Killerbyte: the cover

I've had to shrink it remarkably to have it fit in here. For a better picture check out the blog on Myspace








































I'm also loving my publisher, Rebel e publishers.

sometimes you just need to have a rant...

Some of you know I have my cover. The rest of you will find out in due course .

Now on to other matters.

Yesterday was a fucn shite day. It really was. The dead were playing silly games and annoying the hell out of me. But I was having difficulty seeing the wood for the trees. Took my very wise neighbor to point out a few things for me to stop and look around. Well, in this case it involved music, AC DC were at that moment blaring from across the road.
Ah, I thought, my brother.
My mouse wheel refused to work. It wouldn't let me access my menu (I operate everything from my mouse wheel - so was totally lost for a bit there), it refused to scroll. My god that was annoying.
Ah, Jonni. Or more accurately - Jonni-you-dick leave my computer alone!
So that just left one.
I looked at my cover and there he was. Or there was our means of communication in the form of a yahoo chat window.

Once I acknowledged the general oddness and the ways they seemed to chose to say hi, everything returned to normal.

This morning with the help of Squealers therapist we may have got to the bottom of her most recent refusal to take medication. It happened on Tuesday morning. Just bang, like that. On Monday after school I had to ask her if she wanted to call Chris's mother (yes her) and thank her for her birthday present. Squealer said NO. When asked why, she said because she is mean to Joshy.
Fair enough.
We asked her to write a note instead.
From that point on everything turned to custard. She was miserable all afternoon. And the next day she refused ALL medication. Same on Wednesday. And Thursday. Today I got her to use her inhaler and take an antihistamine. (Which will at least keep her out of the emergency room!)

Therapist thinks this is no coincidence and that Squealer is refusing medication because she thinks if she goes back to how she was no-one will want her. More importantly the Battle barge will stop making comments about how Grandparents have rights and Squealer should meet them etc etc.
So for the next few days we need to try and convince Squealer that is NOT going to happen. It's a hard ask considering what has happened to her nephew instigated by one of his grandparents. She knows that sometimes courts fuck up and give access when they shouldn't and it just adds to her anxiety. Especially as the battle barge has had the temerity to suggest she'd get a lawyer and get access that way, in the past.
(Cold day in hell, springs to mind)
If we can't calm her down and convince her that she will be okay and no-one can make her talk to or see these people, then her therapist will step in on Monday and reinforce it.
It's crazy really, because there is no way we would EVER allow that woman near Squealer because Squealer can't cope, we know that. She's not a regular ten year old. She's dancing somewhere on the autism spectrum, while two-stepping with ADD and several medical conditions that mean she will not be out of my care for many years to come. She is safe. She just looks around and sees what has happened to Dex (her nephew), and applies it to herself, as children do. It's highly unfair that this bullshit has caused her to attempt to control things the only way she knows how... via her refusal to take medicine. I'm hoping by Monday we can give her something else to control so that she can let the medicine thing go. (and take it!!!)

What's even more unfair is that everything was going so well. She had an awesome birthday and has been so much fun over the last few months and then this... fucn old bat is doing to our child what she did to her own son.
She cannot be allowed to have contact any more, it's too much for Squealer. God knows it's been too much for Chris all his life! Luckily I'm tougher than both of them, and can make the decision in the best interest of our child without feeling at all guilty. And without feeling the need to explain it or defend it to the old bat.

Tomorrow, Michelle and I are going out. We're going to the carnival bright and early. Should be fun. Not taking children - they just whine about wanting stuff. Not taking men... similar reason. Although they don't so much whine as walk about with long faces looking disinterested. (Sometimes that's worse)

Almost time to go to school. I shall go pick up the little darling and see what sort of day she had today. No doubt she'll be full of beans and herself... won't bode well for Breezy. She hasn't had a great week, cos Squealer is off her meds. Which means Breezy gets hurt. She get's hit, pushed, shoved... and the Squealer has no idea, she thinks she 'just touched' her. But if you try to 'touch' the Squealer in a similar way she screams blue murder (way over the top) and accuses us of hitting, shoving, pushing etc. In fact she does that if you bump her by accident when she is not on her meds. It drives me up the freaking wall.

