Happy Halloween Everyone

 The Vegetarian Zombie

 

You say what?

There,
following you

so close behind.

Moaning his grief,

the torture of his mind.

His arms reaching out,

grabs like its mine.

Stiff he waddles,

each step a Frankenstein's.

He was born on the hollows,

of all weens night.

Just ate the candy,

diluting his thoughts of foresight.

Ragged complexion,

blackness of skin.

A mouth drools open,

for the sweetness within.

Sweetness the parasite,

was his constant friend.

A Mother's warning,

never heeded in the end.

Now hide if you can,

from his constant pursuit.

Learn he has,

the value of your vegetables

and fruit.

He raids your gardens,

at night he does.

Eating your veggies,

the rightful healthier buzz.

No longer the monster,

once sickened by sweets.

Invigorating lifestyle,

is his new bag of treats.

1800 Aussie Ghost Story

 

Outside flashes a rogue of weather,

made my wife and I band together.

Before the fire that keeps us warm,

we sit protected against the storm.

Holding my wife, my life,

while she plays that teary fife.

A visitor does call on this frightful night,

to plead my help in his awful blight.

I have been known to dabble in those cases,

where mystery in itself is the basis.

Hear my wife, my life,

while she plays that weary fife.

What brings you here to knock on my door,

in conditions one should surely abhor.

Appearance of a Specter was I to investigate,

and if not for the weather I would not hesitate.

Now listen to my wife, my life,

while she plays that dreary fife.

I say to you, sit my old friend and gentleman,

we will wait out the storm, here, while we can.

Take of my food and drink of my ale.

Listen to the music my betroth here wails.

So listen to my wife, my life,

while she plays that leery fife.

I do not understand your laugh so hearty,

you embarrass me, while here you “Starve the Bardies.”

How can you look at me with such eyes,

as crazed by my promise to your query you apprise.

Holding my wife, my life,

while she plays that eerie fife.

I consider it an insult in my home no less,

by the display you foster of your mindless jest.

Now you dare to declare I am mad.

A sad comment coming from you, a frighten man.

Hear my wife, my life,

while she plays that bleary fife.

He who sees the Specters flying about.

What nerve you announce that I say you flout.

I will capture those Spirits all.

Never again will those Ghost screech their cursed call.

Now listen to my wife, my life,

while she plays that teary fife.

What do you say, you clown of the untrue,

my wife has perished this past year of the flu.

Then who sits besides me that I hold so dear,

an apparition you say that I should fear.

No, listen to my wife, my life,

while she plays that leery fife.

Never could I lose one so close to me.

You will take your leave, no longer welcomed you see.

I promise dear, that you I shall never leave,

that fool thinks I'm mad since I will not grieve.

I'll listen to my Wife, my life,

while she plays that dreary fife.

Why would I live in a world without you,

gloom overwhelming, a heart with nothing to do.

So sit here I will, with the fires to stoke,

burning the house, to be as you, a whisper of smoke.

I must listen for my Wife, my life, while she plays that eerie fife.

"The Curse Of Being A Vampire."

I can come out,

Only in the darkened night.

I am treated frighteningly,

In someone's surprised sight.

My anguish inside,

Torments me to the bone.

Did I ask for this?

No, but I bare it alone.

I was bitten from the bite,

as cold as Winter's frost.

The life I had before me,

Gone now, all lost.

Why, with no heartbeat,

Do my eyes still see?

Why, with my mind still thinking,

I know it is not me.

Now run away from me,

Do not play the hero fool.

The smell of life within you,

sets my fangs to drool.

To survive in this plight,

I am forced to drink your blood.

Afterwards, the guilt of murder,

Hits me like a flood.

Once, I was a good man,

never committing a mortal sin.

Then why was I burdened,

With all of Hell within?

I did not ask,

To roam the night undead.

Given eternal damnation,

For my soul, can never mend.

