Well she does seem a bit more pale lately and she never wants to come over for dinner unless she gets meat and lots of it. We have only talked during nights after she got out and she sometimes have this "crazy stare" when she says she is hungry. Last night she was out riding alone and saw a deer who ran away as she put it "because she was so ugly", but it could have been "because it felt she was so hungry".
I have a friend who just got out of a mental institution whom I have been worried about for quite some time, now that she is out in the real world and feels better I can honestly say that my days have improved a lot.
As hollywood taught us, that story has only a discrete amount of possible endings:
- Your friend will get into your house tonight and kill you. With an axe. - Your friend is actually you, as you'll discover waking up covered in dry red stains and possibly a dead animal next to you. - Your friend is now a vampire.
Notice how all those plots can be intermingled seamlessly for the sequels; also, as hollywood taught us.
I told you. Stupidity is not only deadly but also contagious through any information transmission capable medium.
That's why the extra terrestrial visitors fly so fast and with their radio turned off.
They're playing chicken.
"Did you hear? GX-3-ThBlarg just did a low fly at merely three fongs per chronocycle! And he turned the wave receivers on for FIVE SECONDS!" "No way! He'll end up idiotized, like his big brother. He must already be getting fatter and sad."
By now the finches will have evolved to feed on natural historians, and other assorted crew.
"If you watch closely the lower left corner of the picture, you'll be able to see an impressive specimen of Dr. Johansson's newly discovered Devoratrix Historiator; or, as the team liked to call them, a 'skullfucker'"
"On the next picture you can see a closer image, slightly darkened by some of Dr. Johansson's blood and brain pieces on the camera."
a situation whereby control of a Cisco AP can be obtained, whether intentionally or unintentionally, to gain access to a customer's wireless LAN.
Unintentionally?
It's one thing to accept that in the perpetual arms race you'll regularly fall behind and your job is to limit those situations to a manageable minimum. It's a completely differnt matter when a non threatening actor may stumble upon a vulnerability.
"Yes, sir, the bank doors do open automatically when a stray cat passes in front of it at night. You see, cats have precisely the size we didn't account for in our supersecure doors."
Or get the entire package, transform it into a single file (by whatever means necessary) and print the binary code of that file in 2D barcode, in plastic sheets.
It will last well over five thousand years and no matter the difficulty of reading it, it will always be at least possible.
If you expect your niece to become a vampire or somehow surpass the expiration date of plastic, you can pay a little to get the 2D barcoded plastic sheets engraved in metal sheets or tablets.
Follow those steps and your niece's time capsule might become the rosetta stone for an intelligent being aeons away.
A long time ago I redirected my child interest in destroying and rebuilding electronics to tinkering with virtual constructs.
So I shouldn't be interested in "hardware hacking"; however, too many hours of fallout, too many zombie movies and too many post apocaliptic novels have given me a degree of interest in that part of the engineering poetry.
Time to go find an open source rifle made from old car parts.
I sincerely apologize for the eye-bleeding spelling horror I managed to reach with the previous post*.
Once again, I promise not posting on slashdot before the first dose of caffeine.
*: My first spelling of that as 'precious post' probably means I need even more caffeine.
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Pff, that's nothing. My bank system is much safer.
It demands a password. It demands the code from a one time pad. It demands a confirmation of the full detailed transaction. As the transaction surpasses a certain amount it asks you to physically go to the bank. You then get to the bank, to assure the bank director you do want to make the payment.
From that point, the information required depends on your skill convincing the bank director that you actually do want to buy diamonds through "THA INTARWEBS!" and that you're not crazy nor a moron.
I suggest starting the conversation with "No, they don't use your data to buy children in the third world and put them in a mine."
Oh, now that I think on it, I also suggest not letting the conversation derive into "where were the diamonds you're trying to buy found, and how many children died extracting them, you fraking child murdered." as it may reduce your chances of closing the transaction in a reasonable time span.
If the hacker manages to do that remotely and in real time I say he can keep the children.
Unless horses get so expensive and building carts so cheap you'd rather prepare a thouosand different carts just to be absolutely sure of which kind of horse you're going to invest all your effort trying to find.
