Ransomware

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With one careless,

Errant click,

The line I cast,

With which to phish,

Had gotten a bite.

I seemed to be his boss “Theresa”

But with an “e,”

At the end.

He completed his normal routine,

Without another thought,

Input his username,

Password,

Then hit “send,”

And when I felt the time right,

I reeled him in.

His company put all their eggs in this one basket,

So I took liberty,

To scramble them.

For a small fee,

I will unencrypt,

What they so graciously

Gave me,

At my own discretion.

Phishing is not a contact sport,

It is not fraught with danger,

You can lounge in your robe,

And not move from where you sit,

Still,

I wouldn’t recommend it for the faint of heart.

What webs we weave,

When we practice to deceive,

But at least there’s some money in it.

Adenosine Triphosphate

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In trying times,

Deep down inside,

You will find,

You are strengthened by division.

To rouse the energy,

To walk to the kitchen,

You must burn some molecular bridges.

Not to worry,

It will not be painful,

The connections themselves,

Are unstable.

Throw the planks,

Into the churning,

Eternally burning,

Internal furnace.

Now you can take action,

Or perform mundane tasks,

Whichever comes first.

Ballistics!

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Picking up the pieces,

Of past events,

And reassembling them,

To make sense,

Of the occurrences.

Predictions,

On the trajectory,

Of a rocket,

Aimed at open sky,

Which is harder to hit,

Than you’d expect.

The finely-sharpened, 

Somewhat dark art,

Of getting from the business-end,

To the destination,

And vice versa-

And how best to deliver it.

Chaos does not necessarily travel in straight lines,

But there is some order,

In the ways,

Of disarray.

DECLASSIFIED: Leash Laws

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You can read the original poem here

Dogs do lots of silly, lovable things.

Not included in that list: pooping in your living room, chewing up your shoes, barking at nothing, ‘asserting their dominance’ over your shin and urinating on the things they feel entitled to.

Can you tell I’m a cat-person?

That’s not entirely accurate, actually.

The way I see it, cat people and dog people exist on a continuum. By my estimation: I’m about 65% cat lover, 35% dog lover.

Why do I prefer cats, barring that I grew up with one? Well, for the reason so many find them odious: they don’t care very much.

Cats don’t feel envious when you don’t give them attention.

Cats don’t go wild when they see more cats outside.

Cats don’t get very large or become strong enough to knock you over.

You pet them, they purr. You feed them, they stick around. You bring them outside, they sunbathe.

Life seems simpler for a cat, and maybe the lack of outward affection makes people feel uneasy. When a dog likes you, it’s pretty unambiguous. When a cat likes you, it feels like an accomplishment.

Dogs need more training than cats do. Some find that rewarding, and I think that’s understandable, but it’s not something I need from a pet.

Cats don’t need to learn the rules, they live beyond them.

But at the end of the day, I’ll be sneezing and sniffling regardless of whether the dander comes from a cat or a dog, so the preference means pretty much nothing.