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Given the blockbuster cast, the trailers that should make any self-respecting drugs-sex-action-violence-loving guy salivate with anticipation, and the name Martin Scorsese
, The Departed might very well have been the most hyped movie in recent memory (and no, Snakes on a Plane totally doesn't count, idiots). Most movies do not live up to their hype; luckily, this one did.
The title of this entry might suggest that this post is about Irving Stone's biography of Michelangelo (yes, I have read it), or perhaps, being cruely rejected by numerous women while under the influence of a certain recreational drug prevalent on the European club scene, but in fact, this post is likely much more relevant to your life than Michelangelo, and likely much less relevant to your life than 3,4 Methylenedioxymethylamphetamine (MDMA). So, what is it that I speak of that simultaneously induces both agony and ecstasy? That's right: washing one's socks.
As any self-respecting computer scientist worth her salt could tell you, in the last few years a big stink has been made about the concept of security through obscurity (long story short, it is more or less stupid). Much less has been written about the entirely false illusion of security bought by idiotic, time-consuming, and generally useless methods, or as I like to call it, insecurity through ineptitude. With the recent release of MS IE7 as well as my regrettable encounters with a multitude of ridiculous and generally maddening building security
measures, I thought it'd be the ideal time to let out some rage.
