This week hasn’t been massively thrilling, since I spent most of it slouching around in my living room feeling ill.
Why is it that they make medicine bottles so difficult to open? I mean, I get that they need to be childproof, but they’re also adult-without-much-strength-due-to-illness-proof.
My week started and ended with highly productive days, and everything in the middle was a bit of a non-starter.
On Monday I went to the FT Cyber Security Summit in London. A full write-up will be on Forensic Focus shortly, but my overall impression was good. Even if they did serve these for lunch, a day or two after #piggate happened.
I looked around to see if anyone else was taking pictures of the pork burgers and sniggering, but obviously everyone else there was far too mature.
The highlight of the day was without a doubt the wonderful Jaya Baloo, who talked about the problems with government agencies wanting access to everyone’s data, and asked interesting questions about the Snowden revelations to the Director of GCHQ, who was also at the conference.
Jaya’s presentation ended with the following quote for life:
“Live well. Laugh often. Encrypt absolutely everything.”
I want to be her when I grow up.
The following five days were spent wrapped in multiple layers of clothing, clutching hot water bottles and downing as much medicine as I could fit into my body.
I watched about a season and a half of American Horror Story, throughout all of which I kept finding myself thinking “This is some weird shit. Why am I watching this show? It’s horrible.”
It’s also not particularly good, but for some reason I just kept watching. And then I gave up, because there’s only so much gratuitous gore with inadequate storylines that I can take before my brain just decides it won’t put up with any more.
So I turned to Buffy. I’d never seen it before (I know! travesty!) and it’d been recommended to me far more times than I could count, so I thought I’d give it a go.
Of course, I was immediately hooked. Which is annoying, because I’m really busy for the next two weeks so I can’t binge-watch it.
Today I panicked about all the work I hadn’t done this week, and the looming deadline of “Before I go to Malaga”, aka Monday. Tomorrow.
So I packed a week’s worth of work into a single day, surrounding myself with wires and forensics programs and medicine.
And now I’m almost done. Tonight I spent an hour ad-libbing my guest lecture for tomorrow, which I’m now going to write down in note form before falling asleep. Hopefully.
Next week promises to be both busier and sunnier.