Worry Worry

I'm sick of news stories about "the flu" and how all other news of the world has been pushed to the wayside. News reporters are huddling round the virology lab shooting it's windows and speculating about the testing that's going on inside. I'm surprised someone hasn't suggested that there could be a sliver of a snowball's chance in hell that a heard of wild monkeys could break out of there and run ramped in the streets causing wide spread pandemic pandemonium!

Fuck.

You want something REAL to worry about?

Today my co-worker was talking about her 16 year old son and his classmates. All of whom could run circles around you and I and our computers. "He has a scanner on his computer for his homework. They were goofing around and suddenly he had one of his classmate's name, address and social security info pop up on the computer screen. Finally they figured out that his laptop had accidentally scanned this other kids EIC (Enhanced Identification Card) giving them access to everything on it."

HOLY FUCK!

The kid had forgotten to put it in it's protective case.

From the Manitoba Government Website:
"For privacy protection, the card will come with a protective sleeve to help prevent the RFID chip from being read at times other than intended. It will be credit-card size to make it easier to carry in a wallet."

Immediately I began to cold sweat and images of Tom Cruise being direct marketed in Minority Report flashed in my head. (OK - the EIC isn't the same as retinal scanning BUT STILL!) Somehow I know this is all going to link up with Airmiles and your Safeway points cards and we're all gonna be in a hot mess of trouble. Just wait.

Doesn't this scare anyone else? As if identity theft wasn't irritating enough... now teenagers running around with unprotected ID cards - I mean, now we have to drill into them KEEP IT COVERED on a whole new level!

So worry about your flu! Don't worry about the roving gangs of girls downtown that are attacking people with axes, or the benign looking nerd on the corner pointing his laptop at your back pocket...

Things that make me feel at ease (today anyway):

Dykes.

Dykes in the Superstore (aka Loblaws)

Dykes walking around in the condoments isles, shopping for condoments. Looking rad in their snappy leather jacket and killer hair coif. I admire the parade of Airwalks and swoon.
Dykes looking at organic penutbutter, holding their belt buckles and thoughtfully stroking their chins.

Sometimes, it just takes a loverly dyke to bring order back to the world. So I bought some organic penut butter too (well, I grabbed it and put it in my basket and switched it for raspberry jam after the pretty one had turned a corner) but I nodded. Made brief, appreciative eye contact and went on about my shopping.

I don't think she had an EIC card, or would get one.

IF she had wanted to scan mine tho, I'd have gone and got one right away and flipped it out of it's protective covering at the first hint of a cocked eyebrow.

*sigh*

Superstore dyke. Thank you.

P.S. - I'm also PISSED that image.shack deems anything labled LESBIAN as "sexually explisit" and yet I can still do a search for "Hot Leather Girls"


SHE's not Lesbian (or leather) Is she hot? She looks confused. But yet again, SHE IS NOT LESBIAN - So it's OK I guess.

fuck you too image.shack!