A man washed up on a desert island after a ship wreck. The only other survivors were a sheep and a sheepdog.
The three of them got into the habit of going down to the beach every evening to watch the sunset.
One particular evening, the sky was a fiery red with beautiful cirrus clouds and the breeze was warm and gentle. It was a perfect night for romance. As they sat there, the sheep started looking better and better to the lonely man. Soon, he leaned over and put his arm around the sheep.
But the sheepdog, ever protective of the sheep, growled fiercely until the man backed away.
A few weeks passed by and, lo and behold, there was another shipwreck. The only survivor was Nancy Pelosi.
That evening, the man took Nancy to watch the sunset. It was another beautiful tropical evening-perfect for romance. Before long the man started to get "those feelings" again.
He fought the urges as long as he could, but he finally gave in, moved closer to Nancy and told her he hadn’t had sex for months.
Nancy batted her long, lovely eyelashes and asked if there was anything she could do to help.
Recently my credit card was stolen. My wife refused to call the bank because she said the thief was spending less money than I was!
Botnets are networks of virus-infected computers controlled remotely by an attacker. The Coreflood virus is a key-logging program that allows cyber thieves to steal personal and financial information by recording unsuspecting users’ every keystroke.
Botnet Operation Disabled
FBI Seizes Servers to Stop Cyber Fraud
Last week United States Department of Justice and the Federal Bureau of Investigation, released an announcement stating; they had taken down the CoreFlood bot-net. On the face of this announcement it sounds like good news. Federal indictments issued, server hardware confiscated and Internet domain names seized!
Fundamentally this is good news. However, the spot that has been known and functioning for 10 years now! My question; what took so long? This particular bot net was responsible for losses estimated in the millions of dollars. To read the complete report posted by the Federal Bureau of investigation see this link
On that website are instructions for you to follow to find out if you are part of the 2,336,542 computers were infected. And what you should do to prevent becoming part of a bot net in the future. Be safe online there are bad guys out there. And they don't care if you get hurt!
California state law that requires everybody who does business with citizens of my state, must notify us at any time may experience some form of computer intrusion that exposes our personal information in an unencrypted format. Recently I received two e-mails from companies reporting just such an incident. One from Disney Destinations, and the other from Brookstone.com.
Neither of these company's experienced an intrusion. They both use an outside company to send their e-mails. And that Corporation Epsilon, was hacked! Both companies informed me that the only personal information of mine that had been exposed was my name, and my e-mail address. And that I may experience a new influx of spam e-mail. They further warned me to ignore all e-mails from unknown origin. And to delete hemwithout opening them (thus avoiding a possible bot net virus infection).
Since then my junk mail folder has been filling up faster than usual. And for those of you, not fortunate enough to live under the protection of California State Law, I am pssing this information along for your consideration.
This week I achieved two, count 'em, two TRIUMPHANT EVENTS
A TRIUMPH OF THE SPIRIT
it may not seem much to you! But;
I spent all my life as an extremely self confident and highly gregarious extrovert. I have never been shy and speaking in front of a large audience is something I not only enjoy. But have actually sought out. At age 10 I bought a second hand guitar and taught myself to play. By age 13 I was playing in on stage in bars (had to lie about my age). And as a member of a rock band, composed of myself and 3 shipmates aboard the USS Parsons (DDG-33) where I performed on stage in front of thousands, all over the Western Pacific, I never once experienced STAGE FRIGHT...
So, on the face of what I am about to tell you, this mayn't seem such a big triumph. But after spending 4 years confined to a hospital bed, one of those years, paralyzed from the neck down. When I was finally able to bend my arm enough to reach up and scratch my nose, I called my wife into the room so I could show her what I was able to do. We celebrated that event. It was the first milestone in my recovery process.
This last Wednesday, after my physical and occupational therapy sessions at the San Diego VA hospital, I encountered a challenge. A challenge of my psyche and my physical presence. How do I explain this? I'm really not certain.
I had a craving. I had money in my pocket. It was lunch time. There was a wonderful aroma spilling out of the cafeteria. So as if by auto-pilot, my power wheelchair placed me in line to order a relief for my desire. FRENCH FRIES.
Golden brown russet shoestrings swimming in boiling oil, until crispy on the outside, yet tender to the tooth on the inside. Lightly salted and still hot from the fryer. Oh my God, I wanted some french fries.
But as I got closer to the counter, a sequence of doubts ran through my mind. First was the fact the sneeze guard was high enough that I would not be able to reach up and take my order from the server. Then there came the reminder that, my fine motor skills in my hands are still not what it needs to be, and I was likely to end up with a lap full of boiling hot french fries.
And, "Would I be able to fish my money out of the pouch on my wheelchair?" What if I spilled them on the floor? Who would clean up MY mess? (I can't reach the floor from my wheelchair. It's too high). And there were probably 50 people online behind me. I wasn't prepared, emotionally, to handle anyone's impatient grunts, groans or remarks. So, I pinwheeled my chair, and went to the curbside and checked in with transportation to get a ride back home. Hector, the dispatcher told me it would be about an hour before a ride would be available. So, I parked the rocket-sled in the sunshine and waited for my ride. But with each passing minute the craving for those FRENCH FRIES got stronger, became a covetous want, then an irresistible desire. And I found myself back in line, placing my order and watching the cook place the frozen potato strings into the basket and lowering them into he hot oil. When they reached the perfect serving temp, he heaped a huge pile into a small rectangular paper tray. And as I started to think "I'm gonna spill that all over..." He set the whole thing in the middle of a large paper plate. And when he set the plate on top of the counter above the sneeze guard, I was right. I could not reach it. And the cook being a man of small stature, couldn't reach over the counter to hand it to me. Hell's bells, Yao Ming couldn't reach over that thing to hand food to me in my chair. And at that very instant, a woman standing beside me inline, someone I had never met before in my life, reached up and took my order from the shelf, and carefully set it on my lap. I smiled and said "Thanks". But my gold frame aviator sunnies prevented her from seeing the tears of gratitude that welled up in my eyes.
I wheeled myself to the cashier, and on the way, the heat of the fries radiated through the paper tray, plate and my pants into my skin. I was now really glad I hadn't spilled them on myself. Once at the register, there was a considerable amount of fumbling as I tried to get my money in hand. And even more so as I tried to replace my change. But no one said a word. When I reached the condiment stand, the salt was out of my reach. Actually, everything was beyond my reach. And as I was about to forgo the salt, I noticed a serving cart next to the condiment stand. And on a lower shelf of the cart was a large bin full of salt packets. Grabbing several, I mover to an empty table near the cashier and slaked my desire for my carbohydrates. And about half way though I noticed that the table had writing on it. But it was partially blocked by the napkin dispenser sitting on top of it. What I could see said "RESERVED FOR" and thinking to myself, that some hospital big wig VIP was going to be pissed that I was using her table, I pushed the dispenser to one side hoping to know the name of my new adversary. It wouldn't matter, even if it said OBAMA. I was having my french fries. But the name stunned me.
That's not my name. But it was my table. I just wasn't prepared to think of myself that way. YET.
A TRIUMPH OF WILL
Yesterday, Friday 8 April 2011 at approximately 7:30 am, in the Physical Therapy unit of the San Diego VA Medical facility, for the first time in almost 5 years;
I STOOD UP!
Granted I was in a parachute sling, suspended from the overhead hoyer lift. But I stood up, none the less. My physical therapist, Leslie, remarked, just as I sensed my once so familiar perspective view of the world, "My God, you're tall."