Facebook Fraud: You're Not Talking to Your Friend

Just now, I experienced a Twilight Zone moment:

I received a Facebook message from myself ... that I didn't write.

Evidently, a friend of mine figured out how to impersonate people on Facebook -- and it's a lot easier than you would think.

I will use no names.

Do not attempt what I am explaining - it is illegal and immoral.

I will now do what I criticize the News for: explaining exactly to commit a fraud in order to advise the public.

First, he went to "Facebook Settings" and changed his name to my name.

Then, he went to my page and stole my profile picture, making it his own.

From there, he was able to communicate with anyone, including myself, using my name.

He assured me he did not communicate with anyone besides me, and that he did it just so I would be aware that it's simple and anyone can do it. However, he contacted me through several of my friends and - very convincingly, might I add - started a conversation with me before disclosing his true identity again.

Evidently, it's called "Masquerading".

This worries me. This is TOO easy; anyone can do this!

I trust that you, a law-abiding, moral citizen, will not use this information for more than it was offered.

Happy Veterans Day - Awesome Videos

On this eleventh day, in the eleventh month, I wish to thank all military members and family, past, present, and future. I do not think you hear enough thanks, however I also believe no amount of "thank you"s are enough.

In lieu of words, I leave you with two videos that state more than I could in such small space. Enjoy!

Pray with me for more of these glorious returns.

Happy Veterans Day all!

Inspiration From Guilty Pleasure

Born from succumbing to my current guilty-pleasure, an interesting notion began to take shape.

Long ago, the accomplice to all my future crimes, (my best friend from preschool, who truly knows too much to be on the outside) Linnea, introduced me to arguably the best piece of cinematography ever filmed: Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog. Linnea knew of my ... slight obsession ... with Broadway sensation/infallible actor, Neil Patrick Harris, and sat me down for a viewing that would prove to be life-changing.



After watching this unequivocally entertaining musical tragicomedy ... eh, 17? times ... I realized, "ya know, NPH isn't the only brilliant actor here. Captain Hammer's actor is truly impressive." Therefore, I went on a search for the man the credits called "Nathan Fillion". Turns out, this gifted man stars on ABC's hit Crime Drama "Castle" about a writer -Richard Castle - who's friendship with the mayor grants him the privilege of tagging along with the local cops for inspiration.

And inspiration he finds.

Generally, I despise Ghostwriters - authors paid to secretly write on another's behalf under the latter's name and credence - but I find writers publishing books on behalf of fictional characters oddly charming. Currently, the general public can pick up a copy written by "Richard Castle" of either Heat Wave or Naked Heat, novels the namesake character writes throughout the series "Castle".

Now onto my "great notion born of guilty pleasure": I read "teaser chapters" posted in intervals on ABC's page for the show. I fully realize this book's aim is to hook avid fans for a profit, but I will happily buy into it. Anyway, amidst my reading, I noticed an add for "Shakespeare: The Manga Edition" created by the ever-popular book-summation website, Cliffnotes.

Mr. Opportunity began his knocking.



It is somewhat common knowledge that I aspire to become a novelist. To those who did not know this, I doubt it comes as much surprise. Amidst straining my mind for the ideal market (one cannot expect just to write and receive lump sums for their work, obviously) I thought about the authors who exploited their readers, enticing them for the sale of a copy, and I resigned that it was not my nature to ever use my gift of writing in such a way. One can always find a lucrative career in writing a self-help book incorporating rewordings of common phrases, beautifully scripted text, serene background images of autumn leaves on a winding pathway and white-sanded beaches, and phrases geared around gooey "self-love" and Biblical passages charged with motivation and self-analysis. People clamor for this genre like it's the gourmet of the book-rack. I, of course, would never stoop to exploitation to avoid my horrifying future in public education.

However, could there be a market niche that does not exploit the readers, but still fills a unknown need? For instance, this book reworking Shakespeare for students who do not aim to quote Hamlet's desperation verbatim. (To be, or not to be. That is the question! Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer, than to -- okay. So I'm not the audience I'm addressing. Point made.) They still receive the meat of Shakespeare's brilliance without slaving page-by-page over his novel Sparknotes. Same with the books created from television shows, such as the two aforementioned novels, The Bro-Code for How I Met Your Mother and the multitudes of X-File novels that turn old shows from the series, and even the two movies, into paperbacks. These do not exploit, even though the readers never realized how desperately they wanted to read through Barney Stinsons' manual of how to be a player until they saw his innocent little face with the "eye contact" fingers on the cover at Target. (I flipped through, but I didn't buy it.)

Perhaps there is a place for me within this niche, with the proper legalities and moral standards in check. It's something to look into.

However, until some more neon signs angle their arrows toward this field, I am content with my fiction, even if my only fan remains my mother.

The Approaching Season

Snowflakes began to pirouette from the drained grey sky about the time I arrived home from school. Now, an hour and a half later, intermittent spits of fluffy white drift silently to the ground. It is time to bring in the pumpkins and haul out the Nativity Set; time to swap spiced apple cider for hot chocolate billowing warmly-scented steam; time to replace the Halloween candy with puffy, homemade sugar cookies. I’m ready for winter.