As you can tell I'm really looking forward to picking her up.

A question: Does anyone know of any good sites that review e-books?

I've found some, but want more. Yes I know that's greedy - but my cover rocks.. did I mention that already?

be good ya'hear.

the decomp...

Yesterday I noticed an unusually funky smell in the kitchen. I knew I recognized it, but just in case, I blamed the rubbish bin in the laundry... so when darling beloved arrived home and he too smelt it. He removed the rubbish bag to the shed. (to await collection on Thursday morning)

Now the smell stayed.

I systematically went through all the cupboards. But I knew it wasn't anything in a cupboard. I chose to live in hope.

I cleaned the fridge.

I checked inside the oven, just in case I had somehow managed to leave a hunk of uncooked meat in there. (no!)

After dinner - after the kids were in bed - the smell got worse.

I got darling beloved downstairs to haul the oven out from between the benches.
How does so much crap get down between the oven and the benches? I mean really, how? I'm so damned careful not to spill things, I just don't get it.
Anyway - apart from mouse poop behind the oven there was nothing in a state of decomposition that could even remotely explain the particular funky smell. I knew it was coming from the back of the oven itself.

I cleaned the outside of the oven, darling beloved pulled the oven drawer out... no sign of anything dead. (or alive) I scrubbed the floor under the oven.

It became very apparent that the smell was coming from behind one of the low vents in the back of the oven.
Darling beloved announced he wasn't about to rip the back off the oven in the middle of the night...

Guess what?

The smell hasn't gone away. I've had the doors and windows open all day - it was coldish today so that wasn't too bad. (Heat would've made the whole experience more pungent)
While the kitchen already stunk I decided to clean the oven interior... something I like to put off as long as possible due to the fumes involved in oven cleaner. after nearly gassing myself twice on the oven cleaner crap I am declaring the interior 'good enough'. Of course then I had to turn the oven on to burn off the rest of the cleaner. For a few minutes the caustic smell of oven cleaner over-powered the decomp.

AND then, some retard from a few streets away decided to burn plastic in his incinerator. I'd like to shove him in the incinerator and see how hot I can get the fire! What a freaking idiot. As if we needed any more fumes! Get a clue asshole, you just ruined my washing that was hanging on the line!

Luckily Breezy was outside and next door almost all day - so was spared the oven cleaning and the decomp. And The neighbors yard didn't fill with the rancid burning plastic smell like ours did. (he has bigger trees on the fence line that seemed to stop it)or maybe Breezy is closer to the ground and that stink only gets us taller people?

What a fun day of interesting yet funky (not in a good way) smells. Wonder why I have a headache? lol

I can hardly wait for darling beloved to get home and fix this once and for all. I know he's looking forward to it. :)

Hope you all had awesome days!

Last night I wrote my acknowledgment page... it felt like an Oscar speech. I also sent a pic of me to my publisher. It's not a bad pic, considering. It will go up on their site along with my cover, when we get the cover. (I can't wait)

Good morning star shine...

If you don't see the joy in tie-dying (and fabric ink), and knitting, today's blog is probably not for you! :)

Son the younger asked me yesterday if I could knit him an alpaca jersey. He'd purchased an alpaca vest from the Cuba Street Carnival on Saturday night and is keen for a jersey version. (Sweater for you Americans)
For the last six years, every time I've offered to make him something he's politely declined. Usually with a, "No thanks, Mum."
Seems he's growing up and seeing the merit in having a mother who can do these things. (His friends are often telling him how lucky he is, because I bake and sew etc.)

He used to love hand-knitted jerseys, he even used to choose the wool and help design the jerseys. (He can knit, and every jersey made when he was in Primary school had a few rows knitted by our youngest son.)
My joy was obvious at the thought of knitting him a jersey! Now to locate Alpaca... of course the only wool shop in our town closed two years ago. Looks like I'll be using Trademe to find wool. (Like eBay but the NZ version)

Then... he asked if I could dye a white singlet for him. He wants it yellow for sports day tomorrow. I asked if it had to be plain... he said he didn't mind.
I don't know that he fully understands what will happen next! He's just given me the go-ahead to tie-dye one of his singlets! LOL
You'd think having a mother who wears tie-dyed jeans would make him sufficiently wary... but no!

