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Honeytokens: The Other Honeypot
martyros writes "I just read a fascinating article
by Lance Spitzner securityfocus.com about a concept he calls
honeytokens. The idea is similar to that of a
honeypot, which he defines as "an information system resource whose value lies in unauthorized or illicit use of that resource". Rather than having a computer that's designed to be broken into, however, you have say, a record in a database or a file has no legitimate use; ergo, if anyone uses it, it must be illegitimate. An example he gives: adding a record to the hospital database for a guy named "John F. Kennedy". It doesn't correspond to a real person, so no one has any business looking at the file. If someone does access it, you know that they're abusing their privileges somehow.
The article has several other clever examples, which I found very thought-provoking."
is that corn?
the oda honeypot
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I can tell by your stupidity that you
I find it ironic that you are calling him stupid. You obviously are the unintelligent one around here. Everyone knows that the grandparent post was too well crafted to have been written by a chicken-eating nigger. duh.
"Ugh... UGH!" Chris Pirillo moaned as he squatted
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over the ThumbDrive. He eyes darted back and
forth like a stone man and he sighed gay breaths
as he attempted to shove the device filled with the
entire line of eBooks into his anus. His geek house
trembled with fag vibrations coming from his crack
but then- his doorbell rang, whistling the tune
from "Matlock" throughout his hovel.
"Damn" he howled in a gay, sepulchral voice and
slipped on a pair of pastel slacks. He trapped to
the threshold of his cold abode and grabbed the
greasy doorknob that was shaped like Birdman.
With a slavish sigh, he opened the door to see
none other than Adam Sessler himself!
A gay gasp escaped from Chris's dork lips and
Adam began to speak. Quickly, Chris snapped at him.
"Damnit for the last time you vagabond, you're not
supposed to be here!" The revolting nerd slammed
the door in Adam's face, but the Game Master
quickly shoved his iron boot inbetween the door
and the wall, wedging it open. "I have come for you,"
he spoke in a cold tone; electric arcs coursed
between the spikes in his cockneyed bleached hair.
Adam howled as a blast of mystic Boohbahs
emanated from his busy shirt and slammed
Chris down the hall and into a Microsoft Digital
Picture Frame. Chris grunted and swiped nerd
dust and sheetrock from his arms. He rose to
his feet and watched in horror as Adam brandished
a weapon made from 3 Xbox controllers tied
at the ends. "Oh my word! Game peripherals!"
the dork bellowed; the stench of Cheetos and
Diet Dr. Pepper wafted from his geek teeth.
Instantly his palms began to sweat at the very
sight of them, as if the grease from his McGriddle
hadn't slicked them up enough.
Chris tried to run from his game-playin' adversary,
but it was too late. Adam swung the weapon above
his head and threw it at the King of Nerds,
entangling his legs and forcing him to the floor.
Adam pulled a cestus made from PS2 DVDs
out of his Spice Girls backpack and rushed Chris.
He swiped at his turdly back over and over, causing
streams of cold blood to squirt from his flesh.
"Oh god, the horror, the HORROR!" Chris moaned
as Adam butchered him relentlessly. A old Brit with
one eye and a cockneyed accent burst into the
room and started kicking Chris in the side.
Chris was just about do die when... he rose from
his bed. It was just a dream! He laughed and
took a sip of more Brawls Guarana, hoping he
wouldn't fall asleep again. "Time to plot..." he
grumbled and shoved yet another pin into his
Leo Laporte voodoo doll.
==-ATTENTION-==: I Will be gone for a week and will need a new Chris Pirillo troller (CPTer). Email me at lieberman5@hotmail.com and I'll hook you up as the official CPTer of
If by "honey token" you mean a hot black chick.
(Oh yeah, and that whole thing about the moon landing being a sham is the creation of Fox. We really did make it to the moon the same year UNIX burst forth into this world.)
You can't judge a book by the way it wears its hair.
Apparently nobody has any business using it, so if they do use it, I know something is amiss.
I'm still not sure how the honey comes into play, but I'm trying it out right now. So far, I'm guessing this is going to be a hassle to clean up.
There are some odd things afoot now, in the Villa Straylight.
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