Seen on the street in Kyiv.

Words of Advice:

"If Something Seems To Be Too Good To Be True, It's Best To Shoot It, Just In Case." -- Fiona Glenanne

“The Mob takes the Fifth. If you’re innocent, why are you taking the Fifth Amendment?” -- The TOFF *

"Foreign Relations Boil Down to Two Things: Talking With People or Killing Them." -- Unknown

“Speed is a poor substitute for accuracy.” -- Real, no-shit, fortune from a fortune cookie

"If you believe that you are talking to G-d, you can justify anything.” — my Dad

"Colt .45s; putting bad guys in the ground since 1873." -- Unknown

"Stay Strapped or Get Clapped." -- probably not Mr. Rogers

"The Dildo of Karma rarely comes lubed." -- Unknown

"Eck!" -- George the Cat

* "TOFF" = Treasonous Orange Fat Fuck, A/K/A Dolt-45,
A/K/A Commandante (or Cadet) Bone Spurs,
A/K/A El Caudillo de Mar-a-Lago, A/K/A the Asset., A/K/A P01135809

Friday, October 26, 2012

Pocket Litter, the Data That You Carry

Stratfor put out an interesting article about "pocket litter" and how much data can be gleaned from it.

It's not just cops who can do the gleaning, of course. So you may want to take a hard look at the stuff you've got in your wallet, your pockets, your purse and in your smartphone.

2 comments:

w3ski said...

My home is like hoarder 101.
It would be really funny to see the look on some "teams" face with the mounds of shit to go thru here! I had to help the inlaws clean up Mom's home. Took us 6 full weeks, but she had a larger house than we do. And every box and bag had to be gone thru by hand.
w3ski

The New York Crank said...

If you're afraid of being stopped and frisked for pocket litter, you should add to it rather than eliminating it.

Insert in pockets four or five very wet, snottym and ragged tissue; a small sealed plastic bag of dog poop; a sheep's eyeball in a sealed plastic tube of formaldehyde; and a couple of aspirin in a a box labeled "psoriasis medication" Then, when stopped by a cop who asks what you're carrying, simply shrug and say, "Search me!"

Crankily yours,
The New York Crank