A message to a childhood icon…
Rick Martin, I used to pretend I was you while playing hockey as a kid. You we’re one of my heroes in all things Hockey. You’ll be remembered.
Rick Martin, I used to pretend I was you while playing hockey as a kid. You we’re one of my heroes in all things Hockey. You’ll be remembered.
If you’re not entirely clueless…you already know I am a computer & electronics security hobbyist. On the side, I help people clean up their messy machines, and when they pay the bill on time, they also enjoy a ton of extra information in the way of best practices.
Usually before the end of their first session with me, they are either already convinced I’m some sort of hacker, or suspect it on some level, and because I like to keep my options open and would very much prefer not to have Big Brother’s Hot Poker waving in my direction, I would very much like to clarify.
A long time ago in a galaxy far far away. I was exposed to the Hacker movement. Not the silliness that involved bragging rights on who got unlimited ratios on the best BBS’. The real stuff. I learned about both sides of the coin and by the time “The Hacker Crackdown” was written, everything in that book was sort of common knowledge in these circles. At the time, the tools of the trade were quite dependent on a level of trust whereby people weren’t publishing technical manuals or social engineering mechanisms for fame or money, it was only done to expose the rift in security…not to cause harm. It was like a game. The digital underground strikes a server and leaves a glaring banner on it usually claiming credit for exposing illegal or amoral activities on part of the company involved.
The technical side never really appealed to me, as I saw how harmful sitting in front of a computer all the time was to getting some relationships, but I loved the social engineering end. In addition, I loved all the jazzy words that were almost a secret code because they were used properly only by people with a clue, those words are now more or less the foundation catch phrases for a media sorely lacking in the fundamental knowledge some of us older geeks would consider necessary to even consider credibility in the Author. Anyhow, this is my hat. Please…by all means…pick one up for yourself.
So here it is. My favorite White Hat. I know…funny eh?
Like I said…if you like it, please buy one. Half the proceeds will go to hookers and donuts me, and the other half will go to some good cause I haven’t honestly decided on yet. (Probably a local outreach/employment program).
Thanks for the Bandwidth! …and yes. One of my favorite movies is Sneakers 😉
-Tony
by Anberlin on Never Take Friendship Personal
The song that made me start listening to them. It’s old to me now, but I like listening to it because it’s not the Anberlin you get on top 40. 😉 As always, the music’s meaning means something completely different then…but now it’s about absent friends, and how the complaints of violins become my only friends.
When your only friends are hotel rooms
Hands are distant lullabies
If I could turn around I would tonight
These roads never seemed so long
Since your paper heart stopped beating leaving me suddenly alone
Will daybreak ever come?
Who’s gonna call on Sunday morning?
Who’s gonna drive you home?
I just want one more chance
To put my arms in fragile hands
I thought you said forever
Over and over
A sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion
These thoughts run through my head
Over and over
Complaints of violins become my only friends
August evenings
Bring solemn warnings
To remember to kiss the ones you love goodnight
You never know what temporal days may bring
Laugh, love, live free and sing
When life is in discord
Praise ye the lord
Who’s gonna call on Sunday morning?
Who’s gonna drive you home?
I just want one more chance
To put my arms in fragile hands
I thought you said forever
Over and over
The sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion
These thoughts run through my head
Over and over
Complaints of violins become my only friends
I thought you said forever
Over and over
The sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion
These thoughts run through my head
Over and over
Complaints of violins become my only friends
I thought you said forever
Over and over
These thoughts run through my head
Congressional majorities come and go , but sanctimony lasts forever.
Look, in my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you, the right person is still going to think the sun shines out your ass. That’s the kind of person that’s worth sticking with.
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