Facebook is suggesting that I allow James Patterson to teach me writing. (Well, I suppose he has sold a lot more books than I have.) Apparently I can learn every part of his book writing process.
I wonder if that includes finding a co-author to do the actual writing?
I suppose I shouldn’t be snide about this: it’s obviously working posthumously for Robert Ludlum and Tom Clancy. Thank heavens it never occurred to Barbara Cartland.
According to ZoneAlarm, not always the most ethically irreproachable vendor, every 10 seconds someone is hit by ransomware. He must be getting really fed up with it.
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.