Of course now I'm thinking... one singlet is a dreadful waste of a bucket of sunshine yellow dye. I think I'm going to have to pop into town and scrounge around the sales looking for white jeans, and tee-shirts.
THEN - his girlfriend asked if I could help her dye a shirt red...

Is there no end to my joy?

So that's red and yellow - I cannot bring myself to waste such beautiful colors. I'm seeing multi-colored jeans... wouldn't they be fab for the looming dull days of winter??? (I've got orange ones, but they've also been painted. They have girl down one leg. And I have blue tie-dyed jeans. French Navy, which is a fabulous blue... I gave purple ones to a dear friend last night, who is thrilled with them. So I'm thinking there is room for a couple of pairs of brightly colored red/yellow/orange jeans. Because it would be a sin to waste the dye.)


Anyone need anything dyed?

What's tricky is stopping at the dye stage. I have fabric ink. I have many many colors, even silver. (And it really comes out silver) I love to paint. I did a bunch of tie-dyed shopping bags, and some of those I painted as well. Same with the girls tee-shirts. It's so much fun. (You can pick my kids when we're out, lol)

I shall endeavor to resist adding some painted art-work to Son-the-younger's shirt. Don't want him running scared now that he's finally asked me to make him stuff.


For now I must clean the mess left by the weekend birthday - the kitchen looks like a bomb went off and the girls bedroom is not far behind. Then it's off to town to gather white cotton things for the dye bucket!

Ah the fun of Mondays!

swimming home from school?

Just a quick look in, if I do manage to swim back from school safely with the youngest two of the tribe -I shall blog upon my return.

Yes, it's that wet here now. Our gumboots are too wet to wear for the return trip - they take forever to dry out once the inside gets wet.

We shall make like ducks and paddle to school to collect the almost-ten-year-old.
On a positive note - I've baked and decorated her birthday cake - and made cupcakes. I truly rock as a mother today. :)

Will fill you all in on the rest of our wet day later...

Well what do you know? We made it home.

And I've since made both lolly cake and chocolate cherry fudge cake. Funnily enough all this baking is making me hungry. Think I'll do homemade burgers for dinner. Nutritious and fun.
And tomorrow I shall endeavor to remember to have breakfast!

Now back to our joyful WET day.
It started well - apart from the bucketing rain. Breezy and I dragged ourselves home from school this morning. (My jeans were so wet they were threatening to slide off...no amount of hitching them up did any good. I was just glad of a decent length coat!)
A few minutes after we'd ditched wet clothes for dry the phone rang. Was a friend keen on discussing some changes I was looking at for Mac's partial chapter. (I know the talk of Mac and Ellie make little sense to anyone yet -but it will. It will. Once KILLERBYTE comes out, all will be revealed!)
So anyway - I asked a couple or four male friends to look over this particular scene and offer suggestions. I was all over the board on this, I tossed in a truck driver, a nurse, a Macgyver type, an office worker. Looking for different angles.

One - the sweetest guy ever and a dear friend, said "If he gets much more "manly", it would get phony like most of Chuck Norris' roles." Bless him!! he also gave me some very good tips and pointed out a few things that were most helpful. And yes, I listened and yes I implemented the suggestions. (Thank you, Richard.)

Two - close friend who is also a writer, and someone I've worked closely with over the last eight or nine months, helping him hone his craft. He added his two cents worth. Very helpful, and yeah it worked. (Thanks Eric)

Three - a discussion with my neighbor about Mac and his views on how Mac shapes up. Most entertaining. He is also of the opinion that Mac is man enough. (I really enjoy our conversations, Kane.)

Four - Thrusting seven pages of text at my hubby and saying, "What do you think?" LOL. He hasn't read the book. (Two of the above have) Hubby couldn't find anything wrong with Mac. He even managed to glean what was happening prior to the pages he read, and announced he hates the term "Sweets" thinks it sounds creepy. (Thanks honey!)

