Well that was our last class. I'd have to say I actually learned more than I expected to. I'm still genuinely freaked out about the security class and now I'm constantly thinking about that--especially when I just saw a commercial for a bank that said you can check your records from your phone. I yelled at the TV, "don't do it!". Yes, I am fully aware of my dorkiness.
I also find myself thinking of the internet bloggers as terrorists. As a marketer, this is something that I really only briefly thought of before this class. My previous company used to get attacked by a weekly periodical, an "US Weekly" for our industry called the Monday Morning Quarterback. The information was always so off base that our company usually just ignored it. In most cases it helped us because our competitors were the main readers of the Quarterback and often believed what was published, but our trusted customers knew better. I wonder if we should have responded? How would you? I'll be looking into this as time goes on...I never knew bloggers had so much clout.
Now I need to study for the test even though grades really don't matter. I've never once had an executive ask me what my grades are...but just the same I guess I should study...
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Security
I started to panic in class. I had no idea you weren't supposed to check your bank account at a coffee shop. I sat there trying to remember how many times I had done that...then I remembered my fiance's iphone addiction and that he had even checked our bank account while we sat at a restaurant once.
So, we are both idiots. How did we squeeze through the system without knowing this critical piece of information?
When I thought about it, I think I just blocked out security concerns as "paranoid". I thought it was for people like my mom who didn't really understand the internet.
Again, I'm an idiot. I don't have an excuse for my fiance either.
So now I know to never check anything with my bank unless I'm sitting at home...and even then I might be a little worried.
So, we are both idiots. How did we squeeze through the system without knowing this critical piece of information?
When I thought about it, I think I just blocked out security concerns as "paranoid". I thought it was for people like my mom who didn't really understand the internet.
Again, I'm an idiot. I don't have an excuse for my fiance either.
So now I know to never check anything with my bank unless I'm sitting at home...and even then I might be a little worried.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Second Life
I just had my first Second Life experience--and unless my future employer uses Second Life for collaboration, it will be my last.
I believe I was just teased by a bunch of people on Second Life…a group of people sitting on Second Life in a virtual world on a Saturday afternoon, standing around chatting. After creating my avatar, Layton, I was teleported into some region and all of these characters were just standing around. I typed “chat” and asked what everyone was doing standing around.
The reply was, “we are all having cybersex Layton. One big orgy”. This was the sort of activity I expected—I cannot even tell you what I picture when I think of users of chat rooms and Second Life but I was about to sign off when some kind user told me it was just a chat room. I didn’t understand what they were chatting about because so much of it was acronyms.
I told the group that this was my first Second Life experience. I literally got an, “eye roll”—apparently you get updates from gestures? I asked if anyone had any recommendations. One kind user told me to just explore the search and teleport. Other users started inputting, LMAO. I then asked what LMAO meant, and got more LMAO. I googled it to find out that LMAO means “laughing my ass off”. How original. I left the chat.
I then teleported to IBM’s region. It was empty. I saw some signs, a motorcycle, and a fountain. I flew around for a few minutes. Then I looked outside my real window and saw that it was still sunny out and thought my dogs could use a walk. Turns out Second Life just doesn’t do it for me-- I’d rather actually go outside…even if it means I have to walk instead of fly.
I believe I was just teased by a bunch of people on Second Life…a group of people sitting on Second Life in a virtual world on a Saturday afternoon, standing around chatting. After creating my avatar, Layton, I was teleported into some region and all of these characters were just standing around. I typed “chat” and asked what everyone was doing standing around.
The reply was, “we are all having cybersex Layton. One big orgy”. This was the sort of activity I expected—I cannot even tell you what I picture when I think of users of chat rooms and Second Life but I was about to sign off when some kind user told me it was just a chat room. I didn’t understand what they were chatting about because so much of it was acronyms.
I told the group that this was my first Second Life experience. I literally got an, “eye roll”—apparently you get updates from gestures? I asked if anyone had any recommendations. One kind user told me to just explore the search and teleport. Other users started inputting, LMAO. I then asked what LMAO meant, and got more LMAO. I googled it to find out that LMAO means “laughing my ass off”. How original. I left the chat.
I then teleported to IBM’s region. It was empty. I saw some signs, a motorcycle, and a fountain. I flew around for a few minutes. Then I looked outside my real window and saw that it was still sunny out and thought my dogs could use a walk. Turns out Second Life just doesn’t do it for me-- I’d rather actually go outside…even if it means I have to walk instead of fly.
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