I thought of ending my life,

Going over to the Church.

Not until I have my revenge,

Upon the Beast that I still search.

He is a Beast whose victims,

Never fail to die.

Their life is cut, so very short,

But their souls, are always free to fly.

Then why did he decide,

That I should be the one?

To decay in darkness,

Never seeing the light of the Sun.

So I will follow the path of death,

I must eat along the way.

Until I meet up with that Beast,

Some future fateful day.

Then I will destroy him,

There will be no more of my kind.

Because the thought of your blood inside me,

Creeps through both of our cursed minds!

This is,

Handing Out Candy This Year,

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and caldron bubble.”

- William Shakespeare -

 

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Remembering The Darknet

 This is a story I wrote on
June 20th, 2015
when I was still highly motivated,
to write
Political Posts.
Originally,
it was called
The Darknet.

*****
I want to inform you about
The Darknet,
before the
NSA
busts down my door.
This
Post
is for a couple of friends of mine who always want to stay under the
"Grid."

All major
Internet Security Companies
and
Governments,
from around the
World,
will have you believe that the only reason for the
"Darknet"
existing,
is for criminal activity.

Wrong.

In reality,
it is one of the safest ways to communicate to one individual
or corporation when both parties want want to stay under the radar,
World Wide.
There is
Criminal Activity
on the
Darknet,
don't get me wrong,
but it is monitored daily,
 just like the internet you use everyday.

I am not going into detail,
on how to do it,
or why that is so.

If you can't find out on how to do it yourself,
you are not a cyberpunk,
or even a geek.

So you don't understand this
World
anyways.

I have some friends who the average person would consider,
paranoid of our
Federal Government.

Lets look at some examples of our
Government,
on all levels,
doing things wrong.
Maybe that is why some people are feeling a little paranoid.

The Patriot Act.

A couple years back,
Edward Snowden's
revealed that the
NSA
is spying on its
Citizens,
which used to be illegal.
But,
because of 
The Patriot Act,
there are loopholes.
Any phone call,
email,
text,
snail mail,
purchases,
or internet browsing,
coming into,
or going out of the
United States,
gives the
NSA
the
Right
to monitor
All Your Activity For Something Suspicious!
 Which person alive,
in the
U.S.
hasn't done at least one of those six items I've mentioned!
Then,
with the
NSA's
persistence of freezing someone's assets,
detaining
U.S. Citizens
longer than 72 hours without accusing them of a crime,
and their overall disrupting of a person's personal life,
where they can lose their job,
and lose their family before being cleared of all suspicion,
why shouldn't it be considered
Treason By Our Government,
 against the
American Public?

It is corruption
and it can happen to any individual
or
Government Agency
with a lot of power,
when there are no
Checks & Balances
to keep them in line.

Remember
Richard Jewel?

A bomb went off in
July, of 1996
in
Atlanta's Centennial Olympic Park,
killing one person
and injuring 111 others.

It could have been a lot worst if it weren't for
Mister Jewell.

He spotted the bomb when he was working security in the park.
He alerted the police right away
and helped them clear most of the people out of the area before it went off.

Then the
FBI,
Local Police,
and the
Media,
all branded him as the bomber.

Ruining his life.

He lost his job
and his family.

Spent most of the next few years,
branded as a
Terrorist.

Even though he was eventually cleared of any crime.

He was falsely accused because they couldn't find a suspect at first.

Eric Robert Rudolph
was able to set off three more pipe bombs,
on different occasions,
before he was identified as the real
Olympic bomber.

You want more?

Read your History books about the demagogic,
Joseph McCarthy.

As usual,
I could ramble on
and on about this subject.

But I want to point out,
I do not believe for one instance,
that the
U.S. Government,
of this
Great Country
of ours,
as a whole,
is corrupt
or evil.

It is individuals inside the
Government
who believe they have the right to manipulate circumstances,
believing they are changing the course of
History,
to what they believe,
is the right course.

