Diary of a Wolfeman

So any of you out there who have been paying attention to the other side of ‘The Pond’ know that England is awash in CCTV cameras, watching millions of people all the time. What you may not know is that those cameras, which were purchased and installed by the Government in an effort to abate crime, well, it turns out those cameras are hardly ever watched.

At all. Over 4 million of the little buggers, and only one in a thousand or so actually gets watched in any meaningful way. So, what’s a country to do with all this built-in surveillance?

Why, they should launch a Reality-TV spinoff out of it, of course!

Internet Eyes is the brainchild of three gents who want the people who run the cameras to pay £20 a month to have those cameras uploaded to a game server. Game players will then log in and watch the CCTV feeds, hoping to spot a crime in progress. If they see one, they then report it and the operator of the camera can investigate. Players who help catch the most criminals each month will win cash prizes up to £1,000.

So the first question that comes to my mind (which was also mentioned in the article): what’s to stop criminals from signing up as players, and using all of that juicy surveillance footage to case out a target?

“Oi, look! That’s old Bisby’s store on the feed! There’s the man ‘imself, too! Wait, what’s this? He’s pulling a painting off the wall…and look! There’s ‘is safe!”

Brilliant!

So if you read this, you probably already know what I did this weekend.

Back in August, I convinced Tolerant to come stay at my place for a couple of weeks just to see what living together would be like (and to see if she could really put up with my shit day after day). She grabbed a duffel bag and came over in early September.

About a week in to the experiment, she got a letter from her landlord saying they were going to raise the rent $300 a month.

You read that right: Three. Hundred. Dollars. A. Month.

Needless to say, she wanted to tell them to shove it someplace painful. Being the nice girl she is, however, she just gave them 30-days notice and started packing her stuff. After some deliberation, she decided to accept my invitation and we spent last weekend moving most of her house to my house.

This is where it helps to have friends, lemmetellya.

Thanks go out to Illyana, The Fop, Crystal, The Princess and Bender for helping lug stuff up and down stairs at both ends of the move!

The cats aren’t quite sure what to do with all the new furniture here – Zoe is taking it mostly in stride, but Trouble is bouncing off of everything like it’s his own personal Parcourse.

Me, I’m liking things. We’ll see in a couple weeks if Tolerant doesn’t end up strangling me :)