SECURITY RESEARCH AND DATA PRIVACY
Always Rambling on about Games and Security
a condition causing abnormal weakness of certain muscles.
It’s kinda worrying when a health workers turns up to your house after you’ve called medical services for a C-19 test.
I’m not panicking yet as at least this way I will know either way why I feel so bad over the past few days. Is it Myasthenia gravis kicking my ass again or something else?
Like many Brits by birth, I’ve become accustomed to my democratic privacy. I enjoy free movement across borders without much hassle.
Since a kid, I’ve been fascinated with Chinese culture so it’s actually awesome to be finally going there as 40+ years later. It becomes apparent at the Visa application stage how controlling the authorities are and this is made worst with media coverage of official spyware install by immigration…WTF and I have to pay for the privilege of a Visa. Having an assumption of my privacy rights does not help my situation and so my anxiety level rise and hello Mr Myasthenia.
…but essentially, I’ll be offline as much as possible.
I have no freaking idea what I’m getting into but hey, it’s just another level.
It’s been over eight years since I last played HEAVY RAIN™, my PS3 failed for some unknown technical reason and I never finished the game. No saved game back-up, no real motivation to play the game again…until now.
Thanks to PS Plus the game is now free for subscribers and the 30GB+ game now sits nicely on my drive ready to go.
Lately, my fatigue has been getting deeper and longer, I think I’m worrying too much about things out of my control and procrastinating on the core things I need to do. Twinned with growing work, business accountabilities and calendar pressure I find myself in a terrible state of self-care; I’m clearly not in a good place.
A Black Man in the UK can easily feel hunted and cornered. Now in my early 50’s I feel like a survivor having dodged a few “Hulk” moments but I realise it’s not so easy for many of my brethren out there.
This made me stop, think and give Thanks
It’s been over a year since my last tooth extraction. It took two burly male dentists to get those sucker teeth out of my head. Leading up to the operation the pain was so bad I couldn’t think or walk properly. I cried daily to myself.
The memory pain faded pretty fast as I pushed it deep in the past…but sometimes it’s good to remember the pain, learn from the pain.
You ruined my life and I hate myself for allowing it to happen, I failed with blunt indecision but not anymore. Rationalisation comes with plenty of unintended consequences, no more playground fun, no more “why” questions and it’s all so quiet now.
I’ve started on a new study path that will take me 6 to 8 months to complete. After that, it’ll be academically satisfied for till 2020.
No meds today, no pain today