So armed with some good information I made a few adjustments to Mac. Hopefully he is a stronger person because of it.

That was fun. Hearing how guys view Mac was interesting and enjoyable.

I managed to bake, clean, edit, have coffee/tea with my neighbor twice, and pick up the child from school. I'm quite impressed with myself at this point. :)

Now, let's hope tomorrow goes well, and the invited children arrive for the party. - If not - there is going to be a hell of lot of left-overs! (Family dinner on Sunday, so I can probably feed the high-sugar content food to the grand-kids!!)

Someone is in a filthy freaking mood... oh that would be me!

Today simply sucked. I don't really know why, but it did and still does.

Maybe it's something in the air.

Yesterday I battled a moronic courier to get a parcel delivered. I had to go to the head of the company and demand the little freak deliver it immediately... he did and was surly with it. I suspect small male parts to go along with the huge chip on his little shoulder. (Got a feeling he can't get a girlfriend and is not self-aware enough to realize his attitude is PART of the reason)
lucky for him I didn't open the parcel until he left. It was a large dagger. It has wolves on the scabbard and is totally cool. (Was a gift from my best friend, who saw it and could not resist it! so she purchased the dagger and had it couriered right to me.)

As for today... nothing seems to be right for long.

Breezy is driving me up the wall. She needs to STOP talking, whining, grizzling, and annoying me and just go and play by herself for awhile. Mummy has had enough.

I found a few things that I hadn't explained properly in Killerbyte, so hopefully the additional sentences I added will explain how blood evidence is transported.
I also picked up a screw-up on my part early on, when dealing with blood evidence and corrected that.
Don't use plastic containers for blood, it encourages the growth of microorganisms.

I've read and re-read Mac's partial chapter; and I'll be buggered if I can find anything wrong with it. It's how he is. (or was) Chris read it and concurred, "It's Mac."
I've flipped the seven pages to a friend in Colorado (who tells me his Dad was a Virginian), he's going to have a look at it for me. Also have sent the pages to a Australian friend, who lived in the US for a few years. And there is my trusty neighbor, I'll ask him to have a wee read of them tonight.
I'll get some male opinions on Mac and see what comes of it.

Meanwhile my general annoyance rises.

Tomorrow will be spent baking, and probably all day. Squealer's party is on Saturday and the cake needs baking, along with cupcakes and treats (of little nutritional value, lol). I really should pop up to the Stupidmarket and get lollies etc. It will make tomorrow easier.
Breezy will be helping me bake... let's hope she is in a better mood. (I guess that goes for us both!!)

A mountain of laundry awaits. I shall take my leave and fold laundry until dinner time.

Which famous criminologist said "Every contact leaves a trace."

It's an easy one... lol

The deleting of Mac's Myspace account

Due to sheer stupidity and utter lies... I have deleted Mac's myspace account.

Myspaz informed me this morning that his site had been phished. What fucn bollocks.
Of course when I tried to change his password - there was no way to make the new passwords match. So I had them delete the account.
I simply cannot be bothered spending all fucn day trying to fix something that wasn't broken to start with.

Mac may re-appear at a later date. Or not. Not sure if he needs a page of his own. Maybe I'll combine him and Ellie. (Seems to work for another couple we know)

That's presuming I can get into Ellie's account. Haven't tried hers yet.

This morning I edited eighty pages, under a hundred to go now! Yay.

I stopped when Word crashed and took that as a sign I should be cleaning before the visit from "the weird people" tomorrow. I don't know if they're weird or not, but Breezy is saying she doesn't like weird people and they shouldn't be coming for dinner - I'll let you know... the biggest worry is that it will be a male clone of the wicked bitch of the north (AKA the battle barge). The wicked bitch has been stirring shite and trying to cause trouble all weekend. Guess that means I need to sharpen the pins in the Voo Doo doll.(maybe get bigger pins)

None of us know how the male coming for dinner is related to Chris - just that he is. And Chris hasn't seen him since he was 18. So there is no hope of him recognizing this person at all. I didn't know the wicked bitch had any relatives apart from one sister -who lives in Hamilton. So imagine my surprise to find out someone was over from the UK and we were expected to see them.

