Laptop camera spy-guy stuff.


Late last year and earlier this year, we had some kerfluffle about the NSA and other spook organizations getting into our personal stuff and, amongst other things, turning on web cameras and microphones to spy on us without our knowing. Above, see what the built-in camera on my laptop sees. Not terribly exciting is it? OK, ladies– please take a number and wait your turn– but otherwise not all that exciting. Me, in all my work-clothes glory, in my “home office” on this machine. For those interested– yes the photo is recent– a couple of days ago in fact– taken while I had some time and was curious about what this machine can do. That same camera does video, so when I upgrade here I’ll be able to run actual video from this camera “for what it’s worth”.

Now, I guess the actual point is that for most of us, the privacy concern really isn’t all that great. You can’t imagine anything less interesting for a spook to have to look at day after day after day than the photo or video above. Wild guess that most stuff within range of a laptop camera is gonna be like that. If I could get a peek at you sitting by your machine,– yeah, unless you’re a real heart-throb and you’re running your laptop in a pleasure-room, it’s probably pretty boring to look at what your camera puts out too.

So— when discussing NSA spying on you’nme, my wild guess is that we’re actually talking of the SPIRIT behind unauthorized snooping, and not any actual danger of getting caught doing something. But— that spirit behind unauthorized snooping is still important– so important that it’s forbidden in spirit in the Bill of Rights, and is not to be casually dealt with.

We trash our right to privacy at our own peril, and once we let our government trample our rights it won’t be so easy to get those rights back.

OK— having said that– I’ll probably post a couple of photos right here on the blog, and of course anything here is publicly view-able, so obviously a bit of license is given to government snoops who see a photo posted right out in the open here. That’s my thought for the moment.


End of year musings.

It’s that time of year when we all sit down and have a think about what this last year has been like and what the year to come promises. Last things first: I’d be lying through my teeth if I told you I had any idea what next week is going to look like, much less trying to figure the entire year to come. My business– expedited freight– is on a “fireman’s schedule”. The bell rings, you go. The bell doesn’t ring, you sit and watch television. Since this business is entirely dependent on waiting for the next call– right now I sit and wait.

About this year past: I’m doing better– marginally– this year than I did this time last year. Last year I was 2,500 dollars below zero, sometimes having to ask the company to forward me gas money so I could do the run they were asking me to do. Today my account is above zero as often as not, and I can actually afford to breathe a little for the moment. I have a couple of “breakdown issues” to attend to, but nothing financially crippling just yet anyway.

Upon reflecting on my spiritual life, I can only say– thank God I didn’t get what I deserve. Neither did you, if you’re reading this, so don’t go putting on airs.  God did give me grace to make it through another year, so let us be thankful for that. He’s been with me through some tight spots, worked with me to set me straight– I seem to need a lot of that– and in general provided both physical sustenance and spiritual support through prayer and through friends in the Church.

General news: Global Warming is nowhere to be seen when you really need it, the NSA got caught spying on us, turns out their friends in Her Majesty’s Secret Service have been in on it too– I dare say the Queen will know about these words written here before you do– the place I used to keep my blog, photos and much of my forum postings– MyOpera– notified us that they will be closing shop come March 1st, and of course we have, here in Illinois, the standard political squabbling in Springfield and in the Rahmulan Empire– Chicago City Hall to those of you unfamiliar with Emperor Rahm’s Imperious demands. It is now legal for a man to marry his boyfriend, but illegal for them to discuss the details of their wedding on hand-held cell phones while driving. I could, with a little research, come up with other goofy stuff, but why??


So– see you next year. Which should happen here in the Western ‘Burbs of Chicago in about 6 hours or so.