F*** off, I’m not lazy I’m Myasthenic

I finally killed off my three hunters to claim the Ridgeway Chest piece.  Goodness knows what I’ll do with it but at least the deed is done.  You probably won’t hear much from myasthenics around the world as we manage our stress levels and look to side step the pandemic.

The Openness trait is a formidable shield if somebody upsets me I tell them if someone impresses me I tell them. Of course, some people just can’t “handle the truth”. The operational intensive and pressure on back-office IT folk is an attractive and risky endeavour that repulses and attracts me at the same time.

Anyhow, I’m standing strong right now albeit staggered by occasional stress triggering a daytime sleep fest.

Running out of COVID wall counters – Tom Clancy’s The Division 2

Power-On Self-Test

Business and Personal life continuity in our new lockdown era ramps up the criticality of pings.

Cut off anyone’s internet access and with seconds that are flapping around like a fish in the floor. Within minutes their brain will implode and after an hour irreversible brain damage will kick in. Well, a slight exaggeration but you get me point.

Over 90% of our service requires an internet connection and it much cheaper now.
So with these old vulnerabilities in plain view why craft up new malware and exploits. Just reuse the classics, this Christmas, for example, we may see the same threats resurfacing. Privacy is so 2018 as many “bend the knee” to be tracked to “protect” society.

If you really want to socially distance yourself and isolate simply kill your WiFi, job done. No constant stream of toxic global pandemic news sending your brain into panic and disbelief but no entertainment [Sad Face?].

Time to dig up all DVDs or maybe actually talk to the person you live with…if you are lucky enough to co-habit.

Anyhow, my Internet Diet of 24-hours is over and I’m back online uploading this article.

Poor old UK Government has no idea what to do next