Or is it just robot season? We've had throwable robots, fleash-eating robots, evil robots, deceptive robots...
And the joke grows ever bigger.
The janitor pops out of his bunker just for a second to throw what seems to be a malformed metal egg with deep red stains over its dark shiny skin. The egg bounces a couple times on the granite museum floor before coming to a stop in front of the tourists. A gust of green vapours escape the egg as it slowly deploys legs, arms and an open mouth with teeth that seem to have been recently sharpened down to points.
"Good morning. I'll be your robotic guide" says the egg robot with a voice that ressembles an old magnetic tape. Its pitch raises and lowers, giving the impression it's emphasising random words.
"I hope you'll enjoy your visit as much as I'll enjoy you." A vicious grin lights the robot's face for an instant. "I mean, it. As I'll enjoy it".
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Well she does seem a bit more pale lately and she never wants to come over for dinner unless she gets meat and lots of it. We have only talked during nights after she got out and she sometimes have this "crazy stare" when she says she is hungry. Last night she was out riding alone and saw a deer who ran away as she put it "because she was so ugly", but it could have been "because it felt she was so hungry".
Oh god!
You mean...
She could be...
A robot!?
I have a friend who just got out of a mental institution whom I have been worried about for quite some time, now that she is out in the real world and feels better I can honestly say that my days have improved a lot.
As hollywood taught us, that story has only a discrete amount of possible endings:
- Your friend will get into your house tonight and kill you. With an axe.
- Your friend is actually you, as you'll discover waking up covered in dry red stains and possibly a dead animal next to you.
- Your friend is now a vampire.
Notice how all those plots can be intermingled seamlessly for the sequels; also, as hollywood taught us.
I told you. Stupidity is not only deadly but also contagious through any information transmission capable medium.
That's why the extra terrestrial visitors fly so fast and with their radio turned off.
They're playing chicken.
"Did you hear? GX-3-ThBlarg just did a low fly at merely three fongs per chronocycle! And he turned the wave receivers on for FIVE SECONDS!"
"No way! He'll end up idiotized, like his big brother. He must already be getting fatter and sad."
"After an unprecedented archeological effort, the last page of the original bible has finally been found. It contains just one sentence."
it's past my bedtime, i'm over tired and am probably gonna be sorry i posted this, but what the hell.
By now the finches will have evolved to feed on natural historians, and other assorted crew.
"If you watch closely the lower left corner of the picture, you'll be able to see an impressive specimen of Dr. Johansson's newly discovered Devoratrix Historiator; or, as the team liked to call them, a 'skullfucker'"
"On the next picture you can see a closer image, slightly darkened by some of Dr. Johansson's blood and brain pieces on the camera."
Damn! I'd like the t-shirt but "millions of dollars" seems like a little overpriced.
Unless it's signed by the admins, of course.
The years thing was because they send them by standard mail?
a situation whereby control of a Cisco AP can be obtained, whether intentionally or unintentionally, to gain access to a customer's wireless LAN.
Unintentionally?
It's one thing to accept that in the perpetual arms race you'll regularly fall behind and your job is to limit those situations to a manageable minimum. It's a completely differnt matter when a non threatening actor may stumble upon a vulnerability.
"Yes, sir, the bank doors do open automatically when a stray cat passes in front of it at night. You see, cats have precisely the size we didn't account for in our supersecure doors."
We'll be using quantum computers before the appeals run out.
Actually, quantum computers will be using us.
Which brings curious questions about the future and soviet russia.
Or get the entire package, transform it into a single file (by whatever means necessary) and print the binary code of that file in 2D barcode, in plastic sheets.
It will last well over five thousand years and no matter the difficulty of reading it, it will always be at least possible.
If you expect your niece to become a vampire or somehow surpass the expiration date of plastic, you can pay a little to get the 2D barcoded plastic sheets engraved in metal sheets or tablets.
Follow those steps and your niece's time capsule might become the rosetta stone for an intelligent being aeons away.
A long time ago I redirected my child interest in destroying and rebuilding electronics to tinkering with virtual constructs.
