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The risky new world of virtual currencies: security caution

By Peter Dinham, itwire.com

Users of Bitcoin have been cautioned to be wary of the risks associated with using the virtual currency and others like Litecoin and Novacoin.

The caution comes from security firm AVG which says, in its market predictions for 2014, that we should be “very cautious of the volatility and high risk of what is still a relative minnow in world finance.”

And, “prepare to see the world evolve as the technologies behind them are tested and explored further,” AVG stresses.

According to AVG ‘money wants to be free in 2014’ – or as AVG Australia’s Security Advisor, Michael McKinnon says: “The concept of peer-to-peer technology, once associated with the need for users to share music, movies and other content for free, is now being applied to Money – in the form of Bitcoin, ‘crypto-currencies’ and other digitally-based financial instruments.”

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Michael McKinnon, Fibonacci’s Garden 1976

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AVG’s Michael McKinnon Discusses Bitcoin and How To Secure Your Digital Wallet

AVG Technologies, Published on Dec 20, 2013

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if you could say anything to michael, what would it be?

I thought you were stronger than them. You were always such a cocky git. Twirling your wand and and rolling your eyes and bloody laughing at me. Marly Long Legs, wasn't it? Like I was some sort of gangly spider you took in out of the goodness of your heart. You took care of me. Maybe not the way that Mum and Da do, or Magnus or Marcus or Doe. But I smoked my first fag with you. Choked down my first shot of whiskey. You always made sure that I was set-- that I had what I needed, yeah? Mum would've killed you if she'd known. But it doesn't matter now, anyway, does it? Because you're already dead. You just left me here. 'N I thought I'd gotten past it. It was easy at school. More to do, maybe. Or fewer reminders. But I can't be home for more than a minute without feeling suffocated. Mum's not herself. She 'n Da have more rows now than you 'n Mag ever did. 'N sometimes she'll stand at your door-- just stare at the knob s'if she's going to go in, but she never does. Sometimes I do. When I can't sleep. I know you'd hate that-- I found your stash of PlayWizards, by the by, you great skeeve-- but I can't help it. It still smells like you. Even feels like you a bit. And I miss you. I miss you, you tosser, and I hate you for getting yourself killed. You were supposed to be fucking invincible, Michael. You, with all of your stupid sodding made-up axioms about never getting caught. But you did get caught. You fucking git, you let yourself get caught. You let yourself die, 'n I needed you. I still need you, Michael, for all the good it does me. For all the bloody help you are from six feet under ground.

For all the help I am from six feet above it.

I know it's not your fault, Michael. I know. 'N m'sorry. M'sorry I've blamed you for everything. M'sorry I didn't write more 'n m'sorry you died alone. M'sorry I called you a tosser twice as much as I told you I loved you.

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