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Typing Patterns for Authentication
Kelson writes "NPR's Marketplace is reporting on a new authentication scheme. BioPassword tracks the way you type your password: how long each key is depressed, the time between keystrokes, and overall speed. When someone tries to log into your account, it compares the pattern to what it has on file. It only allows you in if both the password and patterns match. The technique has been around a while. World War II Morse code operators used it to determine whether a message was sent by an ally or an impostor."
So now I won't be able to log in to forums and make a fool of myself when I'm drunk :(
Short arms?
Long penis.
The higher the technology, the sharper that two-edged sword.
This reminds me of the old joke about the two russian comrades that read in pravda how a new city in siberia needs engineers. The story says the city wants for nothing, the store shevles are stocked, the store clerks courteous, and there are no lines. But they know that sometime pravda is not isvestia (the truth) and it might be a trap. SO they agree that one of them will go and write back if the stories are true. but if it's a trap their mail will be searched to they agree on a code. If it is all lies the writer will write in red ink. and if true then in blue.
One day the letter arrives. It is in Blue ink. it raves about the luxury goods, and the stores of plenty. In fact says the writer, the only thing in short supply seems to be red ink.
The modern version would have the comrade unable to log in because all the keyboards were dvorak.
Some drink at the fountain of knowledge. Others just gargle.
Start drinking before you set your password!
Turning coffee into code.
World War II Morse code operators used it to determine whether a message was sent by an ally or an impostor.
It was all netware back then....
"All great things are simple & expressed in a single word: freedom, justice, honor, duty, mercy, hope." --Churchill
Man, I don't know about those circumstances, but I would welcome an online financial transaction system that's good enough to recognize whether or not I'm drunkenly typing in my credit card number after a night on the town. The combination of woot.com and a few too many beers has on more than one occasion proved fatal to both my self-respect and my checking account...as if two Roombas isn't enough as it is!
I left my wallet in El Sigundo!
man, what an exciting life... getting drunk and buying stuff online! You're giving Keith Richards a run for his money...
Yeah, not only that, but imagine when you've forgotten something important and you call home to talk to your spouse to get it.
Kent M Pitman
Philosopher, Technologist, Writer
Man if I was you, I would drink more before I stole money from myself. Two Roombas? When you're drunk? What the hell is wrong with renting a hotel room and puking in the pool? Or renting a limo to drive you out, without enough cash to get back? Or, hire a stripper to sneak into bed with your best friend and his wife, so you can buy him a beer the next night, then claim poverty on him. Dude, you need some alcoholism.
Under the influence of Post-Cyberpunk Gonzo Journalism
how many pairs of boxer shorts should you own?
while you were drunk, I intercepted the email you wrote to
- the girl from the office
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You can't take the sky from me...
It won't be long before online fraudsters learn to copy users "fists."
Yes, I predict the internet will be awash in "fisting" websites within the fortnight.
-Isaac
I am not a lawyer, and this is not legal advice. For Entertainment Purposes Only.
One morning I woke up surrounded by empty beer cans, an ashtray full of roaches, my wallet out, my debit card out of my wallet, my laptop out of juice ..... and a blinding headache. I was dimly aware of having ordered something online but couldn't for the life of me think either what it was, or where from. Though my browsing history had apparently survived the enforced fsck, there were still many things it could have been.
A few days later, a Palm Tungsten arrived at my place of work; and when my bank statement arrived, that turned out to have been the only purchase I had made during those lost hours. It could have been worse. A lot worse, judging by my the sites in my browser history!
Lesson: Don't order stuff online while pissed and/or stoned.
Je fume. Tu fumes. Nous fûmes!
"whether a message was sent by an ally or an impostor..."
...or a cat.
--Rob
Towards the Singularity.
What's gonna happen when I get drunk? I think my typing patterns change dramatically when I get stoned.
The Chuck Norris bank; Where you log in with your fist.
In a fair world, refrigerators would make electricity.