How much danger am I in?

Shoe Prime - *thump*

Rampant Experimentationalism

Crying woof again?

Update?

Wholly Shucking Fit!

Who shivs a git?

Wreckless Endangerment

Ain't no accountin' for nothin'

Guess

When The Compass Needle Spins

Itchy Fingers

My mistake

Another Country Heard From

Persistence of Vision

Life Goes On

Happy Valentine's Day!

Geek out in a Moonage Daydream

Minutiae

Very well, thank you

Here ya go...

All quite on the eastern front?

Spaaace Maadnessss

Nihilism gets a bad rap

This watch has better specs...

Somewhere Between Philly and Delaware

Abject Scumbaggery

Allah Ist Gut

Happy labor day morons (warning adult language?)!

Resumption of Fission

In the beginning was the end

What time izzit?

Shut Down

What now?

Slurryarhystic Billow

Escape

Extraordinary Rendition

Ayah!

Keep Your Sense of Humor

All the world a stage

Handy, man

Noam, say it ain't so!

The view from the zoo

What I did with some friends these past 33 months.

Mobile was the future...

Xin nian kuai le!

What you are seeing does not exist

What now?

Happy 4th of July, mass-murdering maniacs! Why no blog(s) you ask? O, reasons numerous. First, who is this you that asks that question? Few if any, methinks. I had me day, maybe a decade ago, when blogs were rarer and writers somewhat less trollish. Today the sphere is crowded and I have evidently ceased to amuse. No whining, observation; I gots the logs, after all. Second, I'm working on a book. Not that one, a new one, that one's actually pretty much done, this one's still outliny. Maybe sellable, who knows. More so'n the last one prolly, CompSec's a hot subject ATM. Conveniently one of my bailiwicks, currently overflowing with gibberish I'll correct. Read one of the free novels here, you might get the impression I'd like to make a off my writing; maybe I should stop diluting the brand. Third, plenty of stuff for me to read, for the book, for fun, for shock effect. RWN is generally depressing, but it's depressing in such a funny way! Counter Punch is rather the opposite. Often funny on the surface, sad when you really look at the lies beneath. Hedges, Scheer, Chomsky, they're all crankin it out faster'n'I can hope to. Though I have been known to turn a phrase or two. And you might also note a slight discrepancy in truth value between the wings. Extremely depressing to a conservative, that the right wing has gone off an intellectual cliff into the land of lala, stuffing its collective fingers in ears. Well fine, fourth I'm geekin out. Birthday's passed since last I wrote here, maybe a little mortality reminder. Merkins are gettin gunned down in the streets at a rate for which the NRA could be truly proud, iff they had any idea what was real. If I gotta die I wanna die amused, technology sure can be amusing. Regardless I've got a half dozen SBCs and counting and uncountable Androids. That's a pic of the new Max. Unicore haproxy balancing dual octacore lighttpds serving you python in a super secret way. Quite well-documented actually, just not by me. I'd go on about the DB cluster and zabbix and ganglia and mpicc et ceteryaya but I'm just baitin here, naw? New book's about the impossibility of computer security. Yeah, I gave up on ethics, what with my NRAish, reaganphile and denialist co-workers, and all the rest of us. The fact is all it really needs is an editor. Not to mention... not mentioning.


Mass murderer? Mois? You noted I didn't specify you, therefore yes, me too. We live in a country (there I go assuming again, tell me if I'm wrong) with over 800 military bases scattered around the world, that spends more money on 'defense' than the next X countries combined, that drones random EKIAs at a rate of... no joke Jake, we're stone cold killers. If a few wacked out goons wanna shoot down a church, a special-ed center or a gay nightclub, whatevs. The body-count won't approach what we pony up daily for our 'freedoms'. Read, militaryindustrialacademicorporatisystem. O yeah, proud to be a Merkin. WTF am I doin here? I can't be the only expat living in Illinois, can I? Smedley Butler's good, Chalmers Johnson's great, the fact that they're dead gives some hope I can still out write 'em. Digression: point? Iff we're not out screamin in the streets this moment then we are complicit. Some time ago I went out screamin in da streets o' New Yoik. What came of that? Bushy boy still killed Iraqis by the hundreds of thousands, creating ISIS and joy to the world. Don't think I'll go out screamin no more. I'm a mercenary of course, make a donation and tell me where to be and hells yeah I'll show up. But you might say my heart's not in it anymore.

Nor in gettin a job at a financial institution evidently. Perhaps it will happen eventually, I drive down to Bloomington from time to time to see what I can see but so far they don't want me. Mercenary movin. Live every day as if it were your last. I'm guessin I'm happier here than I would be there. But they might actually be slightly less murderous than we are here. Have you any idea what we do?