Luca Sartoni

I read thousands of articles about internet related threats. It didn’t matter if they were written by goofy journalists of by hi ranked IT writers, they were unfulfilling. They were about secondary threats like viruses, worms, identity thefts, and so on. No one has never written about the biggest threat on the net: writing in the wrong window

Writing in the wrong window is the most frustrating thing that can happen to a digital citizen. Every user experience can be corrupted by this danger.

I experienced this problem several times and the results were very bad. I sent to to hell the wrong friend on msn, and i made quests to be failed on World of Warcraft, only because the guy was offended to be called “scary ass”. And everything happened because i wrong typed and i used the public chat instead the private one.

I really believe that writing in the wrong window is the biggest threat on the net for us, long time chatters.

If you don’t believe in me,take a look here.

Livia’s post is a must-read one.

«There are priests and religious people who are prosecuted and deprivated of their freedom because they are christians»

Right. If they stop to be christians the church won’t take their freedom anymore…

1 don’t play with fireworks
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The nineties is a ten year period located between 1990 and 1999. But when we say “the nineties” we think about now because not enough time has been past to remember that glittered feeling that makes lovely our feelings.

I know that can be incredible but i swear that at the beginning of the nineties we didn’t have the cell phone, our rooms were plenty of TDK tapes with freaky homemade compilations, posters and nobody knows why our diaries were so full of crap that we couldn’t even close them. They were plenty of silly thoughts, passions, platonic loves and so on…

Th nineties were a bunch of wannabes, patchworked portrait of a generation who tried do find its sense, when myspace was unthinkable. There’s someone who had been wearing barbour, levi’s 501 and Dr.Martens shoes for ten years, with long hair, with a white t-shirt under another shirt and scratched trousers. He was maybe trying to look like Kurt Cobain… Then all “the Crown” clones, with leather jackets to the hills, late-night nightmares if met early in the morning. Those ones with a stretchy tshirt and funky hair who used to slep all the week to get up on saturday night to get to the disco. And the real wannabes who used to wear formal during the day, casual for dinner, and as skater during the night. Lolita-girls with diamonded minishorts and boybands. Trash TV and trash music… And freaks. Because there are always freaks. They are the hard core of the twentieth century and i think we will never ged rid of them.

Valentina.

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