Oh boy. I think the smartest thing I did was not to place my e-mail nor allow comments onto this version of my blog. At least not yet.

My last blog was inundated with viagra, cialis, poker-online (oh boy, Google’s AdSense is going to go haywire with this entry) and whatnot, and so far, after just a few days of being up, my website has been spidered, searched, attempted to be exploited, and e-mail searched left and right.

Spam, spyware, phishing, et al are such a bad yet almost invisible to the uninitiated problem on the internet. What to do? I’ll tell you what…

Go out, and educate the nearest relative that you can call and tolerate for 15 minutes. Explain to them that there is shit out there that will take down their name, phone number, bank account number, their favorite websites they like to go to, and use that information in some ultra-secret manner that makes the CIA and FBI look and sound like Jehovah Wtinesses… annoyances that are easily ignorable.

But don’t allow them to ignore this hidden menace (oh jeez… I can’t wait until Lucasarts sues me on this one) and just explain it in about as non-technical of terms as you can. And then explain what they can do. Use Firefox. Stop using Microsoft products. Demand better from their senators, and actually read up on this stuff.

Sounds like a lot, I know. But you know what? I wouldn’t be helping a good friend of mine fight against identity theft if they listened to me last year, or year before that. Maybe sooner or later, I’ll put together a quick ass list or methodology to ensure a “hardened” machine that’s just harder to break into. That’s what I used to do for the US Government projects we deployed back when I still had a job.

Oh well. I’ll leave you with this…spambots and spammers, die.

No, I didn’t bomb anything. I don’t have the secret recipe for a “dirty bomb” – which makes me think of an explosive Hustler magazine every time I see that term – and I don’t belong to anything that’s “Al” something… Al Qaeda, Al Bundy… none of that.

I was walking about today, and yesterday and the day prior taking photos. It started out innocently enough around my own place of residence. Then went to a park, taking pictures of water, grass (lawn grass), and birds for an image I decided to make.

So today, I decide to take a picture alongside a building and it’s surroundings. Mind you, this was after I walked into this building which has a credit union, deposited a check, talked to the security guy for directions to a store I had no idea where it was located and then the weather, then walked out. The whole time, my camera is visible in my hands.

I go outside, take a picture of some flowers they had just planted, some weird clouds in the sky, and whatnot. Next thing I know, I have two cops physically on my back and arms asking me if I’m a terrorist, if I had explosives in my car, and above all, which religion did I believe in. After quickly answering that I’m Christian – okay, that’s a stretch, but I do try – and I have nothing explosive in my car unless they count me after a couple bean burritos from Taco Bell and perhaps my subwoofer in the trunk, and I was taking pictures of nature for some spring images I was doing for my upcoming photoblog redesign. After showing them 158 pictures from the last three days where the only lone thing that was alive outside of my dog, a few birds, was a semi-alive fish from a creek in my back yard… they decided to leave me alone.

Not so much of an apology. And that one cop had way too much of a grip on my ass. And I’m now left wondering what would have happened if I had said “yes” to any of their questions.

Just add water.

I seriously think that the “microwave generation” that’s used to fully cooked meals within seconds and whatnot have basically overlooked the whole concept of working for that lifestyle that they desire most.

That’s right. The 20-30 year old section of the world have become lazy and unwilling to work for whatever lifestyle they desire. They’d rather settle for mediocrity and just live for the moment. No planning, no saving up for the future, no sacrificing today for tomorrow. No future that’s going to be worth a damn.

A bunch of lazy fucking people that behave like children when they don’t get what they think they deserve right then, right now.

I’ve been faced with that type of person that’s willing to forego her chances for a better life than even her parents could have wished for her, just to settle for a monthly government check because she can not wrap her brains around how she needs to finish finish her education and above all, get out and be able to provide for herself.

Instead, she’d just rather be lazy, sit back, and receive (what should be) a pride obliterating bitch slap in the form of a government check. She’d rather destroy everything around her that’s hopeful of a better future and grasp onto the easy button that’s called complacency.

