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Face Time Fiasco

    Hey, everyone. The other day, Carley and I had an interesting time with her I-Phone 5S. ( Silver, 16 Gig) It is a rather involved mess so I'll try to make it coherent.
     It began with me asking her if she wanted me to put a sticker over her rear-facing camera. It had come to my attention that certain hackers with funny initials could remotely turn on your camera and take photos of the owner. In fact, I talked to a blogger who had his picture taken in this way, then placed as the screensaver for his PC. Would that freak you out? Yeah...
    Carley said that she would like the sticker on the lense and I put it there. She immediately got a warning notice on her phone that her face time feature was disabled. The funny thing was that I had the feature disabled since day one, when she bought the phone. We have never made a face time call and I don't know anyone who uses the feature. So I went back over to the settings and checked on the switch again. It had been turned back on. Fascinating. I turned it back off.
    Over the next few weeks her phone acted crazy. It would pop up an occasional message that her face time was disabled. Then it gave her a message from her phone service, replying to a request of hers that had never been made. Now, the controls are so sensitive that when she talks, her cheek hits all sort of switches that does things she doesn't want done. Perhaps since no one can watch through face time anymore, they had to turn up the volume or heighten the screen sensitivity. Sharing is caring, I suppose. Ha, ha.
     Like I've said in previous privacy posts, privacy is an illusion, an opt out placebo for the modern man.
    The drone stuff is going crazy, isn't it? I saw where a school in Denmark is using a drone to monitor tests for cheating. I live in the country, somewhat, but I wonder how long it will be before we begin to see drones in our skies. The problem, however, is the ones that we don't see. Hey, you don't think that lady cardinal could have been...
    Excuse me, I have to walk to the woods and retrieve the body of that bird that crashed into my bedroom window.
     Good day. I'm CE Wills.
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