At computer security courses in the early 2000s told stories

In those times, when the "masking show" came to the offices and took servers and PCs, the destruction of information was less evil than the deadline for its content :)

The set "2C Accounting" (later, in the internet did not find such a complex, maybe it was a joke name). In the body of the PC is mounted a set of interruptor and electromagnetic coils. By a combination of keys, the system provided a group of impulses that wiped the hard disk. Uninterruptor in case of switching off the lights before the visit of "masks". There was another "trick", a check was attached to the table on the truss. If you were not in place or you could not put your hands on the keyboard, then there was a chance that when the system unit was raised it would not be noticed and the check would bring the complex into action.

According to the narrator, he saw another security system, a guard with a gun was placed in the server. In the case of the visit of uninvited guests, a signal from the guard post was provided with a secret button, a red light was lit. After that, the guard shot the disk massive. It is reliable :) But how can I imagine that poor guy sitting in a shift and looking at the lamp in a dark, swirling, cold server room? I wonder at what time the glowing lights started :)

A call on the radio.

Calling: I’ve been living in America since the 1980s, but I’m visiting my family in Wales this week and decided to call.

Why did you move from Wales to America?

In fact, I moved because of a woman.

And who is this lucky woman?

by Margaret Thatcher.

- Imagine yesterday went to the kitchen for five minutes, and the daughter, four years old - itself turned on the laptop and called my grandmother on Skype!



What is? Does your grandmother know how to use Skype?? to

My brother is married three times. Their first marriage broke up in a couple of years. After 17 years, his first wife calls him and demands that he consent to the child’s departure abroad. The fact that he (brother) has nothing to do with her son is not taken into account. Let's say, write, or I'll go to court, and try again to prove that it's not your son. My son was born a year after they separated.



UPD: The official divorce was, as it was.

He sent her culturally. A month later, a notification to the court in the mailbox. Everything was resolved as quickly as possible: DNA examination, with a mandatory requirement for reimbursement of court costs and the cost of the examination. The verdict was obvious: the son was not his, he was witnessed.

And I still don’t understand what’s going on in the heads of these women who are waging an absolutely losing war without a single chance of winning. Are you hoping for Avon?



UPD: It turns out, the brother consulted with a lawyer, and he advised not to sign anything, because this consent (mol, I am the father, and I agree that the child should leave) could serve as a hint to recognize him as his father, with a subsequent request for alimony for all those 17 years and other consequences.

Xxx: My granddaughter (his daughter, 3.5 years old) mom calls to play. He asks his daughter:

What will we play?

Let’s play Grandma.

to go. How is this? I can play with my grandmother, but I never played with my grandmother.

It’s easy, I’ll teach you. Take the dolls, let them be grandchildren.

Mom brings the doll, along with the daughter sits the doll in a row on a toy sofa. Then the daughter says:

Well, you can go now!

Mother :

- So we wanted to play together, you promised to teach me to play as a grandmother!

I play “Grandmother.” You brought your grandchildren, and now, as always, you can leave, and I will stay with my grandchildren.



Yyy: The daughter is able to passive aggression

Old age – not the best years – but not superfluous.

My granddaughter is 8 years old and goes to school. Everything is easily given to him, the children in his class are different, but most are normal, positive and a couple of fools with pups and without a brain are practically not able to realize. But recently he came back from school worried about something and said to his mother, “You’ll take me out of school tomorrow after two hours.” I have business there. I have to do something. What exactly, he does not say. Well, who would be against it. My mother took him later. And he asks again – don’t rush tomorrow too, I still have a job there. His mother came, and he was swallowed, sweaty. One in one wreath. Something is not that. The teacher approached him and asked his mother - and you know what your son is doing after school? No, and what is it. Here is what turned out. These weeks we were very snowy, the snow was just under a meter. And an elderly woman works as a courtyard in the school and she had to clean the school paths. The grandson himself approached her and asked if he could clean the snow too and if there was a spade for him. That's why he stayed after the lessons - cleaned the snow, helped the courtyard. As they say, the bad example is contagious, we are back in the weekend. Again he asked to leave later, but when his mother came for him, the school yard was cleaned by both the little girl and high school students. Since there was not enough spat for everyone, a few people stood waiting... Such is life, such are our children.
This is Russia, the Far East.

I don’t know what Navalny made for the film there, but Putin himself advertises it.