The appeal of “lamb’s wool scarves”, clingy sweaters, fluffy earmuffs, and thick trench-coats, cannot be denied; I feel warm ‘n’ toasty just thinking on it! Oh, and the beautiful serenity of pure white as far as the eye perceives, crimson cardinals upon a snowy branch, lopsided snow-people in front yards, and the never-ending screams of my neighbors sledding down a slope of about 3 degrees. That is winter: fun, love, innocent beauty, and desperately seeking warmth. No other season holds the same captivating power as the season of snow.

Go ahead and bring this up to me when I am bent over the hood of my mini-SUV, desperately reaching for that spot in the middle I cannot reach from either side, while snow from the roof of my car and the carpet of Heaven showers my head, and my fingers turn purple. Go ahead and remind me how much I love winter and you just might experience my boxing abilities.

In all seriousness, I love winter enough to overlook its downfalls – enough that I generally laugh off the marrow-freezing cold and soggy socks.

Best reason for loving winter? CHRISTMAS!!

So the obvious reason for loving Christmas is thinking about how the Supreme Deity decided to take on this crappy flesh and walk around a bit. But one must also remember the adorable faces on babies atop Santa’s knees, wearing Santa hats to the grocery store, and trying to figure out what to buy a man for a present. (Seriously men – you’re impossible!) Yes, to coin an old phrase, “It’s the most wonderful time of the year!” – at least, until next season.

Because this is the first snowfall, it all melted before reaching the ground, let alone building up. Therefore, I have a bit more time to overly-romanticize the coming snowfall before I have to walk across campus in it.

The Beginning

In the beginning, when God created the heavens and the earth, the earth was a formless wasteland, and darkness covered the abys, while a mighty wind swept over the waters.

Then God said, "Let there be light," and there was light. God saw how good the light was. God the separated the light from the darkness. God called the light "day," [sic] and the darkness he called "night." [sic] Thus evening came, and morning followed -- the first day."Genesis 1:1-5f



When I was born, April 17, 1993, I entered a world of darkness. My baptism, however, banished the darkness and branded me a "Child of Christ". Unfortunately, my birth was not the only time I birthed into darkness; in the past years, I struggled with my faith and the light and darkness became grey. Even after my second cleansing, my Confirmation, my profound love of God was not enough to distinguish the light from the dark.

However, just as morning follows every evening, I eventually realized my short-comings. Willingly stepping from the darkness of night, I realized my light had been on since 1993; however, it did not shine. I have always followed the "right" path, as according to my religion, but it was not enough to make me a perfect Christian.

I needed to make several changes: my belief structure and my attitude. Starting with the foundation, I stopped calling myself a Catholic and opted for the generic term "Christian". Later, to distinguish myself from religious ambiguity, I coined, "Devout Christian". Now things were clear. Even though these words do not say much to the outside, they define my current struggle with religion: stripping away structured religion prevents my mind from conforming to the beliefs of others. Now, I am free to explore my faith and determine my real values before trying to stick the square block in the circle hole.

Jesus and I discussed this at length in my car. I did most the talking, but anyone who tries talking to me realizes I do most the talking in all my conversations. I expressed that I was not *abandoning* my faith, but actually the reverse: I was gearing up for a weekend of caffiene-sipping Bible reading to discover what God was *really* saying.

The Bible is confusing. Lineages with names like "Josephus" and "Jehoiakim" and "Machir, son of Manasseh" and places such as "Succoth" and "Pi-hahiroth, which is opposite Baalzephon" and "Iye-abarim" and "Hazar-enan" litter the pages of this literary classic. I wondered if I could just rent the movie. I lasted .17% of the time alotted. For all you non-math majors, that equates to five minutes of a weekend.

Plan B: I went to Sunday school for the basic stories and I love Jesus. Do I have to know all this senseless mumbo-jumbo to become the Christian I aimed to be?

Uh, yeah. Actually I really did. It took me awhile to figure that out, though. Generally, I began thinking about how I read all the biographies about my favorite authors and persons of history.

Except the Bible.

Good ol' Catholic Guilt from my childhood overcame me and I realized I *had* to read the Bible. Therefore, I began. However, I started with the New Testament. I have no idea why. When I reached page 79, I realized I read the Bible like the dictionary, but not in the "seeking information" sense. I read it like someone said, "Here's a dictionary. You can leave when you finish it."

I prayed for some sort of help. I don't know if I expected a JesusMeant.com or my Bible to transform into a "For Dummies" guide, but I found help in an unexpected medium: East Jackson's Student Handbook.

The section? Dual-Enrollment.

I wanted *out* of East Jackson, so I explored the option to take college classes in the morning. Long story short (as if I can be short-winded) I ended up in The Gospels and The Acts every other morning of the week at Spring Arbor University.

CHANGED my life.

My professor, Dr. Richard Cornell, is one of my personal heroes. I am *excited* to read the Bible and I pack the information into my brain like puffy sugar cubes at a marshmallow-eating contest. Why the turnaround? Because Dr. Cornell makes it *fun*. He *modernizes* Scripture into something tangible, relatable, and comprehensible. Scripture *exists* now and it lives on its own. Dr. Cornell is the reason I want to pursue some form of ministry in my adult life.

I still have not decided on a denomination. I believe God will take care of that, in time. For now, I'm just happy that I can pronounce "Josephus" now.