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Honest CSIS, I was trying to download information on a couple of major league ballplayers named Upton, not Kate Upton, the swimsuit girl.
The fact that I stumbled on Ms. Upton’s images five times, before I got to the baseball playing Upton’s is really not my fault! I swear, it’s a well recorded fact in the office, my computer manipulation skills are limited and well, any computer can mistake a baseball Upton from a sorta swimming Upton.
In case you are a bit older, Kate Upton is 2015’s answer to the 1980’s Raquel Welch. Get it? That leads to an update on an old joke. The definition of eloquence is the ability to describe Kate Upton without using your hands.
Why I’m making this public declaration is because I am well aware that whatever I post or take away from online services, can be, (and probably will be), noted, recorded and reported by snoopy snoops. So I’m just doing a pre-emptive strike.
If the Canadian Intelligence Services Agency is curious about my computer searches, let it be known, I was looking for baseball Uptons. Not that there’s anything wrong with Kate! In fact, from what I could see, there is absolutely nothing wrong with Kate, while the baseball Uptons have recent histories of physical impairments, it didn’t look as if Kate any any physical impairments.
Everything you say, do and post is being traceable and accessible by practically anyone, anywhere. I’m just sending out this little red flag alert, in case you missed the opening of the 21st century.
I make no pretense at understanding the advanced tricks that computerphiles can do to either attack or endorse what we’re doing.
I’ll save them some time. What gets registered in my tiny cyberworld isn’t that interesting … on any sites. Some hockey trash talk, a few notes to relatives, maybe two Facebook postings in a good year, and absolutely Tweets and only 12 texts. I prefer to communicate in more traditional ways … it’s called conversation.
Swinging into a final comment for the week, if you’re heading over to Taber, Alberta for a weekend, leave your swear words at home or be subject to a fine.ÌýIt seems that community has passed a swack of local bylaws prohibiting such things as swearing, spitting and littering in public.
In Estevan, we haven’t gone into such detail, although we do have a bylaw against peeing in public, which I suppose is littering in some sense.
I expect if most municipal governments dived into their old files of bylaws, they would find civic laws already posted that prevent profane utterances in public, or horking luggies on the sidewalk in front of other pedestrians or letting your dog or horse drop a greeting in the park or dropping a hamburger wrapping in the parking lot, (two feet short of a public garbage container). But it seems in Taber, they’ve tackled these topics with renewed vigour.
I just feel sorry for the Taber Police Service who will be asked to try and enforce these nuisance bylaws regarding nuisance activities.
A little stroke of good manners, taught at an early age, would probably go a lot further than invoking and then feebly enforcing municipal bylaws that simply encourage common sense and decency.Ìý