Remember the treasonous
Lieutenant Colonel Oliver Laurence North?
(Iran-Contra Affair)

Today,
the media makes him look like a
Hero!

He is a criminal who had friends in
"High Places"
who bailed him out of trouble.

With no
Checks & Balances,
"Power Corrupts."

And some people are more worried then others about our Government's
corruption.

They want to stay under the
Government's Eye.

One way to do that is,
The Darknet!

This is,
The One Time Grey Hat Hacker,
Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“Oh, Wikipedia, with your tension between those who would share knowledge and those who would destroy it.”
- John Green -  

In a future
Post,
I will explain the difference between a
Black,
Gray,
and
White Hat Hacker.

That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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Bar-Code Tattoo

You have probably seen a movie

or two,

over the years,

where people are stamped with a bar-code,

identifying them

and there place in society.

One of the earliest movies I can remember was called

Fortress.

Made in 1992

and starring

Christopher Lambert.

There have been others,

but this is the first movie I can recall ever using the dreaded bar-code in such a dastardly

and evil way in controlling society.

Well,

I am here to tell you that

Bar-Codes

are not evil creatures.

They are just depicted that way on the big screen.

Here are some of the more friendly

and enjoyable string theory type bar-codes that we can savor with our

Sunday

morning coffee.

I can't say for sure,

but

Guitar Center

should be using that one.

 

If they haven't gone out of business already.

I do live in the

Temecula Valley Wine Country.

That bar code would look great on a nice bottle of red.

We do have to have a couple of scary ones.

It is

Halloween

on

Tuesday.

And this last one describes our evolution as a species.

Wait,

maybe the movies were right?

This is,

Getting A Bar-Code Tattoo When I Get Old Enough,

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“It’s a pity that virgins can’t be issued with some kind of bar-code.”
- Sara Craven, -

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Geek Saturday

I haven't been keeping up on my

Geeky Tech Talks

on

Saturdays

like I used to,

so I believe today is the day to revive those types of

Posts.

Especially this first story.

Since my kids,

grand-kids,

relatives,

friends,

and neighbors all use this

App

to try to talk to me.

Even though I have never once personally used it.

Hackers are now using Facebook Messenger to spread 'advanced' malware code.

By Jason Murdock for International Business Times on MSN.com/News

"Hackers are now using Facebook Messenger to circulate malicious links in an attempt to trick unsuspecting victims into downloading various forms of adware. It remains unclear how fast it is spreading – but experts believe it could be the result of stolen passwords, hijacked web browsers or a technique known as clickjacking. This was spreading via Facebook Messenger, serving multi-platform malware/adware, using tons of domains to prevent tracking, and earn clicks. The code is advanced and obfuscated, said David Jacoby, an expert at cyber-security firm Kaspersky Lab. The Facebook message used typical social engineering tactics to trick users into clicking a link – meaning the content was designed to appear personalized. In this instance, it came in the form of a short message with the victim's name, a shocked face emoji and a shortened Bit.ly link to a blurred out video."

 

More proof that using

Facebook

is really detrimental to your health!

Scientists find missing baryons -- half the universe's missing matter.

By Brooks Hays for UPI 

"Two separate teams of researchers have found half of the universe's hidden matter, partially solving a mystery that has long troubled astronomers. When it comes to the search for missing matter, dark matter -- the mysterious, invisible material accounting for roughly 80 percent of the mass of the universe -- hogs the headlines. But astronomers have also struggled to find a lot of visible matter, too. Now, a pair of research teams have found the missing matter. The matter is made up of particles called baryons, heavy subatomic particles made up of three quarks. Astronomers discovered the missing baryons among strands of hot, diffuse gas linking the universe's galaxies together -- the faintest portions of what's known as the cosmic web."

 I am still looking forward to

Dark Matter.

Because it matters!

