dead. New name for the next year and the process starts all over again. Totally untraceable because, as the saying goes, I don't piss in my pool. All my illegal business is conducted far away from my residence. I don't even keep my fake ID with me. No evidence of any crime and I refuse to testify, CASE DISMISSED!— January 23, 2010 10:17 p.m.
Watch Your Butts
Ok. Before I tell this to you all, I learned Hacking 101 via mail with a computer hacker who left state prison for federal prison shortly after my arrival. I sent my correspondence to him through the outside and him vice-versa. Legal loophole not too many prisoners are bright enough to figure out. EVERYTHING was coded. I've kept those codes and have recieved uncoded messages as well now that we're both free as birds. I'm not going to sit here and lie to you guys and tell you that I've played war games or intercepted the president's secret e-mails. In cyberspace I'm considered a blackguppie. I refuse to hack into anything will potentially harm this country or any of it's citizens. I'm at war with Uncle Sam only. It's a cat & mouse game that they will never win unless I f*** up and leave evidence. Remember, I've had 4 years to train. 4 years to think. 4 years to plan. 4 years to execute. Even if the computer that I type this out on is being watched, it doesn't matter. I don't use this computer. No evidence, no crime. That's the law. I've used the very laws that want to put me away to further my cause. Anyway, here's how it works-This hacker friend of mine knows about 1000x more things than I do. I'm a guppie in a sea of sharks. That's ok. I'm not planning to take over the world ala Unabomber. I have no manifesto. I'm just a pissed off taxpayer. He finds dead people's SS#s and sells them to the highest bidder. I don't agree with his politics but that's besides the point. I don't care about his business and he doesn't care about mine. Every tax season, I change ID. He finds them for me. Instead of paying him what he wants, we agree that he takes on a particular ID that we "share". He's got a full-time job. Been there since his release from prison in 2002. He hooks his boss up so he doesn't care. This ID becomes two people:Him and I. I'm here in Cali, he's in Chicago. He opens a bank account with this ID. Once this ID is established, I send him a picture and he makes two Illinois State IDs. One for him. One for me. I use my ID for my Wall Street transactions. He uses his for work. Taxes are taken out because Uncle Sam is clueless. When W-2s are handed out, he figures out how much in tax has been deducted and I give him 3/4s. If it's $2,000 a year taken out, I owe him $1,500. The reason I don't give him the full amount is because I hook him up with free cable and utilities through other mutual friends. In the meantime, this bank account is hooked up to a Wal-Mart debit card account. Two Wal-Mart Debit/Credit cards. Both in the same name. One to him. One to me. Perfectly legal because they're student cards. I could use my card here in Sandy Eggo at the exact same minute he uses his in Chicago and no red flags pop up.— January 23, 2010 10:17 p.m.
Every Tuesday...
I don't know whether to laugh or cry...— January 23, 2010 9:48 p.m.
Road Rage on Horseback
Something tells me this guy and his sons are Native Sandy Eggans. Midwesterners are taught to respect the trails. I don't ride bikes but I've done ALOT of boonin' and muddin' in my day and no matter how much I had to drink, I always made sure nobody was sharing the trail with me.— January 23, 2010 11:34 a.m.
Doodle 3
Honest and refreshing flagman! Loved it!— January 23, 2010 11:25 a.m.
a mediation on a Goddess and pic of the growth
LULZ! I wish I had. I wouldn't have to do the things I do...— January 23, 2010 10:48 a.m.
Watch Your Butts
Hey SD? Isn't it kind of hard to steal from a dead person? Just sayin...— January 23, 2010 10:46 a.m.