After the latest attempt to hack the pond - move along people, nothing to see here - the pond was fooling around, and was amused to check out the source of all the hacked CNN streams that turn up on YouTube ... it had to be the Ruskis ...
Some of the streams carry a link to a dot com site, which offers American cable news streams, which as can be seen above turn up on Odnoklassiki, the shonky Russian equivalent to YouTube ... and the CDN host is mycdh.me, owned by a shelf company located in Limassol, Cyprus, home to many Russians.
The pond cautions attending the site without some protection of the digital condom kind ... at best, it's probably doing data mining, and at worst who knows, because the pond didn't care to reveal itself ...
The trail quickly petered out, and the pond lost interest ...
The chances of getting Automatic/Wordpress, ironically an American company, to hand over details without a warrant is somewhere between zilch and zero and nada, and with client transfer prohibited, the chance of getting the domain suspended would be tricky even for cable folk who didn't like the notion ...
And so once again American capitalism gets done over by Russian digital ingenuity ... and the Donald, seriously compromised, sells the country down the river. Does it get any better than this?
Meanwhile, back in Oz, the pace has slackened in the Barners affair, with only the Currish Snail maintaining the tree killer front page rage ...
Now the pond could have sought other distractions ... apart from the Ruskis, there was this grand entry in the lizard Oz ...
But even for the pond the vegan-fearing Mark Higgie was just too fucking weird and straight from the angry old man school of the barking mad shouting at clouds... Greg Hunters can find him here ...
Worse still, it's just the reptiles compressing two articles already scribbled by Higgsy for the Speccie mob ...
Worse still, it's just the reptiles compressing two articles already scribbled by Higgsy for the Speccie mob ...
Oh reptiles, has it come to this? Recycled ranting from the Speccie crowd, and for this you put up the paywall?
Besides, these days the Speccie mob threaten to turn into a regular Friday pond feature ... the pond is ecstatic at the way that a Speccie Friday is proving a spectacular hit, with Giles showing that the way to generate comments on the pond is to be truly loopy ...
Speaking of paywalls and even better news, the Terror persists in hiding the Devine, and the pond is all for it. The more that the Devine disappears behind a paywall, the better for New South Wales, humanity, and the world ...
Here's what the pond is missing ...
... for this they want shekels across the palm?
Condemning adultery and upholding standards of sexual propriety?
Was it only last week that the Devine was tweeting and scribbling about unhealthy righteousness and a sanctimonious pile-on?
Was it only last week that the Devine was tweeting and scribbling about unhealthy righteousness and a sanctimonious pile-on?
If the pond never reads another Devine piece, it will be as blissful as never again having to endure root canal therapy ...
But still, Barners called, and the pond could see that the lizard Oz was on the digital case ...
There could be only one choice for Joyce ... our Gracie ...
... especially as our Gracie introduced an historical note ...
Now to be fair, the earlier piece reporting on our Junie gave every sign of the intrepid reporter from Oz, one Primrose R., hitting on the whiz idea of ringing up our Junie as a way of gaining an angle, with silly Junie making the mistake of chatting away with Primrose R. about the tediousness of all this talk of being prim and proper ...
Talk about setting up an easy mark for our Gracie ...
Well yes, and as the pond said a few days ago, the pond recalled seeing Jim on a regular basis outside the Prahan markets trying to flog his books, back in the days when the pond was living just down the road in Windsor ... and what a pitiful, painful sight it was, as if Jim, by example or words, was in a position to do anything about changing the way that the world works ...
But there's that line, "Morosi emerged from the past to lambaste the media."
Did she, or did Primrose ring her up and ask her about her thoughts on being prim and proper?
Was it the lizard Oz that helped her emerge from the past, and ask her to pose for a snap, or did she ring up the reptiles to vent?
Was it the lizard Oz that helped her emerge from the past, and ask her to pose for a snap, or did she ring up the reptiles to vent?
Who knows, but it's an interesting semantic point, as the pond kept on with the righteous lashing handed out by our Gracie ...
Well yes, our Joycie at one time used to parade his family around in honour of traditional marriage and all the rest of it, while at the same time, Julia Gillard was given the boots and all treatment ...
The hot links are at Junkee here, and it's why, in the end, the pond can't get enough of Barners and the payback ... the hubris and the hypocrisy are so naked, the serving of the sour grapes such pure fun ...
Driven by hunger, a Barners tried to reach some generous allowances and grapes hanging high on the vine but was unable to, although he leaped with all his strength. As he went away, the Barners remarked 'Oh, you aren't even ripe yet! I don't need any sour grapes or all the little dodges and wheezes needed to keep a couple of families in the style to which I'm accustomed.' People who speak disparagingly of things that they cannot attain would do well to apply this story to themselves. (Or some such thing - Greg Hunters will find the original here)
And so to a final serve of our Gracie ...
Ah, our Gracie couldn't resist a mention of biological parents, thereby conflating the old Ponzi schemes run by the Catholics and others in ancient times with the more modern idea of families with two mothers ... you know, like Christine Forster and Virginia Edwards ...
Well the pond has only one regret in all this ... for some strange, bizarre reason, the reptiles didn't attach a CV to our Gracie's piece, so the pond decided to take one from the back of her LP.
It'll need clicking on to enlarge, but it's just readable ...
And with that bit of history done, there's just time for a little colour, with the pond spotting this on a recent walk in Enmore ...
No junk politicians either ... the pond doesn't give a fuck. We'll get our Gracie to scribble furiously and hassle you ...
"...with Giles showing that the way to generate comments on the pond is to be truly loopy"
ReplyDeleteNow, now, DP, there's almost always a comment or three (and I confess to being guilty of some of them), but basically, like your comments re Higgie (" just too fucking weird and straight from the angry old man school of the barking mad shouting at clouds"), sometimes there's just nothing much worth adding. Especially when you have basically said it all, already, replete with words and pictures.
But yeah, Giles did provoke a few inputs didn't he. Not a patch on the Fruity Flinty, mind you, and in any case a very much lesser light than the ineffable Scrutoniser, but certainly a conversation starting irritant nonetheless.
I remain in awe of Dorothy's ability to turn the inedible stale bread* and assorted fruits offered on any given day into a delicious Summer Pudding for us. But a bit of speck adds a hearty smokey savour to any bien paysan food when we can get a bit.
ReplyDeleteToo many in the reptile house are just tiresome CAAARRPing middlebrows, but Giles is the full-smash mixed nut selection. He'll be fun for a while, although I'm already close to asking the fatal question "who hurt you?
*or damper, I s'pose, since much of it comes from the Oz.
"How's that for breathtaking spin and disgusting justification of rank deception?"
ReplyDeleteOn a par with claiming the woman you've been having an intimate relationship with and is now bearing your child, isn't your partner.
And talk of misreading train wrecks? Our Gracie has been doing that for years.