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The morning was clear as Oscar and I made our way down the elevator for the new morning routine. We walked past the water fountain on path to the doggie walk. On cue soon as his feet touch grass he is finding a spot to squat. Looking around I caught glimpse of Ferrari Red. It is a very difficult color to not catch in your eye if you are a male over the age of two. There is something about it that screams at a male’s insides and draws you in. In departure from our usual right turn and entrance back into the building I decided to go in closer. The machine was beautiful in a way only fine Italian automobiles can be. From the stitch of the leather to the rims’ shinny brilliance the automobile was amazing. In what would be an ultra rare observation in the state of Alabama, it is common to come across these type of cars. I live across the street from a Porsche dealer so my senses are becoming numb with each passing day. ...

I setup the Cube in the living room today. After hooking it up to the Xbox controller and big screen I am ready for some Mario Kart throw down. Now if you will excuse me I have some Mario Brothers to reminisce over…

I rarely carry cash around (as evident by the many lunches I owe coworkers) and often times find bones of it in pockets. Tonight as I threw on my jacket from last years cold spell I found a bill wrapped around the inner chest pocket. Like a time capsule my mind raced to when the green had found its way in there. The times are so rare that I carry money that it shouldn’t be hard to recall the exact moment. ...

This morning with my lungs pressed up against the cool morning air I ran through the country. Past the cows in the pasture and up the hill where the horses drink from the pond. This backdrop is like a cheesy background you find draped against people’s computer screens to make them forget the cube they live in. Today’s world allows for me to pound my feet against Country Road 45 and tomorrow race to the Pentagon like an ant for the peanut butter sandwich dropped on a playground. Why on Earth would I trade the beauty of these stars for the twinkle of the skyscraper? ...

I run Windows XP in a virtual machine for those few programs that lack Linux and Mac clients. I booted my FULLY PATCHED, FIREWALLED, and Windows XP Service Pack 3 to find gay sex fetish icons. Oh, gosh, I didn’t even realize I loved me some gay pr0n. When we move to virtualized solutions and slowly get rid of Windows enviroments we often forget that it is still a vulnerable machine. More and more users are booting Windows simply to interface with their corporate enviroments and not following under the security posture they believe to be in. ...