Embraced that easy path like a fat chick does the last dozen of donuts.

I just don’t get it. It’s a known fact that you always cherish those things that you work hardest for. But in discussions, I don’t see that even registering.

Perhaps I’m just a tad bit old-fashioned at times, it seems. A dinosaur amongst race cars.

There are a few things in this world I truly regret… decisions are normally never any of them.

Consequence however, is a mofo. Regretting consequences is a new one for me.

Wake up next to a strange woman in college; bragging rights. Wake up next to a strange woman now; first the sniff test to your own manhood, then if that passes, then run after the dry bowl of cereal that you pretend to enjoy and try to maintain that same loving, remembering face as you probably flashed just a few hours prior.

Faking it can be good. Very good, and quite unregrettable.

Anyway, it just seems as if I’m coming face to face with a bad decision to include somebody in my life a few years ago. It’s grating my nerves to the point where I’m seriously about to just grab as much cash as I can, and just run.

Run like OJ… but not in the circles on the LA highway and not so damn slow… ok, bad example.

But just run like I’m actually capable of out-running the regret, and out-running the sheer stupidity of some people on this planet. They should create something like a stupidity bazooka that could totally eradicate all stupidity in a village or two.

I hear that Mexico may be nice this time of the year. I don’t think they’d mind a reverse-illegal alien. Would be easy to rename myself to something Spanish… El Gigante… something.

Oh, and never let people borrow money either… never again. My sheer stupidity of thinking that people are capable of being as good-willed as I try to be seems to suck me into some bad situations where I have to come face-to-face with the realization that people will use the hell out of you as long as they can.

I’m not a friggin’ bank. Well, no longer at least.

Stupidity and daft decisions definitely don’t factor into the age old karma equation. Or they’ve yet to decipher that damn part of it. Either way, screw karma, and I’m seriously about to say screw it all, and just break out for a while.

The Philadelphia Eagles just had to lose tonight.

For the record, I heard the words “dynasty” at least 67 times tonight.

After witnessing a routine speeding ticket/stop turn rightfully ugly the moment the officer decided to basically be the biggest jerk. Worse thing about this situation, it was unsolicited. The woman was nice, offered her drivers license, stated simply that she knew she was speeding and offered no excuse.

The officer decided that he wanted to be evil by stating that he’d stopped her because she was, and I quote, “a typical female driver”. Now the lady decided that she not only didn’t like the smug look on this officer, but didn’t like his comment nor tone. She quickly responded with “you’re an asshole…” and next thing you know, the man had stated more inappropriate verbiage and the situation escalated.

And somehow, this made me think about superheroes and super-villains.

I’ll be brief… everybody remembers Batman, right? He was this regular human that as a child saw his parents robbed at gunpoint by a criminal. Mind you, a common criminal that had to use a gun to intimidate his prey. Not a mega-death ray, not laughing gas smoke bombs with smiles painted on them, not some airborne psychological agent that made them hallucinate like they were in the depths of Hades.

A common criminal with a gun.

So he decides to train extra hard as a youth well into his manhood to become the best crime-fighter ever, Batman. With his appearance into Gotham City, he brings along a brief period of peace, and all things are great. Brief being the keyword here. Soon after his apperarance, it seems as if the supervillains like the Joker, Two-Face, and what not start showing up.

And this is where I’m leading to. It seems as if the level of evil had to match the level of good. Thus, keeping a balance. Yin and Yang. God and Satan. Heaven and Hell. Anti-matter and Matter.

With that, it just seems as if Batman was indeed the catalyst for supervillainy. WIthout him, the criminals could continue to use a simple gun and plan on taking over a block or a building much unlike the stereotypical supervillain that wants to take over the world, if not more. Thus with simplified logic, it can be argued that with a greater good, there has to be a greater evil.

Thus, the superhero begat the supervillain.