by Carla Augustad
Greetings readers, and a great big thank-you to Cowgirl for letting me bunk up here while we are experiencing an undefined hiatus at LITW.
I choose to initiate myself by sharing some personal information with you so that you will have an idea of where I come from and what I care about.
I am a survivor of a childhood chained to a bunch of bratty boys that tormented me to no end. They spied on me, teased me, they read my diary. One time, they took that little diary and shared my private tween aged dreams and angst with anyone who would listen… Most of us in the neighborhood found out that I had “My First Bra” from a boy who grabbed it from a bag of groceries and waved it around up and down the street yelling that Carla had her first bra. The package really said “My First Bra”.
I was one of the 107 to contact Helena about the DPHHS hacking that occurredlast summer before there was any real news coverage of it. I was also a recipient of one of the letters sent from Oregon telling me that it is possible that my medical data could have been compromised. My Gmail account has been hacked so many times that I have begun to spam myself.
One email arrival last week began like this “It has come to our attention that an unauthorized outside party has obtained limited access to sensitive information stored on DateHookup.com.”… Nothing on its own could surpass
but I am not as calm as Vasili Arkhipov, and I know that stress is responsible for a large percentage of accidents, illnesses, and injuries not to mention “cortical inhibition”.
Readers, what is your story?