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I will start by quoting a couple of articles, and then share my views. Java and Flash both vulnerable—again—to new 0-day attacks “There’s no indication that either of the newly discovered Flash vulnerabilities are being actively exploited…” I point out that Java has also been exploited, and this is active: Cyberespionage group Pawn Storm uses exploit for unpatched Java flaw “A sophisticated group of hackers known for targeting military, government and media organisations is currently using an exploit for a vulnerability in Java that hasn’t been patched by Oracle.” This has NOT been patched, Flash (on the other hand) has...

Returning from a trip some of my old artwork (from way back) was brought back from Europe. Which is a pleasant blessing since I thought I’d lost it. I finally took the time to photograph it all. These range from quick sketches, to more elaborate studies of scenes, still lifes, portraits, etc… using various mediums. To see my previous Art From Way Back post click here. Still Lifes Perspective, shading, and composition studies (arranging a scene so the eyes “read” the picture as intended) With pencil, or charcoal Eyeball martini Glass reflection and texture study Who Stole The Cookies From...

Starting at the beginning of this year my email accounts have been going bonkers ranging from email loss to suspicious things sent that well… uh… (I would only send if the government got in my head, removed all inhibitions, and brainwashed me to send them.) I was hacked. It was bad. You don’t think about how bad these things can get once they happen. It’s unbelievably devastating. Hackers suck! … (And so do government brainwashers.) Nevertheless, like I said, email loss: If you’ve emailed me, and I have not responded (or you received something along the government has orchestrated a...

Killing mockingbirds They ran out of firepower And laid her to rest Something I have to say To get off my chest You shouldn’t kill anything like this Heavy artillery, sophisticated bigotry A showman’s frenzy, all cleverly interject Reasons to kill and to cage They’re certainly strange Nevertheless, a piece for each Take what you can preach Taken from a throbbing chest Before they lay her to rest It’s a lesson to teach Killing mockingbirds is a sin It’s not how you say it Nor how you mean it But how you show it All mockingbirds know this It’s a...

A Poem… This is a poem inspired by those hopeless moments Transcending all impossibilities When the very world collapses all about and underneath It begs to ask How deep does the heart go? And how infinite is the soul? Stripped apart and laid open Like nothing is sacred anymore I guess this is how Earth feels And we’re all made in her image When something remains and grows again When things heal despite how they used to feel When flowers crawl out from underneath Rubble, cracks, and wasted leftovers Somehow it refuses not to be It insists on the very...

Customer: Can I get it without hair? Employee: No sir. It’s called Hairy Chicken Fajita cuz it’s got hair init. Customer: Do you have any food without hair in it? Employee: No. Customer: What!? Employee: No. Customer: Can I make a special order for just the chicken? Employee: No sir, but you can remove the chicken and have just the hair. Customer: Um… Can you put the hair on the side? Employee: No sir, chicken is a topping. We don’t serve toppings as primary dishes. Customer: What!? Employee: Chicken is a topping. We don’t serve — Customer: Yeah, yeah! I...

(Read in order: Ivy, A Butterfly, A Flower, And A Leaf) Find her In the shade of a tree She let go of home to wander All the greater anxieties. Her face is old, color of gold, She dances silently To the turning of a breeze… Mind her Nomad of earth and sky You can dream for her To the melody she breathes. Quietly, she is free Needlessly at ease with ambition and cause She has traveled long To remind us of the sound of songs! Hear her Keeper of another peace Her power is in movements As numbers that...

(Read in order: Ivy, A Butterfly, A Flower, And A Leaf) A flower is all the world’s impossibility She is the great subduer of sleep The great one that overcomes And opens simply to see Simply to be free… She twists, she dances, her scent glides on every breeze! She is the exploding result of impossible dreams A flower is the outcome of ambition A monument to will, unrelenting She knew not to stay still and realized her own being Ever so gently she is the one that glides between Then and now, and never again, No place in particular…...

(Read in order: Ivy, A Butterfly, A Flower, And A Leaf) A butterfly… She flies, caressing the space between Sunshine, and air, the world unseen. A stronger spirit is hers, as Wings beating, she caries herself free, From the cocoon. A butterfly… Once captive, now beyond free. Liberty, greater than that bestowed on any living being, It was not a birth right, It’s hard earned, the air she’s breathing… Once she writhed, and twisted. Hers was a fight, she suffered to beg a million wishes. Change hurts when it’s to surpass circumstance, And escape that prison Of one’s own devising....

For Something Greater (Birthday Poem) “You’re over analyzing.” She firmly said… Keeping company of a long ago friend A debate with Life. Again, I’m arguing a means to end… But why argue, language is poorly articulated intent. That familiar feeling of “I can’t do you anymore.” Counting harm, peace is no charm, when you can’t feel it within, But wouldn’t quitting be a cowards sin? Heroes pay for done and did. Still, it’s sweet and relentless Life, you’re harsh when remembered No. it’s not to you, but family for whom my heart is beating. Wary travelers proudly breathing, grow restless...

(Dedicated to all women stronger than they think they are.) Where should I wear it this time? Stigma on a golden chain Too brown, white, or green I’m not a ‘he’ I’m a ‘she’ So I hate being me Degrees of hate Equality hurts when it comes from a fist Tell me; why should it be exactly like this? Varieties of stigma painted on a face If it breaks it obeys Sweetly wear it, so stylish when put in place It’s a brilliant hue, the he’s likes it black and blue Take your best swing at the punch line doing...

Wayward traveler I met along the way… I know your face but not the name. Share with me from whence you came, And I’ll name you a fellow seeker. Past perchance have we met before? Past romance, kith, kin, or vow to save the last dance. Perchance quite ponderously, strange as it seems, You appear a forgotten memory from a million footsteps ago, And I tread lightly, I’ll have you know! Wayward traveler I met along the way… As night creeps in upon the day, tell me your tale! I’ll write you a psalm to carry us beyond the grave,...