More pictures as it comes together.
RFID Is My Life…. Honest!
This is an article published in the SAIT Alumni Link magazine for a project I’m working on. Though RFID is not really my life its definitely the centre of my work-life. Click Here to read the article.
Vegas: City of Education
Our driver for the ride in from the airport welcomed us to the “City of Education” where in we would have the opportunity to learn many new things about ourselves.
Password Security: Get Your Shit Together, Zaal
So I got an interesting email from Google this evening:
The attacker had my password and my gmail account name. The only reason they didn’t get into my account, I think, is because I use two-factor authentication that requires me to input a randomly generated number from the Google authentication app that resides on my phone before it will complete the authentication process and allow full access.
The worrying thing for me was wondering how my password was compromised. I actually put some brain cells behind the process and realized I gotten incredibly lazy in my choice of password since I’d activated two factor. My password was 8 characters consisting of 6 alphas and 2 numbers and three different permutations that I rotate through over the course of a year. I’ve since changed that password, and any others that used such a simple algo and changed it to something I use on other sites which consists of four words that mean absolutely nothing when put together, equal 25 characters in length and are easily remembered.
Still concerned, I visited BreachAlarm.com and discovered that there was a data breach at Xsplit.com back in 2013 and some of that data was only brought to light on the 25th of October of this year. No coincidence that a month later, my email account is being prodded with the hope of taking it over.
The cool thing about most web-based accounts these days (I’ll add that this is in my experience) allow for the main email attached to an account will be notified in the event of a change in account information. Because of this, the attacker really wants to take over the contact email account so they can control the information reaching the target before the attacker’s actions have reached completion.
So I’ll just put this one here, again, for the use of people who may be of the mind that your password needs to be hard to remember. Your password doesn’t need to be complex; just needs to be difficult to guess.
My Fallout 4 Journey
Just wanted to share the process I went through to get my copy of the Pip Boy Edition for Fallout 4 (pictured below).
When I got wind of the PipBoy Edition that was going to be released in very limited quantities, I realized that I was a bit late to the party: Bethsoft, Amazon, Best Buy and EBGames Canada were all sold out already. So started my vigil in attempting to track down my own copy.
Why Did You Do That?
My Very Own PipBoy!!!
BlackJack: Or How I’m Proving I’m Not My Father
Sly and I have made an annual trip to Vegas during the Xmas break. It’s turned into a bit of a tradition and I’ll tell you why (in no particular order):
- Inexpensive
- Endless entertainment options
- World Class dining establishments
- No snow
- No (family) drama
After our first trip we really understood how Vegas could answer the holiday blues for us. When it came time to decide our vacation the next Xmas break, it was a very easy decision to make. So we went again. And it was glorious.
We ate at Burgr, had a champagne brunch (bring on the pitcher of mimosa!!!) , and saw Zarkana, another of the incomparable Cirque de Soleil shows. We visited the Mob Museum, wandered around Fremont Street and did some shopping at the North and South Premium Outlets! Our hotel last year was the MGM Grand and our room was so fantastic, we’ll be using them for our hotel again due to the amenities and the proximity to the theatre we attend to see a movie or two. (Last year we managed to get into a preview of Into the Woods! So cool!). See the gallery below for some pictures.
You’ll notice something from the list of activities above: no gambling in a city where gambling is one of the main draws. Not to say we didn’t gamble! Sly and I spent a bit of time at a Walking Dead slot machine and had a great time. We even ended up coming out significantly ahead due to a lucky spin. But that was it, nothing else. No poker, no blackjack, no roulette.
As you may or may not know, my Father was a gambler. Even worse, he was a gambler that didn’t know when to quit and, I realize now, didn’t understand that gambling to excess is like anything else: damaging to yourself and those around you. Eventually he lost something of value beyond a few restaurants and money: he lost his family.
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