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So you think you’ve been hacked

As an individual, where do you turn if you think you’ve been breached and your antivirus software tells you nothing?

Your Internet Service providers? Your bank?
Your email provider?
The techie friend of a friend who can find a job in the industry?
Your insurance company?
Your IT department at work?

…or your friendly neighbourhood CISSP® – Certified Information Systems Security Professional.

Generally, though, it’s down to you and Google to figure it out.

Take your life offline if you get hacked.

In the meantime, you stumble around telling friends you’ve been hacked or that your tech is crap.

Naturally, social media is a massive help to find out if someone else has the same problem.  In my experience, the emotional pressure is one of the biggest issues.  Feelings of WTF and “why are they doing this to me” cloud your judgement and objectivity.

Don’t be a victim, be a warrior. Hellblade: Senua’s Sacrifice
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Bills (57), Money (-3) and Work (47)

Right now, I’m swimming in the “get out of debt” river.  This has added nothing but daily stress to my existence but this is largely my own doing.  I used to check my phones over 100 times a day for incoming messages, social media and alerts.  And for a long time, I used people and Loved shiny gadgets and Things.

At the end of a credit line, there is nothing but forced change.

Watch your back on the way down

My minimalist trait has kicked in and I’ve ditched over 80% of my personal possession.  I’ll be gearing up for Winter properly this time but only going for things I need rather than things I want.

No extra men left and time running out….pressure is on.

No medication today, No aches or pains, No throat infection

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Work it Out

A pure upbeat and optimistic rhythm. Given all the crap I’m handling, this is a perfect theme tune for the long weekend.

I’m faced with various degrees of bad and worst decisions as opposed to my normal tactical good or better choices.  I’ve allowed external influences to box me into corners with sheer cliff edges and can only blame myself.

In the meantime, I’m limping like a lame duck with crippling pain in my left lower calf muscles, a physical memory of reaching the Alpl 14, 8671 Alpl, Austria summit last week.

Try not to upset the pile

On the upside, one of my mentees just secured a full-time job.  Feels good to be part of someone’s happiness.

Come, my selector.

“We gonna work it out” Breakwater 1978

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Love dependency

Any addiction is usually not a good thing.  I’ve always known that I’m actually addicted to being in Love.

The problem, like all addiction, is that going cold turkey is painfully and long lasting.  I woke up this morning still in Love but unable to contact the object of my passion.

I need a fix badly.

Wondering around the snow covered mountains in Horizon Zero Dawn brought some comfort and I discovered a few interesting side missions while harvesting 2 nice collectibles.  The view up here is tranquil and exhilarating coming down on the zip wire.

I wanted to call her this morning to beg for one more chance but pride stopped me.  I don’t believe I deserve another chance.  Maybe it’s just better to let her go rather than risk causing more damage and destroying the good memories.

All data including pictures are now safely archived.

I can’t get the Manhattans 1976 track out of my head

Many months have passed us by
I'm gonna miss you I can't lie
I've got ties and so do you
I just think this is the thing to do
It's gonna hurt me I can't lie
Maybe you'll meet another guy
Understand me won't you try, try, try
Let's just kiss and say goodbye

 

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I am faking it?

Celebrities get caught on this from time to time and it’s seriously hilarious and sometimes criminal.

You’re in a conference and don’t realize the microphone is broadcasting so you talk freely.  In my case, my phone was on in my pocket so I naturally talked freely about my nearest and dearest.

Tragically, it’s was the root cause of the end of a relationship.  It took 15 mins of loose talk to destroy something that took months to build up.  Losing everything I have for talking carelessly is a  life changing moment, especially considering I usually move cautiously.  Of course, I could blame the technology but was my heart in the right place?

I am sincere or just another two faced liar?  A fraud, a fake….

Your own voice recorded back to you cannot be disputed or defended.  Like your phone records, logs or the millions of data you generated every day.

Right now I feel like a low life so time to go back into my bunker.

P.S. she DELETED me