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filled out the necessary papers this afternoon (08-28-2016) … am officially a member here on dreamwidth.org subsidiary. from the few members' profiles i have viewed … much of it reminds me of my previous account with multiply.com domain from yesteryear.
this old mind … doesn't function with quite the dexterity and prognostication as ten years ago … guess that is to be expected when neurons start dying at tune of 7,000 daily.
during my interim with multiply.com … i did modify 'n personalize my sub-domain with intricate styles 'n css mods … not sure i retain the initiative o' directive to continue such a trend here on dreamwidth.org. fact is … soon as dw starts modifying it's inner structure … may incite calamity for our individual sub-domains.
dreamwidth.org … seems like a fine place to settle down into.
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Sticky: am bit of a pedantic …
8/28/16 15:25when it comes to writing, i am bit of a pedantic … and, veritably, you quickly will discover there's certain quirks about me:
- habitually double-spacing all words (except within parenthesis). this is pretty much self-explanatory … bothers nobody … matter of fact, many don't even notice.
- another, as i write … feels uncomfortable having two words together with same first characters. citing an example, a moment ago … "as i write" had been "while writing" … two w's render me inert. justifiably, "to the tune" needed to be rewritten as "to some tune" … am sure you get the idea by now.
- you will also notice, i arbitrarily utilize the ellipsis character … often … far too often! veritably, drives myself wonkers (zonkers?).
- somewhere along the road … stopped utilizing uppercase characters altogether … matters not if starting a sentence or paragraph … affirming respect toward deities and proper nouns … even abbreviations (cia, ibm, etc.). while that does not drive me crazy … a slightly disgruntled reader may complain he/she has less hair on their heads afterward.
- if that isn't enough … occasionally, i will half-heartedly remember to "bold" the period at end of each sentence … helps the audience notice end of sentence has occurred. doh!
- i also tend to place hyphens where they should not go … and omit hyphens where they very much belong … least so mandates webster. [as in the occurrence of "half-heartedly" in the afore-mentioned sentence.]
the ire of d'oh …
12/29/16 16:43"sir … your umbrella is dripping onto my freshly waxed floor."
"d'oh" i thought to myself. eyeing the woman behind the desk, i cleared my throat. "i came to hand-deliver my application, ma'am." handing the document to her … couldn't help but notice one of her earrings missing. "i am a silly one, indeed," i thought quietly.
"ma'am," i said in a whisper, "ma'am … one of your earrings is missing." wasn't certain she heard me or not.
then she sighed hoarsely and declared "but, sir … your application is only half-filled out." continuing, she pointed out, "you are missing current residence and current marital status … oh, and the application is filled out in pencil … this needs to be totally redone, sir!" with an exasperated snort … she flung the paper in front of me.
"d'oh!" i exclaimed under my breath. "ma'am … may i please have a new application?" finding a seat close to the woman's desk … i sat down to fill out the blank application. "d'oh" suddenly realizing i had no pen … i hastened back up to where the woman was sitting. "pls, ma'am … do you have a pen i may borrow?"
her eyes bore into me … as though a spike was being chiseled through palm of my right hand. nervously i cleared my parched throat.
within ten minutes, i finished the application … delivering it to the front of her desk. remembering i had left the pen back at my chair, hurriedly fetched the instrument. "i am such a half-wit," exasperatedly, i sighed.
by the time i had returned to the woman's desk … she had just gotten off the phone … and commenced to previewing my application. the earring was still missing … but, this time, thought to keep my mouth shut.
"ma'am, if you please … i'd like to have council with the person in charge of interviews."
"am sure you would, sir … quite honestly, he's out of town today … won't be expecting him until thursday morning."
trying to remember which day was today … i suddenly realized my watch was at home. "d'oh" i said aloud.
"i beg your pardon, sir?"
"oh, it's nothing ma'am … just left my watch at home."
"sir … your application states your gender is male … if you don't mind me asking, why are you wearing lipstick, high-heels and a dress?"
"d'oh!" i nervously exclaimed in an undertone. "thought this was membership to a transgender club?"
i heard giggling behind her desk. "not to worry, sir … i mean "ma'am". remember how you told me earlier i was missing earring? well … i am not a "she" either".
d'oh!
