"In a democracy (‘rule by mob’), those who refuse to learn from history will be the majority and will dictate that everyone else suffer for their ignorance."
But I just might resist temptation. . . this time.
I’m tempted to take either a Linix Mint box with a fairly generous amount of RAM or a similarly-configured Win10 box and play VM games on ’em like I did several years ago when I installed a WinXP VM inside a Linux Mint box and then installed an Ubuntu VM inside the WinXP VM. Ju-u-u-st for fun.
I dunno. Maybe. Ju-u-u-st for fun. After all, I never did go more than two VMs deep. *heh*
May I dope slap someone for using “abit” to stand in for “a bit”? Please? Pretty please with sugar on top? Would it help my case if I told you the same folks used the adjective “backdoor” when they meant “back door”? Hmm?
[excessively polite mini-rant /off]
I frequently refer to “Hillary Clintoon” as The Queenie Cacklepants Cylon. “Queenie” cos it acts as though it were entitled to royal treatment and privileges. “Cacklepants” cos it cackles out its ass. “Cylon” because, well, evil android that cannot yet pass a Turing Test.
That is all.
Well, no. Also, remember: Never mess with a chipmunk’s nuts. (No reason. I just despaired of ever having the opportunity to insert that into a text in a context that fit it.)
While God long ago settled the blood sacrifice issue in His payment for our sins, the evil little “gremlins of handymannery” still exact bloody tribute, as my hands can attest.
That is all.
Touting the use of a password manager, a so-called “security quiz” stated,
“Trying to remember a multitude of different (secure) passwords can be really tough.”
Really? Well, I suppose that is true if one were a lobotomized gerbil. Designing memorable, seriously difficult to crack passwords is really very easy, but it does require a bit of thought and the development and practice of good security habits, so I suppose for 99.999% of people the statement stands.
Let me tell one and all just what pertinent info one would need to crack the current password for one of my casual use email accounts. All one needs to know are these things: my own, idiosyncratic, symbol substitution methodologies (plural, and circumstantial); exactly what the specials were on a particular day five decades ago in an eating establishment that has been out of business for three decade; how many of that item I ordered; what the price was.
There. Most password checker sites would give you several trillion years to crack a similarly-configured (same circumstance, different substitution methodology) password using some sort of massive array, supposing you didn’t have the clues I mentioned above (and could make sense of them).
And yet, for me to type out the 66-character password is easy-peasy.
Oh, and it’s due to be changed at the end of this month.
Remembering relatively secure passwords should not be difficult for any normal adult, but in the self-induced ADHD age, I suppose such things have become the new norm. *sigh*
I do enjoy mocking self-made idiots. It’s a personality flaw, and I am working on it.
It’s getting better.
*heh*
So Carson says he endorsed The Trumpery in exchange for a promise of a job in The Trumpery’s administration. (So much for Carson’s much-vaunted principles). The really cool thing is that such promises by a candidate are criminal, carrying either one or two-year sentences and fines.
“Whoever, being a candidate, directly or indirectly promises or pledges the appointment, or the use of his influence or support for the appointment of any person to any public or private position or employment, for the purpose of procuring support in his candidacy shall be fined under this title or imprisoned not more than one year, or both; and if the violation was willful, shall be fined under this title or imprisoned not more than two years, or both.”
I’d watch a “reality TV” show based on The Trumpery’s run for office from prison, a la Eugene V. Debs. Oh, it’ll not happen any more than the Queenie Cacklepants Cylon will be forced to run from prison where it belongs (because laws aren’t for them; laws are for the oppression of “the little people”).
Still, wouldn’t it be fun? And wouldn’t it be especially fun if the Queenie Cacklepants Cylon and The Trumpery were both running from prison? I’d never be able to buy enough popcorn and beer. . .
Yep. That’s what Speedtest.net reported on my connection via Mediacom cable. Problem with that is that the Speedtest site took two tries to load. Timed out after a minute, then too almost another minute to load. After that it was able to report what is shown above.
Wonky, eh? That’s Mediacom. It was much better before recent “improvements.” Of course.
. . .to be entertained by the pathetic behavior of some folks who have chosen The Way of Self-Enstupiation?
Sample: those folks who (apparently) cannot distinguish between accuracy in labeling, name-calling (which is actually, IMO, quite often appropriate when justifiably ridiculing someone who has drawn a target on their own back), and ad hominem fallacy. Those who lump these categories together indiscriminately rarely do so because of innate stupidity and laziness; no, it is usually because of hard-earned, willful stupidity and laziness that they do so.
Such folks may get one, two or three strikes from me, but quite soon my patience runs out and I begin giving them their due: guffaws and raucous ridicule, just about the only sort of criticism that can reach the self-enstupiated. Is such effective in ameliorating their behavior? No, not usually, but it does usually result in reactions that are just as stupid and intellectually lazy as the behavior that spurred the ridicule, and that’s amusing. Gives me more to mock.
Is that wrong? If so, I DGARA. It’s entertaining, and that’s about the best that can come from interactions with the self-enstupiated.
The responsible recreational smoker of marijuana will smoke with a plastic bag over his head and tied around his neck.
Thatisall.