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Safari "Carpet Bomb" Attack Still a Risk
SecureThroughObscure writes "Just a short time after Apple's recent acknowledgment of and patch for the Safari Carpet Bomb 'blended' IE flaw, Microsoft researcher Billy Rios shows that Safari is still useful in a blended attack, this time with Firefox 2/3. (ZDNet's Nate McFeters also spread the word.) Rios claimed that he is able to use Carpet Bomb, despite the recent patch, to steal arbitrary files from victims who also have Firefox 2/3 installed. Both Rios and McFeters pointed out that Apple, which took some heat for not originally patching, actually did a good job of addressing the issue, as the code execution angle was not originally understood (the details came out later). Rios is withholding details of the new attack vector until Apple has had time to patch or respond to this issue."
I was probably like any other fifteen year old when I was growing up, seemingly aways having to fight off a hard-on. Maybe it was hormones, maybe it was because I was still a virgin, but my almost daily jack-off sessions didn't seem to help much. I still wanted to experience the feeling of my dick actually plunging into some beautiful young girl's tight, wet cunt. Hell, she didn't even have to be all that beautiful!
This feeling was driving me crazy. I HAD to have me a piece of ass soon, or I was simply gonna explode! I just couldn't keep out the thoughts of some young girl's pointed, jiggling tits slipping between my lips while my dick plowed between her moist slit.
My imagination, summer bikinis, and dad's PENTHOUSEs helped me to fill out my favorite fantasies of what the girls in my classes looked like naked. Those vivid images of beautiful, naked young girls coming into my room looking at my dick with lust, or my plopping them down on a desk right there in school and fucking our brains out seemed to dominate my every waking moment. Hell, even my nights were filled with wet dreams of these nubile young girls offering their naked bodies to me on sight!
The truth was I had never even seen a live naked girl since I was about seven-years-old playing doctor with a neigbor girl. Even then I didn't know what it was all about, just that my little dick got hard when I touched her bare pussy and that it felt REAL GOOD when she touched my hard dick. 'If only I new then what I know now,' I thought. Furthermore, I was much too shy to even approach a girl my age to ask for a date, much less to ask for a piece of ass or a blowjob.
I was sitting under a tree fretting about all of this one summer day, when I was startled by the voice of a young neighbor girl who had walked up behind me.
"What are you doing out here all by yourself?"
Pauline was a typical eleven-year-old, her body just beginning to show the first signs of maturing into an hourglass shape, but she still was flat-chested. Her personality had definitely not matured, and I even cosidered her to be quite a brat.
"Nothing much, just moping around," I told her.
"What's wrong?" she asked in a soft tone, touching my knee as she sat down beside me on the ground, her small skirt riding up her smooth legs.
I had never looked at her in a sexual way before, but the combination of my frustration and her uncharacteristic soft-spoken manner caused me to take a second look at her. She was actually a very pretty young girl, with long dark brown hair that flowed down onto her flat, preteen chest. Her innocent dark brown eyes looked deeply into mine as she pondered my troubles, and I began to get an idea on how I might exploit this budding motherly instinct of hers.
"Well......, it's just that a lot of the other guys my age have dated girls already," I began, "some of them have even had sex."
I paused to check her reaction. She was still sitting there looking at me intently, her knees pulled up near her chest and her arms draped around them casually leaving her skirt to gape open under her legs. I was sure that anyone passing by would be able to see her panties, but she didn't seem to be aware of her immodest pose.
"I'm just too shy to ask anyone out, though. I guess I'll never have the guts to either."
She sat there silently, bending her head down and resting her chin on her knees. She seemed to be in thought as she began to stare blankly at the ground in front of her, possibly wondering about her own lack of boyfriends and whether she too would ever have the experience of having sex one day.
"Have you ever wondered what it's like to have sex?" I asked her, hoping to guide the situation into a possible encounter. v She looked at me momentarily to see if I was sincere, or just trying to poke fun at her before answering.
"Well...., yeah...., sometimes...., but nobody really likes me much around here. All of the boys in my class just want to play by th
why do you insist on treating us as a group of idiots? how long do you figure you can keep this up? or are you just going to create more accounts to compliment the 12 or however many you have now?
You are an idiot, John Marriot, but that has nothing to do with Slashdot now does it?
uh, do you figure you help your cause by replying with the obvious misspelled account you created for him?
lol anti-slash? is that even active anymore?
You have assumed it was ever activly used by more than one person. Last I read, it's owner was bartending at the local country club. Trolling Slashdot might help the poor tech washout pay his bills.
No, *I* am twitter!
You're right, everyone is tired of this conversation. So why don't you JUST FUCKING STOP.
Seriously, it's old now. If you want to avoid being modded down for shilling yourself, why don't you stop fucking shilling yourself. Pick an account, any account. Maybe Odder, seeing as it seems to have the most karma right now. After that, stop lying and talking bollocks and you may find people start respecting you again. Until then, cut the shit and stop whining, just because people have figured out this pathetic little game of yours.
It would be nice to read through the comments on an article on Slashdot without having to read 5, 6, 7 posts of yours in a row talking to each other as if they were adding value to whatever point you're making.
"It does not do to leave a live dragon out of your calculations, if you live near him." - Tolkien
There you have it, folks. He admits to being a botnet.
I'm finding this new messaging system well-nigh impossible to use.