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�I could hack into your computer right now and wipe out everything on it with a virus,� my friend bragged to us in his high school bedroom.

�Well that�s great,� I replied, �But I know where you live and I know how to use a hammer.�

Honestly, I�m not all that worried about the government spying on me. There is this niggling portion of my brain that tells me that I should freak out about the NSA reading my emails, but quite frankly, I�ve been more aware of the fact that all of my friends who idolize computer hackers are probably more likely to break into my personal information than the government. My passwords are moderately secure (more secure as the financial risk is higher), but, in the end, I long ago had to reconcile with the facts of lack of personally security on the Internet since its very invention.

So, Snowden, bah. NSA, oh whatever. I mean, at very least, I know the government already HAS my social security number. It already has my fingerprints and my photographs. The truth is, no matter what rules you put out there, hackers are going to hack. They are annoying, they ruin everything, but it�s the truth. So, just like a traveler in Europe: buck up, make your personal information less than the easiest target and you�ll be as safe as you�ll ever be.

PEACE

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Being hit on by a bunch of guys you don't like... it's kind of like being followed by a zombie horde. You've got these guys, sallow, dripping with pus and grease, with long unkempt hair in varying stages of disarray, walking around awkwardly. If they can tell that you are alive (and female) then they try and shuffle up to you, moaning incoherently and flashing the teeth in their rotting mouths (seriously, BRUSH YOUR TEETH!). So, you alternate between being unseen (staying home), pretending you're a zombie, too, and running like hell. You face these hordes with your comrades, deftly avoiding their snares, but then, you're perfectly attractive girlfriend gets caught by one of these loser and... it is like they've eaten her brains... or at least her EYES! AHH!!! Then, not much later, you see them eating each other's faces off, and you know... deep in your heart, that you will never get your friend back from the zombies.

Two shots to the head.

Meanwhile, you meander back to your solitary bliss, imbibing fine music and literature, praying for a day when you can go out into the bright sunshine and not have to brave the hordes of shuffling undead, or rather, to find a boy who is taller than you, who bathes, cuts his hair, and does not incorrectly correct you on the pronunciation of words. Yeah, that would be nice. But perhaps, you have been too harden to the world of the zombie hordes, and ordinary life would be alien to you. Or, more mundanely, I wish ugly guys would just leave me alone.

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So, I have an idea. You see, I am working for a charity that is building a library in Liberia (which seems oddly fitting, Lib, lib... nevermind), and I've been doing some research on the history of Liberia, their 10 year civil war, the child soldiers, their current corrupt government... Anyway, the civil war has bombed Liberia back into the pre-industrial age: agriculture, that kind of thing, and riddled their ground with landmines. So, my idea, very simply, is to solve both problems in one fantastic breed: the Belgian Malinois. Belgian Malinois are a short coated, herding breed with dual guardian and scenting characteristics. Belgian Malinois can be taught to scent for land mines as well as being taught to herd livestock. So, the process is as follows:

Step 1: Breed and train dual championship scenting and herding belgians
Step 2: (which could be done concurrently with step 1, depending on what kind of help I could get from trainers), train Liberians to breed and train dual championship scenting and herding belgians.
Step 3: Make Liberia known for having the highest quality Belgian Malinois IN THE WORLD! Thus, in part, engendering national pride for their nation. :D

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So, I was looking at the photos for my meetup, today... and if you don't mind me bragging insanely of my buddies for a minute, I LOVE MY FREAKING MEETUP! I swear, we have had more real FUN crammed into the past eight months than I could imagine. Good friends, good times, I'm liking my life.

XOXO
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