SUCCESS AT LAST . . . . AND VICTORY

The STORMBRINGER Cyber War Phenomenon - inside the Halls of Memory


After more than a week of crunching numbers, cleaning out the Registry Editor file by file, byte by byte in a desperate struggle against a robust Trojan Horse virus masquerading as an anti-virus file, uninstalling and reinstalling software - STORMBRINGER is proud to announce that We Have Overcome a particulary nasty cyber attack, and have emerged triumphant!



STORMBRINGER Software Amazons conducting the Cyber War equivalent of a FULL COURT PRESS on the STORMBRINGER Operating System



Decades ago in a previous lifetime, one evening in the Ninja Bars of Kadena Circle, it was explained to me that the weapons of the Modern Day Samurai are the submachinegun and the computer. At the time, the very concept of geeks and the computers they lived by was enough to strike fear into the hearts of even the bravest, boldest warrior . . . since then I have learned to live - and love - our digital assistants . . .


. . . I am not the greatest of cyber warriors, I am not even a great cyber warrior - all I have now to say for myself is: "Sensai, I have arrived . . ."


THE SMELL OF VICTORY:





SPECIAL THANKS to all STORMBRINGERS who stood by and offered assistance during this difficult time - My hope is now to restore the quality of posts to previous standards - Blog STORMBRINGER is refitted, restored to full operational capabilities and running at FULL SPEED AHEAD!!!

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Dennis Lee Hopper May 17, 1936 – May 29, 2010

A little light in the world went out last night . . .


"Zap em' with your sirens, man! Zap em' with your sirens! There's mines over there, there's mines over there, and watch out those goddamn monkeys bite, I'll tell ya."


Hey, man, you don't talk to the Colonel. You listen to him. The man's enlarged my mind. He's a poet-warrior in the classic sense. I mean, sometimes he'll, uh, well, you'll say "Hello" to him, right? And he'll just walk right by you, and he won't even notice you. And suddenly he'll grab you, and he'll throw you in a corner, and he'll say "Do you know that 'if' is the middle word in life? 'If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you, if you can trust yourself when all men doubt you'..." – I mean, I'm no, I can't – I'm a little man, I'm a little man, he's, he's a great man. I should have been a pair of ragged claws scuttling across floors of silent seas – I mean . . .

- Dennis Hopper in "Apocalypse Now!"


Note:
This is a variation 'If you can keep your head...' a quote from Rudyard Kipling's If








If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

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"ALL I WANTED WAS A MISSION . . . "

". . . and for my sins, they gave me one. They brought it up to me like room service . . . It was a real choice mission - and when it was over, I would never want another . . ."



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