Yahoo Email Accounts


Yahoo is the most hacked web based email service.  Even if you use their service for non-imporant stuff, you need to be extra vigilant if you use their service.  They allow unlimited attempts at entering your password and that allows hackers to gain access to your account and use all info stored there to ruin your life.

How it works:

  • Hack your Yahoo account.
  • Learn your recovery email address
  • Use your Yahoo password to see if it works on your recovery email
  • If successful, they have access to all your emails that are stored your primary email’s server.  They will be there unless you use their web based email utility to delete them.  Sorry.
  • Chances are that you get emails from your bank, credit cards, broker, and other financial places there.  Account numbers may be attached along with login names.
  • If this info is included, the hacker will try the Yahoo/regular email password to gain access to these accounts.
  • Even if they can’t access your accounts with that password, they can sent in a lost password request and monitor your email accounts until that info arrives.
  • At this point, you are screwed.  You will lose access to these accounts at this point and the hacker will be able to drain the accounts at will and they will drain them one at a time until they get it all.
  • You have no recourse with the financial institutions.  It is your responsibility to maintain a safe online environment to access these accounts.
  • The hacker is not in this country and there will be nothing law enforcement can do to help you, other than to take a report.

Mind your passwords.


Rye Bread

Two old guys, one 80 and one 87, were sitting on a park bench one morning.

The 87-year-old had just finished his morning jog and wasn’t even short of breath.

The 80-year-old was amazed at the guy’s stamina and asked him what he did to have so much energy.

The 87-year-old said, “Well, I eat rye bread every day. It keeps your energy level high and you’ll have great stamina with the ladies.”

So, on the way home the 80-year-old stopped at the bakery. As he was looking around, the saleslady asked if he needed any help.
He said, “Do you have any rye bread?”
She said, “Yes, there’s a whole shelf of it. Would you like some?”

He said, “I want five loaves.”

She said, “My goodness, five loaves! By the time you get to the 3rd loaf, it’ll be hard.”

He replied, “I can’t believe everybody knows about this shit but me.”

Interesting day yesterday

Yesterday morning saw me on the road at 7:00 a.m.  I was expecting to meet with the county manager and Tito Chavez regarding my proposal to combine the advertising efforts of the county and the city.  I was wrong.  Both were there, but they were under the impression that I called them to the meeting.  Right, that happens all the time.  Other people started to arrive.  People from city government. People that represent a variety of non-profits.  The chamber of commerce head.  The former owner of the Plaza Hotel.  Les, the county manager, and I were both confused.  Tito seemed nonplussed about these people arriving.

Turns out the advertising director of the city called the meeting.  She’s sharp, never let any of us have a clue what was going on until the meeting started.  The meeting took my proposal and carried it to newer and higher levels.  Grants.  Interactive kiosks at the airport and the 3 main entry points to the state.  FREE business advertising on a state tourism website.  Joining forces at proportional levels financially.  This is one sharp cookie.

The non-profit people were severely put out on this proposal.  It forced them onboard as partners while seriously cutting funding for them doing the same types of things that her proposal does much more efficiently.  Every objection was met with a rational and reasoned response.  Chamber chick and Plaza Hotel guy were both fit to be tied by the time the meeting ended and while I’m not that fond of either of them, my position forces civility with them, so I enjoyed watching them choking on their bile.

Poker last nigh ended with me leaving early.  I blew my wad and walked out rather than tossing good money after bad.  I had fun during the game, and Jiminy stopped by the house to look at the gold piece that we found in ML’s safe deposit box.  Jiminy, a.k.a. Gregory Ghent (google him if interested, add Santa Fe and San Francisco to the search criteria), is an art appraiser that is part of our poker gang.  He is currently researching the piece and he needed to see the piece in person to answer any questions that his experts ask him.

Nina and I had lunch in Pecos.  Erin went back to Dilia.  Tori stayed home, but has plans today.  Andy stopped by for some reason, but I can’t remember why.  Shirley was silent yesterday.  I did a short cleaning job on my Jeep’s interior.

Dat’s it.  Peace.



Well, Shirley is chatty again.  She’s also been reading.  Tori bough her some large print books and she reads about an hour or two a day.  Coherent, reading and alert. Nice change of pace.


Victoria Louise Post

Today is my daughter’s 26th birthday.  Happy Birthday Tort.

She has chosen a home cooked meal over a restaurant meal for her birthday dinner.  It is my understanding that we are having ham, some sort of veggie, and sweet potatoes.  I’m hoping that Nina makes some real potatoes for me.  Never cared for sweet potatoes.


Another visit to Dilia

  1. Sunday again.
  2. Breakfast with Nina in Vegas.
  3. Visit Marylou?  Possible.  Probable?
  4. Head to Dilia again to pick up Erin.  Hope she’s in a good mood.
  5. Last night was dinner at Arrow’s Ridge.  Nice evening, good food.
  6. Turns out one of my poker compadres is a world renown art appraiser and has all sorts of connections in all fields of appraisals.  I may have to start being nice to him.  NAH, it’s too much fun ripping on him.  Gregory, a.k.a. Jiminy Cricket, has offices in Santa Fe and San Francisco.  I named him Jiminy  during one poker game and it’s a nickname that’s stuck during the games.
  7. Curt, our esteemed poker host, asked me to do bodyguard duty for him but he never called on the day I was supposed to do this.  It seems that he has a tenant that stopped paying rent in a commercial building he owns.  Downtown Day Spa in Santa Fe is the place.  Check out the reviews on Trip Advisor, scary shit.  Anyway, it appears that he fears the woman that owns the place.  I asked him last night what happened to my guarding his scrawny ass and he said his wife called the lady and made other arrangements.  I’m pretty sure this is not over.
  8. I know that unlicensed bodyguard duty opens me up to all sorts of troubles, but there are things in life that I just have to do because I’m just nosey at heart.
  9. I just looked up as I was typing this post and noticed that it was snowing.  Kinda late in the season, but we’ll take any moisture, any way it comes.
  10. The sequester is all the Republican’s fault according the that bastard from Chicago that runs this country.  I guess he and his are all blameless in this process.  He’s a jerk off.
  11. Facebook is making more changes.  I hate change.  They never make it easy when they make their changes.
  12. Dat’s it.



Cold!  Windy and cold!

This morning when I woke up, it was above freezing, snowing, and my lot was nicely wet.  Since then the clouds went away, the wind picked up and the temperature dropped.  My lot is now ice covered and I’m going to have to salt the pavement.  Oh well, weather is not controllable.

Just saw the advert for the Gathering of the Nations, billed as the largest pow wow in the nation.  We’re gonna have to miss it this year, London beckons.  I enjoy going to the pow wows when possible.

Today I’ll grade my lot again.  The rain from last night makes it easier than when it’s dry.  No dust!

Got nothing else.  Later people.


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