Of course now Chris is in trouble for inviting them for dinner - cos the wicked bitch has never been here. (her choice, she was invited often enough but always refused .. now she's twisting things and telling outright lies about never being invited and never seeing her grand daughters because we have kept them from her, oh what fun!)

It's a nasty situation. Poor Chris was accused (via text) last night of trying to impress these random strangers who are coming for dinner by the wicked bitch.

I just hope the toilet is clean when they arrive.

I'm cooking a roast of some description (saving lamb for when James comes over from Adelaide, because I just know he's going to one day soon!! -so it will be piggy or beef.) and I shall purchase a pavlova. I'm not exerting any effort here at all. Don't know these people from Adam and I suspect I don't want too. They will have been thoroughly poisoned by the wicked bitch. (hee hee hee, she's going to look like a liar and well. quite the idiot after all the things she has said... lol)

Will have to have K on stand by... if it gets too much I'll pop over the balcony railing and hide at his place, with my Merlot!

You think I'm drinking white wine? I don't think so! Chris is going to get some white (it all tastes like fly spray to me) for himself and the guests... I'll have my Merlot. So will the gravy of whatever animal I roast.

Miss Squealer is going to be 10 (double figures!!!) on Sunday. She's having a party on Saturday, her best friend is sleeping over. On Sunday her siblings will gather for dinner and cake. Should be a fun weekend.
This weekend just gone she got all new clothes and shoes. It's all about Squealer all the time at the moment!

I cooked vege soup today -I can smell it simmering away. It's almost autumn and a rainy day - just the ticket!!

Ellie talks about the art of manly behavior.

The reign of chivalry... or the art of manly behavior!

This post is from SA Ellie Conway not me. (Although funnily enough we share very similar views on such things!) Let me hand this over to her...

Thanks Cat, I'll try not to rant for too long.

Is the art of manly behavior a forgotten art?

I know I carry a sidearm an' all, - and am quite certain that my slim five-foot-seven frame is as intimidating as hell. But does that mean no man will ever open a door for me? Does it?
Would it have really caused the dork at Subway great harm to have held the flipping door for two seconds?

I doubt it.

Let me point out something, woman like doors to be held for them, and you know what, men quite like it too. Good manners cost nothing. It's not cool to be rude. So get it together and start acting like you belong in the human race. It's not okay to be self-centered and inconsiderate. I bet your mother didn't raise you like that!

ah that's better...

Which reminds me;

I've heard this a lot... woman wanting to feel protected but not necessarily be protected. And I get it. I really do. Sometimes we need to know no one can get to us, and that someone is willing to step up and make sure that is so.
Chivalry may well be fading, and let's face it I don't need anyone to fight my battles for me... but it's nice to know someone wants too and is capable of doing so.

Okay in my case it's a little different, I admit that. Most people go out of their way to be polite, and most do it before they've even seen the badge or gun! lol,
Mac tells me it's got a lot to do with being a blue eyed blonde - ha ha
ha.
I think it has more to do with the evil glint in my eyes.

I know with Mac... I never have to worry - not on his watch- no one is going
to cause me harm, not ever... but at the same time he knows to let me
deal with stuff myself.

That can be dangerous... not the dealing with it myself thing... but the knowing he's there to "save" me... It's almost like having a license to behave badly, especially if out at a bar and in one of those moods that sees me drinking Te-kill-ya and wearing that cowboy hat!
I've seen him blanch to almost pure white (not bad for someone with a good mix of Cherokee and black Irish blood), when he's been waiting for me to get ready to go out, and I've appeared wearing cowboy boots and my hat. It's like advance notice that the night is going off the rails and he can either come along for the ride
or stay home and hide. (he would never stay home!) He's been known to
frisk me and remove my weapon before letting me out the door. - and
fair enough too.

Having witnessed first hand how the rest of our team reacts to any sort of threat, to anyone of us, not just me... I'm thinking that at least in my very sheltered (at times) corner of the world... manners, chivalry, and manly behavior are alive and well.

Did I not explain manly behavior?