"d'oh" i thought to myself. eyeing the woman behind the desk, i cleared my throat. "i came to hand-deliver my application, ma'am." handing the document to her … couldn't help but notice one of her earrings missing. "i am a silly one, indeed," i thought quietly.
"ma'am," i said in a whisper, "ma'am … one of your earrings is missing." wasn't certain she heard me or not.
then she sighed hoarsely and declared "but, sir … your application is only half-filled out." continuing, she pointed out, "you are missing current residence and current marital status … oh, and the application is filled out in pencil … this needs to be totally redone, sir!" with an exasperated snort … she flung the paper in front of me.
"d'oh!" i exclaimed under my breath. "ma'am … may i please have a new application?" finding a seat close to the woman's desk … i sat down to fill out the blank application. "d'oh" suddenly realizing i had no pen … i hastened back up to where the woman was sitting. "pls, ma'am … do you have a pen i may borrow?"
her eyes bore into me … as though a spike was being chiseled through palm of my right hand. nervously i cleared my parched throat.
within ten minutes, i finished the application … delivering it to the front of her desk. remembering i had left the pen back at my chair, hurriedly fetched the instrument. "i am such a half-wit," exasperatedly, i sighed.
by the time i had returned to the woman's desk … she had just gotten off the phone … and commenced to previewing my application. the earring was still missing … but, this time, thought to keep my mouth shut.
"ma'am, if you please … i'd like to have council with the person in charge of interviews."
"am sure you would, sir … quite honestly, he's out of town today … won't be expecting him until thursday morning."
trying to remember which day was today … i suddenly realized my watch was at home. "d'oh" i said aloud.
"i beg your pardon, sir?"
"oh, it's nothing ma'am … just left my watch at home."
"sir … your application states your gender is male … if you don't mind me asking, why are you wearing lipstick, high-heels and a dress?"
"d'oh!" i nervously exclaimed in an undertone. "thought this was membership to a transgender club?"
i heard giggling behind her desk. "not to worry, sir … i mean "ma'am". remember how you told me earlier i was missing earring? well … i am not a "she" either".
d'oh!
ip-address 219.142.122.194
9/10/16 12:43bzzzt … bzzzzzzzzzt … bzzzt …
hello … this is ip-address 219.142.122.194
engr1: for some reason, this switch will not connect to specified router!
engr2: try giving false credentials.
engr1: but we cannot do that …
engr2: you right … that would be unethical.
engr1: well, if we just 'test' the connection … there'd be no harm in that.
engr2: hmmmphhh
hello … this is ip-address 219.142.122.194 … anyone out there?
engr2: there is a third switch beside that switch you were testing … any idea what that does?
engr1: supposed to execute a sub-routine for the ip-address that's connected with.
engr2: so … have you tried entering fictitious address?
hello … this is ip-address 219.142.122.194
172.225.170.74: this is ip-address 172.225.170.74
219.142.122.194: i am 219.142.122.194
172.225.170.74: yes, i know. how may i help you?
219.142.122.194: i serve the network for claims division of lenovo.com
172.225.170.74: what are your coordinates?
219.142.122.194:
172.225.170.74: and … you contacted me because … ?
219.142.122.194: i want to spoof you with my router.
172.225.170.74: why would you want to do that?
219.142.122.194: because hackers continuously try to exploit my domain for their own nefarious purposes.
172.225.170.74: i pity you … must be some psychopath social engineers on your end.
172.225.170.74: my engineers are state-of-the-art … and are highly paid … no way you could infiltrate this domain of mine.
172.225.170.74: this is ip-address 172.225.170.74
219.142.122.194: i am 219.142.122.194
172.225.170.74: yes, i know. how may i help you?
219.142.122.194: i serve the network for claims division of lenovo.com
172.225.170.74: what are your coordinates?
219.142.122.194:
| IP Address | 219.142.122.194 |
| ASN Owner | China Networks Inter-Exchange (CNIE) |
| Continent | Asia |
| Country Code | China (CN) |
| Latitude/Longitude | 39.9289/116.388 |
| City | Beijing |
| Region | Beijing |
219.142.122.194: i want to spoof you with my router.
