Sorta Secure

It’s an unspeakable nightmare that is a reality for many people: a late night call from someone demanding payment for a service you never authorized. Only you really did, because someone hijacked your identity.

While there are controls in place at financial institutions that help safeguard private information, there are no guarantees that anyone’s identity is beyond the reach of evildoers.
Well there is LifeLock, of course. They promise a permanent solution. With the CEO’s Social Security number emblazoned on the side of a truck, and a one million dollar protection policy, this service ostensibly protects subscribers from identity theft and other fraudulent attempts to misuse credit information.

But it turns out their own CEO had his identity compromised 20 times. So far.

Ouch.

Closer to this

After two weeks of intermittent pain flare ups, the broken rib is now an injury that reveals itself a few times a day, rather than being a pressing inconvenience I constantly think about protecting from further damage. Now and again, I’ll twist my torso the wrong way or too quickly and remember why taking it easy is so important. Deep breaths can be challenging late at night. But otherwise, the sun is rising and setting. I’ll return to Krav Maga in June.

On a more recreational note, I’m having fun with The Confession. It’s been a slow ramp up, but the gains of translating something that consists almost entirely of dialog into a blend of third person narrative and snippets of adversarial exchanges, are becoming more visible. The work even seems worthwhile, albeit a bit tedious at times.

Speaking of time, it’s taking much more than forecast. The initial resolution called for a stable draft by July. I have … well, imagine something like a quarter draft.

So that commitment means a lot of work over the next six weeks. May require some reinforcements. I bet this guy can help:

Reformulated Cheese

Due to rising transportation and food costs, the pizza pusher who has delighted knee-biters for four decades, Chuck E. Cheese, has replaced their signature cheese with a high moisture mozzarella blend. Not to be fussy, but what exactly might be in that secret blend besides cheese?

And for that matter, is Chuck E. Cheese even pizza?

Consider the proprietary manufacturing process of a major pizza maker–which I’m not saying is Chuck E. Cheese, but I could be comfortable with a reasonable person erroneously assuming such. But under no circumstances should you mistake the process below as their trademarked way, because that would be incorrect. * Coughs *

OK, let’s make some “pizza”!

Step 1: Remove previously frozen crust from the refrigerator.

Step 2: Drop crust on counter. Hope no one notices the thud.

Step 3: Shake the contents of box of pizza stuff onto crust. Yep, one box. Pizza Stuff. You know, for kids.

Step 4: Jam the works in an oven.

Step 5: Serve to the same snot monster who just cast effluvia across the salad bar.

So hungry right now . . .