It's not the ability to belch the national anthem, or hunt, nor farting like
an Olympic champion. It's all about being happy in your own skin and treating people how you want to be treated. Knowing your limits and living to them. Its not being afraid to reach for the stars and most definitely supporting partners and children as they fulfill their dreams. It's making those around you feel secure and loved no matter what. It is not controlling those around you, it's walking beside them and letting them breathe.

And it's not reliant on how much money you make or how many cars you own or how flash they are, or how big your TV set is. - Many an asshole has owned big fancy cars and had a huge TV, it didn't make them better people. (Owning the biggest remote doesn't make you a man either. The bigger everything is the more I wonder what men like that are hiding or compensating for.)

Think on that.

Okay spiel over, as you were... resume your normal activities.

Thanks for letting me use your blog, Cat!

Introducing SA Ellie Conway

I spent sometime trying to decide how to introduce Ellie to you all. It's not as easy as one would think.
Special Agent Ellie Conway is the main character in Killerbyte. She has her own MySpace page. People think she's real. To me she is. (she's also scary)

I've pilfered a few things from her blog - yes she has one.

Twenty things about SA Ellie Conway;

1. I love my job.

2. I used to run a chat room called Cobwebs.

3. I collect death threats like other people collect stamps.

4. My favorite phrase is "That dog won't hunt."

5. My life is like a train wreck, no one wants to look but they just can't help it.

6. I am amused by the strangest things. (usually stuff that makes other people puke)

7. I stepped on a decomp in a dumpster. (That's a smell you can never get rid of)

8. There was a dead guy in my shower.

9. There were two headless bodies shoved in trunks of cars I drove.

10. I am the figment of someones imagination.

11. I hate getting called out in the middle of cold, wet, and windy nights.

12. My favorite place is Rock Creek park, its where I do my best thinking.

13. I'm sick to death of people hitting me in the freaking head! Quit it! May as well just shoot me - I don't wanna end up a dribbling idiot.

14. I'm so over Unsubs with an axe to grind... I should re-phrase that... I'm over Unsubs who think they are making a point - or a statement about society. Hello... you're sick fucks and the only statement you should be worrying about is the one that'll get that needle shoved in your arm.

15. I hate honey. Seriously, I hate it. It's gross.

16. Mac writes awesome poetry, and is my favorite poet.

17. The song that I love most at the moment is, And she was...Talking Heads.

18. I love the smell of two-stroke and fresh mud.

19. There are people I miss. - But my aim has improved...(There are people I wish I had the chance to miss. )

20. My team rocks.

No doubt we'll hear more from Ellie at a later date. Feel free to friend her over on MySpace though, she's mostly friendly.

a little stalking before bed...

When you think about it stalking is not that much different to investigating. Until it gets creepy and weird, and you find shines dedicated to yourself in someones basement. (So don't do that, I don't like it.)

Knowing how to conduct an investigation is a handy skill to have. Every now and then, for both fun and to keep my skills in working order I go looking for someone. Usually not a random person, but someone I've met and lost touch with. Or met and not got around to asking for whatever information I decide I require. It's not random, and I always know what my intention is at the get go.

Tonight for example, I wanted to find a cell phone number. Not just a land line. (oh no that would've been too easy and taken only a few minutes.) As it happens the whole exercise only took me about five minutes. Talk about easy to locate.
Mostly it hinges on knowing the correct spelling of the persons name. The more you know about the person the easier it is to get the information, because you have more avenues to explore.
So anyway -it was simple exercise that ended in a cell phone text chat, and all is well.

Sometimes it's not so easy. Say for example a character needs to locate someone presumed dead. (For ease let's say this person was American)
There is this wonderful thing called the Social Security death index. Here's a link.

This can be time consuming and is easier the more information you have, obviously. But if they're dead they'll be in the register.

Here is my actual investigation check list with extra questions for missing persons cases. (Yes it's a real list - I got an 'A+' while studying for my PI license with this list when I did this particular investigation paper.) I have removed client questions, as we're not concerned with the client but the subject of the investigation.