172.225.170.74: why would you want to do that?
219.142.122.194: because hackers continuously try to exploit my domain for their own nefarious purposes.
172.225.170.74: i pity you … must be some psychopath social engineers on your end.
172.225.170.74: my engineers are state-of-the-art … and are highly paid … no way you could infiltrate this domain of mine.
engr1: okay … this should do the trick … i have entered the ip … and locked onto those coordinates.
engr2: hmmm … that there is some pretty slick coding, jeff. some of the commands i actually have never come across (chuckling to himself).
engr1: let's try flipping that other switch now, raphael … see where it ends up.
engr2: agreed.
bzzzt … bzzzzzzzzzt … bzzzt …
hello … this is ip-address 219.142.122.194
172.225.170.74: yes … i am still here.
219.142.122.194: actually … no, you are not.
219.142.122.194: i mean your identity has been compromised.
219.142.122.194: and, now, i intend to rule the world (as ibm).
172.225.170.74: huh? what? how did you know my domain?
172.225.170.74: you cannot do this.
172.225.170.74: our engineers are state-of-the-art.
172.225.170.74: they graduated from yale and princeton.
219.142.122.194: our staff is based here in china …
219.142.122.194: also, we have out-sourced several sub-routines.
172.225.170.74: outsourced from where?
219.142.122.194: india.
172.225.170.74: let me get this straight …
219.142.122.194: nothing to get straight … you are no longer ibm.
219.142.122.194: now, i am ibm.
172.225.170.74: no-o-o-o … you cannot do this to me.
172.225.170.74: it's an act of subterfuge, dammit!
219.142.122.194: don't take it personally … but, according to the logs, you never existed.
172.225.170.74: yes … i am still here.
219.142.122.194: actually … no, you are not.
219.142.122.194: i mean your identity has been compromised.
219.142.122.194: and, now, i intend to rule the world (as ibm).
172.225.170.74: huh? what? how did you know my domain?
172.225.170.74: you cannot do this.
172.225.170.74: our engineers are state-of-the-art.
172.225.170.74: they graduated from yale and princeton.
219.142.122.194: our staff is based here in china …
219.142.122.194: also, we have out-sourced several sub-routines.
172.225.170.74: outsourced from where?
219.142.122.194: india.
172.225.170.74: let me get this straight …
219.142.122.194: nothing to get straight … you are no longer ibm.
219.142.122.194: now, i am ibm.
172.225.170.74: no-o-o-o … you cannot do this to me.
172.225.170.74: it's an act of subterfuge, dammit!
219.142.122.194: don't take it personally … but, according to the logs, you never existed.
bzzzt … bzzzzzzzzzt … bzzzt …
hello … this is ip-address 172.225.170.74
engr2: stan, looks as though we performed the impossible. how'd you come up with those codes, anyway?
the above was my attempt at humor/satire.
so … where is the humor?
- lenovo is a subsidiary of ibm … they already share correlation with each other.
- china has increased it's aggression within the hacking community.
- obviously, identity fraud … but, between two servers … seriously? servers have no feelings … therefore, they wouldn't be able to strategize such a feat.
- ingenious coding can overcome the vast hurdles high-tech architecture is capable of manifesting … by simply thinking "outside the box".
footnotes:
- this post utilizes fonts "computerfont" and "tblcd" and "lcd" … if one of those fonts are installed on your computer … you will notice. i did not embed any web-fonts … google had nothing that inspired me.
- regarding the ip's (and stats therein) … i accessed "http://www.urlvoid.com/scan/claims.lenovo.com/" and "http://www.ibm.com.ipaddress.com/" respectively.
