If You Facebook, You are SO Screwed...

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If You Facebook,

You are SO Screwed...

Well, that may be a bit of an exaggeration, but not by much.

It seems that a clever programmer has created a Firefox plug-in that lets you masquerade as the owner of the Facebook account. Those of you that have had your emails hacked and spurious emails sent from your account to everyone in your address book are victims of this plug-in.

It's Big Problem for Websites, writes Darlene Storm at Computer World:
"Although many websites give lip service about how important their users' privacy and security is to them, very few have their entire site encrypted with HTTPS. Most sites encrypt the username and password during the login process, but most of those sites stop encrypting and protecting the user right there. As soon as a user moves on to a regular HTTP page on the site, an attacker can sniff and capture the user's cookie information."


According to Evelyn Rusli at TechCrunch:
"Apparently many social network sites are not secured, beyond the big two, Foursquare, Gowalla are also vulnerable. Moreover, to give you a sense of Firesheep’s scope, the extension is built to identify cookies from Amazon.com, Basecamp, bit.ly, Cisco, CNET, Dropbox, Enom, Evernote, Facebook, Flickr, Github, Google, HackerNews, Harvest, Windows Live, NY Times, Pivotal Tracker, Slicehost, tumblr, Twitter, WordPress, Yahoo, Yelp. And that’s just the default setting— anyone can write their own plugins, according to the post."

Read the full post here: An Idiot's Guide to Hijacking Facebook.

Read it and weep my friends, read it and be angry.

Best Regards,
Albert A Rasch™
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Member: Hunting Sportsmen of the United States HSUS (Let 'em sue me.)
The Hunt Continues...


PS I am sure Bore Patch will have more on this for us.

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Blogs of Note: Hunt Like You're Hungry!

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Hunt Like You're Hungry

I was blog hopping the other day, and I bumped into Hunt Like You're Hungry. I'll tell you what, I like a catchy blog name, and this one pulled me in like a Mako shark to a cute, fuzzy, but oh so tasty baby Harp seal.

I loved the story telling, so I left HLYH a comment and mentioned I would highlight her blog on the Rodeo. But as y'all have already surmised, two blogs in on the rodeo, and I got pulled away to places unknown! Contracting, it's not just a job, it's an adventure...

So here I am making up for lost time!

Image Credit: HLYH

Lisa, the author and editor of Hunt Like You're Hungry, writes well, is an accomplished bowhunter, and has just one wish in life:

"I wish camo could replace all other fashionable clothing so people would stop looking at me funny."

I'm all in agreement with that, though I wonder what Armani could do with MultiCam? Anyway, knowing ladies I could just hear the comments,"Is he wearing Digital? That is so 2008..."

Anyway, after going through the archives, I was surprised that she has only just recently started blogging. But if the following is an indication of where Lisa will go, then I'm going to!

"The ham and cheese biscuit was heavenly. As I took my first bite sitting on the John Deere gator, I felt angel wings flutter on my face and the taste of edible gold on my tongue. All of that ended swiftly when E4 suggest I taste his fatback biscuit. It tasted how bad breath would taste if you could solidify and fry it. A southern delicacy that is lost on this Yankee, fatback is a sodium infused hardly edible patty of pig fat that I will never have to eat ever again."

I'm looking forward to making HLYH a regular part of my daily reading list. She's funny, well spoken, and good lookin' to boot! Doesn't hurt that she's smart and hunts too. And she has some awful cute dogs, and a outdoorsman significant other that she allowed to use her new TC BP rifle so that his buddy could try it out. Suffice it to say that I don't think he's gonna get to do that any time soon anymore... (See Fatback, empty power lines, and biscuits.)

I am sure that you will find Hunt Like You're Hungry as entertaining and informative as I have. Please visit, and let her know what you think.


But seriously, fatback not only tastes good, it's good for you!


Best Regards,
Albert A Rasch™
Member: Leatherneck Tent Club
Member: Hunting Sportsmen of the United States HSUS (Let 'em sue me.)
The Hunt Continues...

Though he spends most of his time writing and keeping the world safe for democracy, Albert was actually a student of biology. Really. But after a stint as a lab tech performing repetitious and mind-numbing processes that a trained capuchin monkey could do better, he never returned to the field. Rather he became a bartender. As he once said, "Hell, I was feeding mice all sorts of concoctions. At the club I did the same thing; except I got paid a lot better, and the rats where bigger." He has followed the science of QDM for many years, and fancies himself an aficionado. If you have any questions, or just want to get more information, reach him via TheRaschOutdoorChronicles(at)MSN(dot)com.

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Saturday Blog Rodeo 10/30/10

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Saturday Blog Rodeo 08/30/10

Well I'll be darned! It's been a while since we have had a rodeo,and I am still here in Afghanistan, still in one piece, and still sucking dust and eating dirt!No one has yet to answer that one overriding question I have had for a long time: How does Al Gore find the time to keep all this stuff coming up around his Internet?

Anyway, once again I bring to you the Blogs, posts, and commentaries that I found most entertaining and informative! And believe it or not, none of it has anything to do with Brett Favre, Ritz Crackers, or the Liberal Left's failure to use their heads.

Photo credit: G2G

First up on todays Rodeo is G2G Extreme by ... Emily's husband. Ok, so I couldn't figure out his name, but I did figure out that he's got the skinny on hunting, and hunting well! Good stories with great tips, and after action equipment reviews. "I am very impressed with the Ox pack for several reasons and yet I wish I could make a few changes to the design. I've listed my likes and dislikes below..." Nicely done.

