Early Shmoocon Thoughts

I’m kind of hanging back in the room until the keynote, after watching the opening.

A single thought comes to mind — maybe the thing was better last year just because the “break it” track was gone?

One of the things that really bothered me a couple of years ago was the focus on destruction. To me, so much emphasis is placed on building these monolights that destruction becomes job number one

Maybe in the past it was smart to worry about how to get rid of things, keep them from prying eyes. I really wonder now if that’s true.

Thinking about my own gear I have with me. I get hacked, and…? Congratulations, you got some of my music library, and endless revisions of my resume.

Getting the former might entice you to go see them play a show. Getting the latter might entice you to call me for an interview. And?

The keynote appears to be about what steps you, as an individual, can take to prevent getting pwned. Guess what — you can’t completely avoid it, short of moving to a cabin somehwere in Montana. If the speaker focuses on what strategies are most effective, it’ll be a worthwhile talk.

I’m not holding my breath, intentionally, at least. (My diaphragm does its own thing from time to time.) I’d like to see something where someone actually does the research to quantify the risks and effectiveness.

So, your endpoint device is locked down tight? Give me a minute to find the fuck I’m not giving since nothing important is stored there these days.

Sunday Discontent

I’m not sure why I write more on Sundays. Football is on right now, but I really don’t care; I will root for whoever the AFC sends. Was disappointed in the Saints yesterday, but…. I will say this: Harbaugh and Steve Smith manage to make the Seachickens look downright classy.

Perhaps I write because I have time to reflect on what happened the week before. I marvel at some people’s commitment to doing the wrong thing, despite being shown what the right thing is. (And rant about willful ignorance redacted. I haven’t bought enough professional certifications to make my observations relevant. My experience is unimportant.)

Perhaps I’m fretting about the week to come.

Take your pick.