I Wanna Be Quentin Tarantino

I Wanna Be Quentin Tarantino

I have been sick for nearly a week. Nothing fatal. Just a cold and laryngitis. But the thing about being sick is it makes me crabby.

Really really crabby.

Like screaming-at-the-top-of-my-lungs crabby.

Like why-don’t-I-know-more-four-letter-words crabby.

So what I’ve done, in the interest of not taking all this out on anyone who doesn’t deserve it – you know, like drivers, store clerks, my dogs – I’ve been posting on the MFM series.

It’s password protected and with good reason.

By nature, I am fairly restrained; however, I do need to rant on occasion. I do need to rave. So, if you want to read ranting and raving, check out the MFM series. You’ll need a password, which most of you have already.

And if you read the MFM series, remember what I keep telling myself:

Emotions are fluid. They change daily, sometimes hourly. They are not good or bad. They just are.

And the MFM series is filled with all those not good/not bad emotions.

Thank you, Pete Nappi

They may very well be human, after all...

So, yesterday I went a little berserk to discover that Cyveillance had been back on my site, and as I explained on yesterday’s post, I kind of went off on Pete Nappi.

Well, today is a different day, and time to give credit where credit is due.

Today I called Pete, apologized for my rant yesterday, and explained why the company’s presence is so distressing to me.

He told me he understood and let me know I’d put on the company’s ‘exclude’ list.

Thank you, Pete. And again, I’m sorry about yesterday.

Don’t You Have Any Real Terrorists to Catch?

They're at it again...

So okay, I got out of bed this morning and first thing checked my logs to see who’d been on this site and my mfcooke.com site – yeah, okay, if that sounds a little compulsive, a tad obsessive, it probably is, but anyway: it is what it is.

And, for reasons I won’t go into, checking the logs these days requires a great deal of effort. Not fun.

So anyway what I find is that IP 38.100.21.188 has been on the site.

Now, I have enough experience with Cyveillance to recognize a lot of their IP addresses, and this one looked familiar, but I looked it up anyway.

The thing is: I’ve blocked several IP addresses associated with Cyveillance already. In addition, I’ve attempted to block the entire company through my hosting plan. Guess that’s not working so well.

But the other thing is: This 38.100.21.188 IP address came in through a very odd referrer: http://obmil.com/ahalordedun.php.

So I looked up the link on March 29, when I first saw that Cyveillance had been on my site, and at that time, it seemed  - although I am not an IT expert, by any means – that this obmil.com thing enabled an IP address to access a site from which it’s been blocked.

But now – in April – when I check the link, it ties back to pictures of food on the Coppermine Photo Gallery.

Pretty weird. Pretty creepy. May or may not have anything to do with Cyveillance at all.

I have since resolved my issues with Cyveillance. Once I knew the right person to go to – Pete Nappi – I no longer had problems.

In September, I wrote Cyveillance back requesting that they stay off my site, but I didn’t know about Pete, so I kept blocking IP addresses I know that I knew belonged to Cyveillance.

So I on March 29 when I saw the company had once again been on my site – I got pretty ticked.

This time I called.

I talked to Pete, and I admit I was none too pleasant. I asked him what Cyveillance is doing on my sites, and he began to explain what kind of company Cyveillance is. I cut him off and reiterated I just wanted the company off my site.

To which, he responded,  ”Well, if you’re going to take that tone. I need the URLs.”

That was at 8:16. At 8:24, Cyveillance was at it again.

And at 10:32, the company attempted to get on the site but was blocked.

As I mentioned, I have since resolved my issues with Cyveillance primarily because Pete, once I apologized the next day and once I explained why I wanted the company off my site, was terrific.

Still, in my opinion and this is an opinion from a left-wing, former hippie/political activist, Cyveillance is pretty darn creepy. Way too stealthy. Way too invasive.

And, at this point in my life, I’ve got more than enough creeps invading my personal life.

All Four Pretending to be Good.

Cyveillance Ad Nauseum



First up. I admit, I’m going a bit nuts out here in the Land of Enchantment. I’m not a terrorist. I’m not a spy. I don’t give a fuck about Big Business, and still Cyveillance keeps coming after me. Please, Cyveillance, leave me alone. And I’ll leave you alone. (More about this further down.)

So okay okay, I’ve complained bitterly about my rotten animals, right? And I’ve taken pictures to preserve the “evidence” against them should I ever need to go to court. Haha. Like that’ll ever happen.

But I’ve now totally given up. No more pictures. Just bitter ruminations. :)

I got up this morning and discovered that one of the cats – which one? Come on, cats, give it up. Which one of you was it? – had dumped the Rubbermaid cat food container all over the kitchen floor.

Why?

Why?

Might as well ask why the sun shines. Who the hell knows?

But…

On top of the cat thing, my cable is out. Completely. Kaput. And tomorrow is 24. I am addicted to that show.

Good news:

Last night I saw Enter the Haggis. Check them out. They are my daughter’s favorite band. They are awesome. They were at the South Broadway Cultural Center in Albuquerque, the last date of their New Mexico tour. They are a Celtic/Rock/Fusion band from Toronto. And they have the best song ever. Told my daughter last night that she’s in charge of seeing that it’s sung at my funeral when I die: One Last Drink.

Awesome song. Awesome sentiment behind it.

Okay. So I’m in a not bad mood. Except…

Well, there’s always something, isn’t there?

Yeah? Yeah.

See I have this other website: mfcooke.com. Nothing on it. I haven’t maintained it or anything. Nothing absolutely nothing of consequence.

Guess who’s been on it?

Yup, you guessed it. First off: J’s whacked-out attorney. And second: Cyveillance. Really, please, please check them out. See what they do. And then tell me what in the hell they want with me.

March 20: The First Day of Spring

I Never Should Have Gotten Out of Bed. It's Still Nighttime.

Honestly, I don’t even know why I got out of bed.

It’s March 20 – the first day of Spring – and we have SNOW. Not a little bit of powdery snow. NO. We have a wet, heavy blanket of snow.

I’m almost ashamed that the snow is doing me in like this. After all, I’m from the Midwest, did most of my growing up in the Chicago area, which is not known for pleasant weather.

I thought I could take it.

I was wrong.

And I know that James Kicklighter – the filmmaker I’ve mentioned previously – kind of likes snow, but he’s in Georgia where the snow fell only once this year.

Front Yard - March 20, 2010

Right, James? Am I remembering correctly?

And as I’m also remembering – the snow that fell in Georgia this year was the first in at least 20 years? I think I’ve got that correct.

But geez…

The streaks of white? It's snow.

I’m in New Mexico. We don’t get this kind of snow except in the mountains. Or in Santa Fe, and you all know my feelings about Santa Fe these days – that whacked-out, shrieky, creepy lawyer has pretty much ruined the entire city for me. And actually it’s not that bad a place, but I digress.

I was talking about the snow.

About the snow snow snow snow snow SNOW!!

Yuck yuck yuck and double yuck.

I am going back to bed.

MacHighway

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