Are we paranoid enough?
I may be getting to “that age”. You know; when the obituaries pass from a list of strangers to a chronicle of your own life. When phrases like “we were in school together” actually become relevant, rather than something heard from others. Today, the announcement of someone that I did go to school with (although we never shared classes), came across in the local newspaper, and I had to pause.
We don’t get an unlimited pass to life. At some point, my obituary will also get printed. I mean, I hope that moment is decades distant, but there is no given. So, a moment of reflection on the death of someone who aspired to great things, accomplished a few of his goals and still won’t be here tomorrow.
I mustn’t wax melancholic. There are too many other things to give me worries. Why, just an hour ago, I watched a video where the owner of a new USB memory key reminded the rest of us that malware is a thing. A confession: I have four of these, recently received, at a price too low to pass up. And now I’m going to have to get aggressive with the reformat, erase, reformat game. On a computer that is adequately sandboxed (hey, Pi). With any luck, I’ll avoid the near occasion of sending all of my personal data to an alien, or to someone that I’ll never meet. I know about such things, but what about the rest of you. Are you paranoid enough to play online in a world where someone is always “watching and waiting”? I doubt it.
