Nmap Developers Release a Picture of the Web
iago-vL writes "The Nmap Project recently posted an awesome visualization of the top million site icons (favicons) on the Web, sized by relative popularity of sites. This project used the Nmap Scripting Engine, which is capable of performing discovery, vulnerability detection, and anything else you can imagine with lightning speed. We saw last month how an Nmap developer downloaded 170 million Facebook names, and this month it's a million favicons; I wonder what they'll do next?"
"We're going to Disney Land!" - NMAP Team
If only I could find a way to make money off other people's stupidity...
Go into politics.
just an FYI: Its based on data from Alexa. Despite what Alexa claims, I find the results to be off by an order of magnitude from true traffic.
I do, it's called "consulting".
Incidentally, just to the right of the Slashdot icon lives Virgin
/. crowd, methinks...
A little too close to home for the
OTOH, sometimes it doesn't work out so well.
"You call it a new way of thinking; I call it regression to ignorance!" -- Operation Ivy
"The company website is *down*", laments a snivelling luser on my way in through the door.
"Ah, is it, then? Excellent! I'll take care of it in my office." The luser unfortunately shadows me through the hallway, running through my RFID-secured doorway after I open it. My office is dimly lit, with one focus bulb shining on a poster behind my monitor. I sit at my terminal, browsing my e-mail while drinking my coffee.
"But the website..."
I sigh. Why do they seem most hopeful when I try to ignore them so thoroughly? I gesture to the illuminated poster hanging on my wall. It's a massive framed artwork from Nmap's team of the favicons of the web's most visited websites. Customized slightly, of course. Where our site sits at the farthest edge of the bottom left of the page, I have mounted a microscopic flag with the tiny words "You Are Here" written on it in gold.
There is silence as the luser peers at the poster. Then, I hear a small, soul-crushed whimper as he finds his grand company's place on the web, and hear him shuffle from the room, and my door softly close behind him. I grin. Sometimes, it's all too easy to crush souls on Monday mornings...
There's a 68.71% chance you're right.