• Subject family name [surname] Check spelling.
• First names. List all given names. Check spelling.
• Name commonly known by.
• Date of birth.
• Current age in years.
• Marriage details: spouses or significant other - maiden name, full name, DOB.
• Residential address.
• Name of employer/business name.
• Employment address.
• Nationality. [race]
• Native language.
• Languages spoken.
• Does the subject speak fluent English?
• Skin color.
• Height.
• Build. [small, medium, heavy]
• Weight.
• Eye color.
• Hair color.
• Hairstyle.
• Jewelry.
• Usual form of dress. [suit, jeans, skirt, slacks, dress etc]
• Sexual preference/tendencies. [heterosexual, homosexual, lesbian]
• Recent photo of subject. Get as many as possible.
• Glasses or contacts worn?
• Do the contacts change eye color?
• Are glasses worn always or only for reading or driving?
• Sunglasses, are they worn habitually?
• Facial appearance- moustache, teeth, beard etc.
• Visible distinguishing marks-birthmarks, scars etc not covered by clothing.
• Visible tattoos-obtain full description. Where was tattoo done and who by?
• Drinker?
• Smoker? [Brand, preferred type, where usually purchased.]
• Make model color year of vehicle and license number.
• Does the subject own a mobile phone?
• Name and address of boyfriend or girlfriend. [full names and contact details, vehicles driven etc, place of employment.]
• Special friends. [Full names and contact details, vehicles driven, place of employment.]
• Former spouses or partners.
• Enemies.

Additional questions. [esp. relevant to missing person investigations]
• Places subject visits regularly. [Bars, libraries, places of interest to the subject, stores that hold particular appeal; bookstores, specialty stores, supermarkets used etc. A particular park etc]
• Bank accounts held by subject.
• Does subject have credit cards, eftpos card, and checking account?
• Passport, passport number if known.
• Any medical condition that requires on going medication?
• If so which pharmacy is used most frequently?
• Doctor, lawyers, barrister, dentist’s names.
• Does subject wear a medic alert bracelet?
• Does subject have criminal record?
• Any court orders or warrants pertaining to subject?
• Family members. [Children; names, ages, schools, full description. Parents etc. of subject.]
• Does subject use MSN messenger, Yahoo, ICQ, Paltalk, GCN, or any other internet based messenger service? Include social networking sites. (MySpace, facebook, Bebo, etc)
• All known email addresses for subject.
• All known nicknames used on internet. [screen names]
• Does subject frequent any chat rooms regularly?
• Communicate regularly with anyone over the internet? [or by regular mail, phone]
• Does subject use cyber cafes?
• Anything out of character said or done recently?
• Place subject last scene, time, date, health [including mental state] of subject.
• How was subject behaving? [calm, relaxed, normal self, happy, agitated, upset, angry etc]
• Does subject use recreational drugs? [marijuana etc]
• Has subject gone missing before? Details!
• Memberships. [Clubs, organizations, professional associations.]

Answer the questions and you'll find the person or at least someone who knows something about the person!

Computers, dead DVD and CD drives!

I now have Billy Ray Cyrus stuck in my CD drive. He could be there awhile, hope he's comfy. He seemed fine before the drive died.

I think this is the push I needed to replace both the CD and DVD drives. I got stuck with the old DVD drive from hubby's PC when he got a nice new one... his one works, mine never has!

Thank goodness for flash drives. I decided not to worry about rescuing Billy for now and load music to the laptop then drop it on my flash drive and transfer it to my desktop. Hmmm, I suspect that will annoy me shortly.

Hubby tells me I can get a new DVD rewritable CD drive thingy for $80 from work. Would be better just having the one drive. I'll think about it.

Having a Bon Jovi morning,(nothing new there), have created an awesome play list.

Yesterday I handed a copy of Terrorbyte to my neighbor to read. this could be interesting. He enjoyed Killerbyte, so we'll see how the next one fares.

I opened my bookmark folder titled "Things I belong too" earlier. Man it's a big list. I'm going to have to cull. It's not possible to keep up with everything. Bad enough keeping up with all the email from various lists on various email accounts. There needs to be three of me. One to write, one to blog and market, and one to take care of the kids!

I need to find away of linking to this blog from MySpace... preferably in a manner that won't cause MySpace to block the link and accuse me of having lice.

Right back to work.