Encouragement (Fandango’s Friday Flashback)

Fandango posted the other day about how he just moved house, but he sounds like he’s getting back to normal and a short while ago he posted his Friday Flashback.

I have always liked that idea, so shall also post my own. As much as anything, it reminds me of where I was. Hopefully, you will find it entertaining too.

Actually I see today’s flashback as progress, although you probably won’t pick up on that. I started the blog mainly to chart my recovery, so many of the early posts are about my health. I then started getting back up to speed workwise, reskilling, looking for work, and I wrote a lot of stuff on that theme.

Nowadays, my writing is more general, I am less focussed on my health, work just trundles on, and I have regained some, at least, of my former interests.

I like to compare it to a football which has gone flat over time, where you pump air back into it, it gets more and more inflated to the point where it can be used once again. That’s the recovery process. Better, bit by bit.

As for my post, you can judge it for yourselves. It is from a year ago, although I can’t remember what the motivation was, but as far as I’m concerned, every word is still good. I try to read as many posts as I can, and I try to remember to like pretty much everything I read, just to show my appreciation for the time and effort its author spent writing it. If that small token helps somebody realise that their work is being read and appreciated, then I have helped.

Mister Bump

Tony Benn (1925 – 2014) was a British politician who never quite reached the top but who had a long career, including spells as a cabinet minister. He retired from Parliament in 2001, as he said it, to devote more time to politics. He was an avid diarist throughout his life, and as a retiree embarked on a series of sell-out tours, just where he used to talk about his views on different subjects. Even for a veteran politician, his views resonated with a younger audience, winning a poll in a politics programme as their Political Hero in 2007 – not bad for someone who’d been retired for six years!

On the other side of the coin, he is not always remembered so fondly. While I remember the opposition politician who happened to be on the right side (i.e. same side as me!) of many issues, my friend (who…

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Let’s Be Careful Out There

A couple of days ago I posted on here, below, which had a poll in it.

Fair enough, it was a bit of nonsense, and only one person other than myself decided to vote (the opposite way to me, as it goes. It generally seems a bit weird to like my own posts – of course I bloody like it, otherwise it’d never have gone live! – but I have no problem voting in my own polls).

The post, fair enough, expressed my view, but I also used it as an opportunity to see how polls worked, in case I want to use them in the future. If you read the post, then you’ll have seen that I got that working fine, and that the resulrs, such as they are, did all appear by magic.

But I did find something quite sinister, so it is worth reading on.

I went to crowdsignal.com. I didn’t check, but from the look and feel, it seemed exactly like a WordPress site. It even accepted my WordPress credentials to log in. I went onto this site, created my free account, and created my poll.

In the process, I saw that CrowdSignal also offered a premium account. Paid-for, of course. First question: what’s the difference?

I saw that if I bought a premium account, one of the things it would buy me is the IP address of every voter. Now, whether we realise it or not, we all have an IP address. Every time we connect to the internet, our ISP hands us an IP address as part of the login process. If somebody views dodgy content on the internet, this is how the authorities will get them. It’ll require court orders and the like if the authorities want your ISP to divulge your identity, but the data trail is there, if anybody bothers to look for it.

So, the IP address basically identifies who we are. Not our names, but our computer. How far it goes, beyond that, will depend. But the buck doesn’t necessarily stop there.

So I guess what I am saying is just to be careful if you respond to one of these polls – they’re not necessarily as anonymous as you might think.

Mister Bump

As I was browsing through my reader this morning, I saw a post from CARAMEL. In her post, she refers to Valentine’s Day.

Now, I’ve been married almost 21 years. In fact our anniversary is next month. See? I do remember it! That’s probably not long in comparison to a lot of you, but plenty long enough to have decided whether she’s a good’un or not*.

* most of the time 🙂

On the subject of Valentine’s Day, we both agree that we can’t be bothered. As with many festivals, it just seems like an excuse for somebody to try and sell us something. Wrap something in a pretty bow, claim it is for Valentine’s, then double the price. And, it’s probably something we never wanted in the first place!

But in saying that, I’m aware that I am the original Ebenezer Scrooge! (Okay, maybe not quite the original 🙂)…

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