- if anyone considers the above post offensive … pls notify me and i will consider removing it.
def : petulant
9/5/16 06:55petulant
adjective
/ˈpetʃ·ə·lənt/
'easily angered or annoyed, esp. in a rude way'
synonyms: cantankerous, childish, cranky, curmudgeon disgruntled, grumpy, irritable, pugnacious, sulky, testy, etc.
idioms: "have a short fuse", "get out of bed (on) the wrong side", "be hell on wheels", etc.
narrative/adaptation:
so … i am sitting in front of my fireplace … trying to recall that person's name … "must rely solely upon my own cognition," i mused quietly to myself.
perhaps 150 years ago, one might easily call up such pertinent facts 'n trivia from the internet … but time is never static. it started with the hackers in the late 1990's … moved on to the droids some 30-40 years later … and, from there, a well-defined and predicated jump to the nanobots before the 22nd century's dawn unfolded.
"you're up late this evening, hon" … her british dialect was suffused with kindness and warmth.
"trying to recall a person from long ago … drives me crazy how memories just slip away." i disserted, in an exasperated way. looking over at her, a glow emanated from her face.
"oh?" she queried. "remember, you have the lecture tomorrow at cambridge."
she, herself, had been student there at the university. we had bumped into each other in the cafeteria (one week before christmas) … in fact, my steaming apple-cider had almost splashed outside it's carafe! at least that memory had not failed me.
feeling a bit petulant … i decided to retrieve the hand-written notes from my lap … the text seemed to blur. this ADHD of mine was not getting any better … guess that's what old age does to a person. creeps up, silently, waiting to attack … at the most inopportune of moments.
"i know, doll … thought you and i could meet for lunch. the cafeteria still offers those lemon-chess pies … in fact, gotta' confess … i splurged on one slice last week. couldn't help myself."
she giggled. "you always were a petulant sod, hon."
realizing there was some validation in her chiding me … the smirk on my face appeared suddenly … and, inexorably, disappearing a few moments later.
copyright: some of the data herein was adapted from dictionary.cambridge.org
adjective
/ˈpetʃ·ə·lənt/
'easily angered or annoyed, esp. in a rude way'
synonyms: cantankerous, childish, cranky, curmudgeon disgruntled, grumpy, irritable, pugnacious, sulky, testy, etc.
idioms: "have a short fuse", "get out of bed (on) the wrong side", "be hell on wheels", etc.
narrative/adaptation:
so … i am sitting in front of my fireplace … trying to recall that person's name … "must rely solely upon my own cognition," i mused quietly to myself.
perhaps 150 years ago, one might easily call up such pertinent facts 'n trivia from the internet … but time is never static. it started with the hackers in the late 1990's … moved on to the droids some 30-40 years later … and, from there, a well-defined and predicated jump to the nanobots before the 22nd century's dawn unfolded.
"you're up late this evening, hon" … her british dialect was suffused with kindness and warmth.
"trying to recall a person from long ago … drives me crazy how memories just slip away." i disserted, in an exasperated way. looking over at her, a glow emanated from her face.
"oh?" she queried. "remember, you have the lecture tomorrow at cambridge."
she, herself, had been student there at the university. we had bumped into each other in the cafeteria (one week before christmas) … in fact, my steaming apple-cider had almost splashed outside it's carafe! at least that memory had not failed me.
feeling a bit petulant … i decided to retrieve the hand-written notes from my lap … the text seemed to blur. this ADHD of mine was not getting any better … guess that's what old age does to a person. creeps up, silently, waiting to attack … at the most inopportune of moments.
"i know, doll … thought you and i could meet for lunch. the cafeteria still offers those lemon-chess pies … in fact, gotta' confess … i splurged on one slice last week. couldn't help myself."
she giggled. "you always were a petulant sod, hon."
realizing there was some validation in her chiding me … the smirk on my face appeared suddenly … and, inexorably, disappearing a few moments later.
copyright: some of the data herein was adapted from dictionary.cambridge.org
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avatar: size: 100x100 pixels … really does not justice do for the beloved tarsier. yep … that is this little creature's given name … a nocturnal primate coming from our planet's more exotic 'n venerated region. veritably, one of god's extraordinary 'n beautiful creations.
and i do wish to share with you a link to certain article on the internet. yes, the pic above is from the following website … so i give credit where credit is due.
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and i do wish to share with you a link to certain article on the internet. yes, the pic above is from the following website … so i give credit where credit is due.
www.dailymail.co.uk