Next up is a fellow Floridian, Ian Nance. Ian is a "lifelong resident of Central Florida with a passion for hunting just about anything. He is a Mossy Oak Regional ProStaffer and proud member of NWTF and DU." His Blog, The Wild Life, is one of my favorites. He covers a lot of territory from fishing to boating, camping and goodtimes!

Well, just my luck.

I am working on this and I get the call. I am off to a FOB closer to Pakistan... If I can, I will try to update this, but if it's Saturday, and you're reading this, I'm probably in over my head...

Best Regards,
Albert A Rasch™
Member: Kandahar Tent Club
Member: Hunting Sportsmen of the United States HSUS (Let 'em sue me.)
The Hunt Continues...

Though he spends most of his time writing and keeping the world safe for democracy, Albert was actually a student of biology. Really. But after a stint as a lab tech performing repetitious and mind-numbing processes that a trained capuchin monkey could do better, he never returned to the field. Rather he became a bartender. As he once said, "Hell, I was feeding mice all sorts of concoctions. At the club I did the same thing; except I got paid a lot better, and the rats where bigger." He has followed the science of QDM for many years, and fancies himself an aficionado. If you have any questions, or just want to get more information, reach him via TheRaschOutdoorChronicles(at)MSN(dot)com.

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Sartorial: The Word of the Day

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You are going to need to know this word... Trust me...

sar·to·ri·al/särˈtôrēəl/

Adjective: Of or relating to tailoring, clothes, or style of dress: "sartorial elegance"

Just keep it in the back of your head.

Best Regards,
Albert A Rasch™
Member: Kandahar Tent Club
Member: Hunting Sportsmen of the United States HSUS (Let 'em sue me.)
The Hunt Continues...

Snot Nose Lives!

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Afghanistan Always Wins...

Or Does It?

I know that title doesn't sound all that appealing, but it really means a lot to me and to a good friend of mine.

Last year while dodging rockets and eating dust at Kandahar Air Field, I made a friend, a little Afghan waif that I called "Snot Nose."

He was a heck of a salesman, always selling me trinkets at twice the price he charged anyone else. His older brother ran the trinket selling part of the stall, while their father sold and traded the Chinese/Pakistani machine woven, "Handmade Afghan" carpets, to unsuspecting and gullible westerners.

Captain Know-it-All shops for a carpet

He was named Snot Nose because his nose was always running; a viscus, sticky green, stream of mucus constantly oozed from his aquiline nose.

I took a particular liking to him even in spite of his runny nose. I would show up with Kleenex tissues, hand sanitizer, and antiseptic wipes. I would make him clean himself up before I would let him hustle me out of a couple of bucks. Usually I would bring a bag with canned food and hard candies, pencils and notepads. I especially was on the lookout for protein bars which I would collect and bring him. My terp tried to explain to his over stuffed father that he should see to it that Snots ate one or two a day. I never could determine how old he was; my guess was six or seven years. But if he weighed 40 pounds, that would be a generous estimate.

It was winter time then, and he seemed to get progressively worse with each week passing. I tried to figure out a way to spirit him out for a while, and have him seen by the American hospital, but it was impossible to remove him from the restricted area.

The best I could do was bring a couple of bottles of Musinex, and through an interpretor, explain to his camel trading father, how to dose the poor under-weight kid.

A week later the authorities closed the bazaar because of security concerns. The talibannanas had infiltrated the vendors, (Really? NATO figured that out all on its own?), and there where rumors that the Bazaar would be hit by suicide bombers.

Shortly thereafter I left the KAF theater and went back to Bagram...

*** *** ***

I have often wondered what might have happened to little Snot Nose. I figured he never made it to through the harsh Afghan winter where death stalks the wicked and saintly with equal fervor. A cold turns into bronchitis, bronchitis turns into pneumonia. Pneumonia into the cruel, cold hand of death, stealing yet another life away.

It's a harsh land, an unforgiving land. One little boy more or less won't make a damned bit of difference to it. Afghanistan will always exact its toll, collect its due, in blood many times, from every man, woman, and child. Its mountains will swallow every invader, the very dust filled air will choke the life out of them. Its inhabitants will withdraw further into their hate filled existence, and lay the blame at the feet of everyone and everything - except themselves.

One child more or less, just doesn't matter to them; seemingly to anyone.

Except that it does matter to me, it bothers me a whole lot.

*** *** ***

I'm back in KAF, and the Bazaar is open again, but I really had no reason to go. But I thought I would walk through it and see if I could replace the shemaghs that were stolen from my tent in Bagram.

I see the familiar faces of the vendors like the scarf and shemagh man, the fat, greasy coward that took a Chupa Chup lollipop from a child last year, (Remind me to tell you that story...) and others.

Imagine my surprise when out of a crowd I see none other than:

Snot Nose!

I walked over to him and leaned over to look him over carefully.

His little hand drifts up to my face, a finger carefully pushes my sunglasses up onto my forehead.

He says: "Albort." (He has always mispronounced my name.)

I'll be damned, it's him all right!

His father must be doing well. Snots had on a very nifty Man Jammy outfit that matched his older brother's. It was clean and well kept, and the little fellow was at least a couple of inches taller, clean and healthy. No boogers on his face either, just a smile! He suckered me for yet another bracelet, and I was happy to get taken.

Tough as nails these Afghans are.

Maybe Afghanistan doesn't win every time...

Best Regards,
Albert A Rasch™
Member: Kandahar Tent Club
Member: Hunting Sportsmen of the United States HSUS (Let 'em sue me.)
The Hunt Continues...

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