Scientists Create Nano-particles That Help Antibiotics Kill Drug-Resistant Bacteria.

By Suraj Radhakrishnan for International Business Times on MSN.com/News

"Imagine a small nanobot injected into your bloodstream that travels through organs, identifies dead or dying cells, and eliminates them, effectively curing a disease. Does that sound too far-fetched? Researchers have recently taken significant steps in implementing nano-science in medicine. The scientists from the University of Colorado, Boulder, have engineered nano-particles, which can produce chemicals that make drug-resistant bacteria more susceptible to antibiotics, shortening the length of treatment. These bots are fundamentally quantum dots, which are capable of producing a chemical that makes the pathogen more reactive to the tried and tested antibiotics. This study, published in the journal, Science Advances, could help combat super-bugs that tend not to respond to a standard antibiotic treatment, increasing the treatment time and severity of methods of treatment."

 There you have it.

Some of the stories I have been reading

and find fascinating.

As

Spock

would say.

This is,

Always Willing To Learn,

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“The saddest aspect of life right now is that science gathers knowledge faster than society gathers wisdom.”
- Isaac Asimov -

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Remembering AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

 I miss moments like these with my
Grandson.
From
June 25th, 2015.
My
Post

AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

 ****
I was supposed to be on a little vacation this week up at
Big Bear, California.

That is why I said I'll be out of the office for a while on my previous
Post.

I was going to visit my friend
Bob
and his wife
Tamera.

They have a cabin up there.

Well,
of course,
problems arose.

First,
a 20,000-acre brush wildfire started heading towards the town of Big Bear.

Second,
my friend hurt his ankle,
where he had to go to the
Doctor
and have it checked out.

While there,
he asked the attending
Nurse,
who works for one of the
Air Quality Index Companies
on the side,
if it was a good idea for an asthmatic to come up to
Big Bear
right now.

She emphatically said no.

I'm the asthmatic.

So,
instead of enjoying the normally good clean mountain air,
or sipping on cold glasses of
Gin & Tonics,
and just overall relaxing from the grind of keeping my
Blog
updated,
I'm at home on the couch playing pin-ball on my
Xbox One.

I have four different tables I can choose from on my pinball game.

My goal is to reach 100,000,000 points
or more on each table.

I've already reached 100,000,000 points on two out of four games so far.
Now I'm working on my third.

I was at 93,000,000 points on
"The Walking Dead"
game
and confidently heading towards my goal,
when my
Grandson
decided he was bored.

Not only did he stand in front of me,
blocking my view of the big screen TV,
but he also had one of those rubber darts where,
if you lick it,
it will stick to a window
or other smooth surfaces.

Well,
he licked it.

Then he threw it
and it stuck on my forehead.
You never heard such laughter.

Thinking I would still be able to save my game if he would just get out of the way in time,
my hands never left the controller.

So there I was,
with a plastic dart stuck to my head,
when he moved.
Screaming,
I witnessed my last ball go past my flailing flippers into the center hole.

End of game.

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is,
It Is Always An Adventure With My Grandson,
Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“That's when I gave up pinball.”
- Haruki Murakami, -

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The Man From Mars - Episode Twenty Nine

