Reading a warning about identity theft, I had an epiphany: I could foist my identity on an unsuspecting cyber criminal. Perhaps Boris in Odessa. This way I could avoid the legal fees of personal bankruptcy. My mother's maiden name is Connell.
I figured life on the Cloud would be awesome. I could hang with the cool kids, listen to the Grateful Dead, and smoke some dope while my iPhone, computer, and iPad were effortlessly integrated. It has been bitterly disappointing.
I end up deleting someone from my LinkedIn connection list about once a month, and always for the same reason: they've made it clear that they don't do a good job navigating business/social interactions.
I accidentally deleted over 13,000 messages from my email account and didn't flinch. Well, almost. There was a feeling of panic, but it was followed by a Zen-like calm. Had I effectively erased the past?
Dear Hackers: What did you get from assaulting my e-mail account? Nothing. No one fell for your foolish ploy. What did I get? I got an amusing day catching up with friends and the therapeutic opportunity to clean up my contacts.