Meet and fuck credit
Also note that 1), some of these tools are kind of complicated if you aren’t tech savvy; and 2), many require 2-way encryption to work (so both you and the person you’re communicating with would have to have it installed).
It is an immediately intimate experience and the audience realizes they will be much closer to these characters on the impending emotional ride than they thought. White and Dianna Stark plays out the non-chronological story of the fall of a punk rock garage band before it even begins to rise.
Already there is a tenseness between characters in the opening scene as one band member accidentally breaks another's guitar.
You might not care about all three, but you’ll probably care about one: 1. Look at the Living Social breach as an example: 50 million people’s names, emails, birthdates, and encrypted passwords gone in one hack. The company misuses it in a way you didn’t expect or intend, that violates your privacy, or that makes you uncomfortable. Privacy laws certainly need an overhaul, but regulation isn’t an immediate solution for the everyday Internet user.
Facebook is a champion of this kind of misuse by constantly changing its privacy policies and eroding default protections. For more in-depth guides, we recommend the Electronic Frontier Foundation’s Surveillance Self Defense site and
Please spread the word to the people you know that privacy invasions are a big deal.
And realize that powerful web services like Facebook offer zero protection.Staying more private means keeping your data out of the hands of the private companies that feed the government.Once the private sector collects personal data, three main things can happen to it. Whether you’re concerned with 1, 2, or 3, the results are the same and the solution for consumers is the same: use tools and best practices to avoid private companies from ever getting your data in the first place.We’re actually optimistic that people will have privacy 5 years from now than they do today.Adopt the mindset of only giving out the personal data that you absolutely must—for example, at checkout or when signing up for an online account—to significantly reduce your digital footprint. Just as one bad actor can induce a privacy scare, one good actor – like Edward Snowden, or you – can take the necessary steps to reduce your exposure and strengthen your sense of privacy.I am one of millions of Telstra customers who foolishly believed “You get what you pay for” when it comes to Telstra services. Which is totally fucking useless because it doesn’t let me ring or text back. Fuck You Telstra for ruining my night out and making my husband think I was dead.After all, they’ve spent years trying to convince us punters that their offering is superior to any other and that we must pay a savage premium to enjoy it. And it cost him fifty cents when a tin can and a bit of string would have been more useful at this point. Businesses lose money, people can’t get through to their loved ones, plans go awry, I personally know one person who was stuck on the side of the road with a broken down car. You owe me hours in lost conversation and frustration.Throughout the next couple scenes the play goes full Tarantino style as moments from various points in the band's existence play out without any true sense of order, but it is easy enough to keep up with the flow if one pays attention to the dialogue.The characters we meet are drummer Cassandra (Kisky Holwerda), guitarist and bandleader CAGE (Preston Mulligan), bassist Lee (Russell Sperberg), and second guitarist and songwriter Simon (Quinn Wise). I can think of only one other industry where putting something in the wrong hole is acceptable. Benny the Uber dude smells nice and he looks like he knows where he is going. As far as he knows Benny the nice smelling Uber dude has poked my chopped remains down a drain hole and driven off. Earlier this year Telstra suffered a massive network outage which they blamed on ONE GUY putting a plug into the wrong hole. How the hell do they not have measures in place for this kind of monumental fuck up? Last Thursday night when Telstra had it’s second outage this year I got to experience again what it was like to be back in 1985. I leave a meeting in South Melbourne to get into the city where I will meet a friend I met on a plane a few months earlier. I call The Husband who cautions me not to be hacked up into little bits on the way to the dinner where he will later meet me. I use the Telstra phone to find my friend (who has flown in from Canada) using google maps. The Husband spends the next few hours imagining me hacked up in tiny pieces as the last time he heard from me I was in an Uber.