Hell's Not So Bad

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

My god! It's full of stars!

My friend Harold is in the National Guard. Right now he's helping clean up in New Orleans and he's been there for at least the past month. While he's gone I've been picking up his mail, and this week that included a package from Dell. He went and bought himself an XPS laptop. Now, for those of you who don't know, this is along the lines of the Alienware laptops. It's a mobile gaming machine. It has a 17 inch display, 2 GHz CPU, 2 GB RAM, 100 GB HDD and a screaming video card. And right now it's in my hot little hands. He said I could opened it up and check it out. (I was going to if he said it was ok or not) The display on this thing is awesome. If you're looking for a desktop replacement laptop then this is your machine. So choice, if you have the means, I highly recommend picking one up.

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

2005 or 1984

Almost everyone has heard of the phrase "Big Brother" when talking about the government keeping tabs on us. The thought frightens many, even some who don't own every season of the X-Files on DVD (but I don't know these people). So is it any better when the 'parents' behind 'brother' are private companies instead of the government? Not only no, but hell no. Here's why: Joe Jones goes into a job interview and is told politely, but firmly, no thank you. He wonders at this since he's a model employee and his previous boss gave him glowing recommendations. Turns out that the company he was applying at checked up on Mr. Jones. They went to one of these data mining companies and said what do you have on Joe Jones. They said, looks like he's a drug addict. Now how would they know that? They tracked his online habits and found him pricing and purchasing hypodermic needles but no medicine. Further more his medical files say he doesn't need any kind of injection. Whew, close call there. Almost hired a druggie. But wait, is Joe a druggie? No. He buys extra hypos for his grandmother who is on a fixed income and has diabetes. He's not a druggie, he's a saint. Can this really happen? It already happens all the time. Are there legitimate uses for this kind of stuff? I suppose if you wanted to screen your dates to make sure none were psycho stalkers (or to make sure that they were psycho stalkers if that's what you wanted) but where is the line and who draws it? Do you check just criminal history? Mental health? How about tax receipts and income statements? And who regulates what data can be stored? Where do you go to if there's a mistake? And what's to stop this data from being misused? If this were regulated in some way I might sleep a little better. But not only can you not correct any data they have on you, they don't have to tell you they have it. “But wait,” you say, “let me get this straight. A company that I don't know can collect data on me without my permission, without my knowledge and then sell it without problem?” Yup. And it gets worse. In 2001 America saw a tragic act of terrorism on it's own soil. This finally shocked many Americans into realizing that not only is America NOT the center of the solar system (gasp), but there are some people that actually hate us (and after we gave the world McDonald's, too). After our eyes opened a bit we scrambled to feel like we were protecting ourselves. In conjunction with some things like the so-called Patriot Act the government started looking at options. How can we see this coming next time? One company that collects information about people stepped up and volunteered to help the FBI step around our constitutional rights and established freedoms. You see, the FBI and law enforcement agencies can't legally open a file and investigate US citizens without reason. They can only open a file on you if you're being investigated for a crime. But what about crimes that have yet to be committed? No, they can't just randomly check up on you to see whether or not you *might* break the law. So a third party said, “Hey, we have tons of info that we collected and we did it legally. Wanna see it?” Duh. So not only do we have to worry about the spyware companies creating technology that is prime for identity theft, not only do they intrude into our lives to sell us crap, but then they turn around and tattle on us. It's bad enough that companies use this data to screen job applicants, but it's shocking to think that this unregulated and personal information can fall into just about anyone's hands. And it often does.

Monday, October 10, 2005

All your base(16) are belong to us

We've been messing with multiple number bases in two of my classes. In Computer Organization and Networking we've been messing with binary, octal decimal and hexadecimal. I started looking into all the different number bases, and there are a lot, and some of the cultures that used them. For instance, we use a base 10 system (decimal) and the Mayans used a base 20. The Babylonians used a base 60 system.(Insane) Anyway, there's a guy in one of my classes that breaks into a cold sweat when we start talking subnet masking or IEEE 754 floating number standard. Tell him to convert a 32 bit hex number with the 754 standard and he whimpers and cries. 64-bit? He wet himself. Poor guy. You take CIS because they tell you there's no math and now this. Tsk tsk.

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

Beagle Update:

I know you're not supposed to feed them after midnight and you're not supposed to get them wet. But I got Toby wet and now there are two. We have another puppy in our home. Her name is Kaylee and she's adorable, as you can see. So far Toby loves her and they get along great. She has a very sweet temperament. We love her already.

Monday, October 03, 2005

One time I hired a monkey...

So I'm sitting here in class listening to the lecture. I'm reminded of a "School Daze" moment from Brak on Space Ghost. "One time I hired a monkey to take notes for me in class. I would just sit there with my mind a complete blank while the monkey would scribble on little pieces of paper. At the end of the week the teacher said,"Class, I want you to write a paper using your notes." I wrote a paper that said: Hi. My name is Bingo. I like to climb on things. Eeek! Eeek! I got an F! When I told my mom she said,"I told you never trust a monkey". The end.