So I shouldn't be interested in "hardware hacking"; however, too many hours of fallout, too many zombie movies and too many post apocaliptic novels have given me a degree of interest in that part of the engineering poetry.
Time to go find an open source rifle made from old car parts.
Hi, Mr.Cragen.
Why is your (email not shown publicly)?
Liskula Cohen is a skank and a ho. For that matter, so is Rosemary Port.
I hope nobody returns to slashdot after a long leave and starts by reading that post.
If it end up having a (+5 interesting) or somesuch, the scream of pure nerdrage would tear the spacetime continuum.
I had three of one of my front teeth when I was rather young. The second one was a gnarled twisted mass. :\
Be grateful you hadn't born in ancient Sparta.
Huh? What's People Eating Tasty Animals got to do with it?
I think they'd rather not eat that kind of tasty.
It won't need to run linux.
It will type it from scratch!
With great speed and dexterity!
Will they fuck their pets too?
Too?
That's it. You've been reported to PETA.
And let go of that cat already.
I sincerely apologize for the eye-bleeding spelling horror I managed to reach with the previous post*.
Once again, I promise not posting on slashdot before the first dose of caffeine.
*: My first spelling of that as 'precious post' probably means I need even more caffeine.
Pff, that's nothing. My bank system is much safer.
It demands a password.
It demands the code from a one time pad.
It demands a confirmation of the full detailed transaction.
As the transaction surpasses a certain amount it asks you to physically go to the bank.
You then get to the bank, to assure the bank director you do want to make the payment.
From that point, the information required depends on your skill convincing the bank director that you actually do want to buy diamonds through "THA INTARWEBS!" and that you're not crazy nor a moron.
I suggest starting the conversation with "No, they don't use your data to buy children in the third world and put them in a mine."
Oh, now that I think on it, I also suggest not letting the conversation derive into "where were the diamonds you're trying to buy found, and how many children died extracting them, you fraking child murdered." as it may reduce your chances of closing the transaction in a reasonable time span.
If the hacker manages to do that remotely and in real time I say he can keep the children.
"And inthis sequence this video you can see the robot hand strangling dr. Kamakuro.
Notice how the pressure sensonrs allows it to know when to release to leave the doctor unconscious but alive.
Observe the marvelous precision displayed as it cuts the doctor's hand and peels its skin to make itself a costume.
Ohh, it's trying to sew itself to the doctor's stump; ain't it the cutest thing?"
Unless horses get so expensive and building carts so cheap you'd rather prepare a thouosand different carts just to be absolutely sure of which kind of horse you're going to invest all your effort trying to find.
An experiment is only a failure if you don't learn anything from it.
There are still degrees of success.
I tend to consider it a failure if all I learned is: "I should wear fireproof clothes for all my pyrotechnical flamabilities experiments.
Especially after the third time I learn the same lesson.
Or is it just robot season? We've had throwable robots, fleash-eating robots, evil robots, deceptive robots...
And the joke grows ever bigger.
The janitor pops out of his bunker just for a second to throw what seems to be a malformed metal egg with deep red stains over its dark shiny skin. The egg bounces a couple times on the granite museum floor before coming to a stop in front of the tourists.
A gust of green vapours escape the egg as it slowly deploys legs, arms and an open mouth with teeth that seem to have been recently sharpened down to points.
"Good morning. I'll be your robotic guide" says the egg robot with a voice that ressembles an old magnetic tape. Its pitch raises and lowers, giving the impression it's emphasising random words.
"I hope you'll enjoy your visit as much as I'll enjoy you." A vicious grin lights the robot's face for an instant. "I mean, it. As I'll enjoy it".
"On your left, you may observe a thirteenth century representa... GZHRRRZT... ANNIHILATE HUMANS! ANNIHILATE HUMANS!"
future robots should act exactly like I fantasise them in my head, same with alien animals.
I don't know if I'd like that movie, but I'm pretty sure it wouldn't be PG-13.
They are extremely accurate and they always do the same task in the same way.'"
"...just like computer programs."
*grin*
Why yes! I will indeed be here all week.