SECURITY RESEARCH AND DATA PRIVACY
Always Rambling on about Games and Security
I concluded Season One of this unusual emotional gaming drama and the authors created a brilliant environment pulling you into actually caring for a character and then dropping you into the ultimate dilemma of sacrificing that same character.
Titles as deep as this are few and far between but thoroughly enjoyable like a good book or fine wine.
IRL I’m getting some pesky weak web application attacks from 193.201.224.193
person: Bondarenko Viktor address: Ukraine, Kiev, Jilyanskaya street, 12 phone: +380684956523
Dear Viktor, please go away.
Woke up to City birds singing this morning, no traffic noise just nature reminding me that I’m alive and well.
Sometimes you just have to ask for help. I once heard it said that the Universe will conspire to help you when you get your head in the right space. Right now, I’ve created my space for healing, my space for removing doubt, pain and disappointment.
Today is a good day
I stand again in the “How the mighty have Fallen” category.
Having sidestepped adversity as a borderline miscreant, wondered through three marriages and fathered two beautiful daughters. I now find myself in a single room sharing with two random strangers.
This is my time for healing and solitude.
It’s a quiet Saturday morning and I have nothing, literally not a pot to my name. I walk into a 1-Euro store to sounds of “Turn, Turn, Turn” playing in the background.
God is trying to tell me something again
"Turn! Turn! Turn!" To everything - turn, turn, turn There is a season - turn, turn, turn And a time to every purpose under heaven A time to be born, a time to die A time to plant, a time to reap A time to kill, a time to heal A time to laugh, a time to weep To everything - turn, turn, turn There is a season - turn, turn, turn And a time to every purpose under heaven A time to build up, a time to break down A time to dance, a time to mourn A time to cast away stones A time to gather stones together To everything - turn, turn, turn There is a season - turn, turn, turn And a time to every purpose under heaven A time of love, a time of hate A time of war, a time of peace A time you may embrace A time to refrain from embracing To everything - turn, turn, turn There is a season - turn, turn, turn And a time to every purpose under heaven A time to gain, a time to lose A time to rend, a time to sew A time for love, a time for hate A time for peace, I swear it's not too late!
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