This is a leitmotif. You can only get away from it by scrolling down.
I make no claim at all to be a cartoonist (let alone a real artist). However, some people seem to like my cheesy little (mostly IT-related) cartoons, photos, and cheap sarcasm, so I figured I might start putting them together in the same place. That doesn’t mean you won’t find them elsewhere, though. You don’t escape that easily.
If you like I can has cheezburger or Gary Larson, or XKCD, or secmeme, you’ll be totally underwhelmed by this. On the other hand, if it raises the faintest suggestion of a wry smile, you might also like Parodies Regained, which stays firmly in my comfort zone (i.e. is almost entirely textual content).
I tweet everything I publish via @davidharleyblog, if you really can’t get enough. Be warned, a lot of the other stuff is Very Serious.
David Harley BA ex-CITP ex-FBCS ex-CISSP
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ESET Senior Research Fellow
(See? Nothing to indicate any artistic merit.)
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Even the fake conference crowd are trying to drag me back into testing (again). Yes, ‘Making sense of comparative anti-malware testing’ sounds like a perfect fit for the World Gene Convention. Not. I’d have been more impressed if they’d picked up on my long-gone and rather peripheral connection with the Human Genome Project.
At least the repeated invitations to a dodgy forensics conference have some theoretical relevance to what I do now.
But seems that the Gene Genie has just picked up an article I wrote of Elsevier in 2009. Or, more probably, just the abstract.
F minus for effort. F double minus for ‘would you please respond to our earlier spam?’
Suggestions for an edition of Sesame Street presented by the letter K:
It’s not widely known that Wilson, the real star of Cast Away, not only survived his immersion in the Pacific, but went on to find happiness with a netball he met in LA. Here, by way of proof, is a photograph of one of their children.
I wonder what happened to that Tom Hanks bloke?
Timeo Danaos et dona ferentes: believed to refer to Greeks bearing gifts, but can be freely translated as “I’m afraid of Great Danes and Iron Ladies.”
Carpe Diem: fish of the day (HT to Buffy the Vampire Slayer, but I think I’d heard it before that)
Quis custodiet ipsos custodes: who spilled custard over Juvenal’s hipsters?
I was asked this morning about a malicious program called Conficker that demanded a great deal of the security industry’s attention a few years ago. While refreshing my memory, I was reminded of a very-loosely-connected story from the BBC at the time (connected only in that I quoted it in a Conficker-centred blog article at the time).
The article mentions a warning to House of Commons staff and MPs against: “knowingly accessing or transmitting e-mails, text, images or internet material which might reasonably be considered offensive, unless on official business”.
As I said at the time:
So there it is: it’s official. It really is a politician’s job to be offensive.
But if you’ve been watching the news in recent months – actually, since the invention of television – that won’t come as news to you.
Well, I guess this is the answer to that hoary old question.
Or maybe it’s just a matter of ‘take me to your Leda’.
According to the Shrewsbury Chronicle, the organization cited irreconcilable differences with the landlord.
Oh wait a minute, that was Brangelina.