   "Why me?" I asked, the once Vice President of Mars.
   "Why not you?" Is what Ponleak answered.
   "Come on. Don't give me that mumbo jumbo crap of an answer. Why me?" I asked heatedly.
   After all I have been through so far. Dreaming as if our lives were intertwined somehow. How could he tell me that reverse psychological crap of an answer.
   "Okay. I will tell you the truth." Ponleak said calmly. "I saw in you a strong quality of morals and principles, that not all humans have. You, of course, have not led a totally righteous life, but when it comes right down to it, I believe, your conscious will make you act in the proper manner concerning the amulet."
   "Thank you. I guess." I replied. Thinking he was trying to give me a compliment somehow. "But after holding on to it for so long yourself, why give it up now?"
   "There always come a time when a King must hand over his thrown to his sons. Be it through death or abdication. An old President, of any business venture, must make way for a younger Vice President with fresh aggressive ideas or the company will become stagnant." Ponleak was explaining. "It came time to see if the human race is ready to handle power of the amulet."
   "What if we aren't?" I asked ingenuously. "You know, that I know, that you and your kind have been the movers and shakers behind the human race for centuries. I cannot believe you haven't noticed our knack for destroying ourselves and killing what is good in this world. It all stems from coveting what our neighbors have."
   "What do you think happened on Atlantis? Or what you call Mars today." Ponleak said sadly. "We had one million years on Atlantis, or a little less than two million of your Earth years, to build a world and expand into the solar system. But what did we do as a species? We subjugated most of our people and let the few have everything. We let them have all the power, riches, and freedom. Instead of expanding into the solar system, we made laws to limit the amount of children a couple could have if they were not among the elite."
    Ponleak quieted down for the moment, as the waitress came back for the second time, asking frustratingly, "Are you ready to order yet?"
    Ponleak looked at me, and I understood I was to order first. Which I did. Then he ordered for himself and Tiny.
    We waited again, before speaking, as the waitress quickly came back with the coffee pot to fill our cups. Once she was done, he began again.
    "Over time, the few enacted law after law to ensure their family lineage would never loose power. They enacted laws so no one could climb above their inherited station in life. The few became richer and more powerful. Everyone else, became poorer."
    "Let me ask you this then?" I asked, staring straight into Ponleak's eyes. "If you were born and raised as one of the elite, how come you rebelled against your supposed inherited station in life?"
    "It was a well keep secret among a few powerful people." He replied. "My father had fallen in love with my mother whose station in life was far below of his. He saw a special beauty in her and an intelligence way above her level. So he made a deal with the previous Board of Directors and became the most notorious Chief of Security Atlantis has ever seen. Taking down people who made power plays against the Director. Making sure he always stayed in power, so the true story of where the woman he loved came from, was never told to the masses."
    I thought about it, then said, "You rebelled out of love for your mother then?"
    "Yes."
    "You wanted to change your society. Your whole way of life, so to speak?"
    Ponleak put his head down, seemingly talking to the table top.
    "I wanted everyone on Atlantis to have a fare shake in life. A chance to move up in the world if they deserve it. Or down if they were not worthy of the position they were in."
    Neither of us said a word after that, as the waitress came back with our meals.
    Tiny immediately jumped all over his food. I ate mine and Ponleak picked at his, deep in thought.
    Without the menus, we still tried to cover our conversation by talking with a fork full of food in front of our mouths, or the coffee cups just inches away from our lips.
    It was bugging me so much I had ask Ponleak, "What happened on Atlantis? I almost saw it in my dreams, what happened on those final days, but I was awoken before it was revealed to me." 
    Ponleak put his head down even further. Dropping his fork onto his plate and holding his face with both hands. Covering up the shame, or his fright, or his tears. I don't know.
    I will never know for sure because Tiny picked me up with one hand, knocking over half the contents on our table, waving a finger in front of me, as if to say no, no.
    The only noise came from the waitress, who didn't back down from Tiny's size at all, saying, "If you are going to fight, take it outside, or I will call the cops on you guys, right away."
     Tiny, still holding me in the air, got up, off his seat in the booth, and took me outside without me ever putting my feet on the ground. He held me there until Ponleak came outside and told him to put me down.
    Then he said, "I paid for our meals and left a hefty tip. But I believe Tiny's little display of strength has not gone unnoticed. I believe it is time for us to leave.
    With that a black limousine pulls up and Tiny throws me into the back seat.

To Be Continued....

Next Thursday.

 This is,

Never Been In A Limousine Myself,

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“In New York there is always something to look at, but it is all infinitely more interesting through a window in the backseat of a limousine.”
- Anna Godbersen, -

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