Cy-Jack

Sometimes, we're just not as secure as we should be.  Fine, we're female and "genderly predisposed". What. Ever.  We cannot help it we are trusting, gentle souls - blame our Mama's.  We were faced recently with a "terrible thing" that we might have accidentally, in a moment of trust, brought upon our ownselves.  We allowed an access to our personal computing device, only to realize too late that that idea was of the very bad variety.  Very. Terribly. Horribly. Bad.  You had permission to do one thing, and one thing only.  Note to self:  Add "that which communicates in a binary fashion" to the "That Which the Free World Cannot See" list, along with certain body parts....like, toes.

Cy-Jack (Sigh-Jack):

Using someone’s computer without their express written permission and a fully executed waiver of responsibility.  Having access to their email, twitter, IM, blog and facebook statuses and any related content archives or sent e-mails. The abilty to single-handedly wreck their world, social life and career simultaneously.

Kinda like if you were to find out someone read your diary, after going through your purse, using your hairbrush and your toothbrush, while wearing your underwear (the good lacey black ones, you have been saving for Mr. Makes Your Heart Flutter, if you can find him). On live feed.

Unless we gave you express written consent to rifle through our stuff, "No Means No" and you just technologically violated us.  Unless you decided to wreak havoc on our "myspace", that impact would be, minimal at this juncture.