When I was in the USAF, I a couple of my buddies playing on the Air Force network. I told them, "What is the LAN shop gonna say when they catch you playing Doom on the USAF network?" They looked at me and said, "Who do you think we are playing?"
Later, I spent my last six weeks in the USAF playing Doom and "using" my brand new $5,000 workstation (Pentium 90, 32 MB of memory, 1 GB HD, 21" monitor) to keep it out of the hands of other projects... on order from my Lieutenant! I also used Borland C++ to write a program that told me how much time, down to the microsecond, I had left in the USAF!
I was playing a friend of mine who was pretty wicked at Doom. We were in this area where there was one way into a pit that you had to jump into, and one way out, via teleporter. When you jumped it, it made the "uh" grunting noise. I waited around the corner, pushed against the wall to grunt, and then followed him down in the pit when he was sure I had jumped in ahead. I blasted him with a rocket just as he turned around! He had no idea what hit him!
Descent: Freespace is one of my favorite games of all time! It had a very interesting story line, and you really felt like you were part of the story. The missions were varied with interesting combinations of intelligence gathering, offense, and defense. The graphics were fantastic for the time, and even when you were playing a mission, it felt like playing multiplayer, since you had pretty intelligent AI companions to whom you could give orders. I particularly liked the names of the ships, most of which came from ancient religions: Bhema, Nephilim, Sheitan, Aruna, Manticore, Taranis, Lucifer, Galatea, etc.
My cybersecurity company is still finding MS08-067 all over the place. IT'S ten years old, and it's "bigger than ever!" It's every burgeoning hacker's favorite, since it is so trivial to exploit.
"I used to say flatly to the kids in my class, 'If I ever hear you use the words I'M BORED, you get that once chance, after that, I don't want to hear from you for the rest of the year. Only disgusting people say they're bored. I don't have an obligation to entertain you, neither does anyone else. If you say you're bored, it means you're boring. It means you have a limited mind, and you better do something about that, because no one wants to hang around with boring people, of which, you are the primary case!"
John Taylor Gatto, New York City and State School Teacher of the Year, Author of "The Underground History of American Education"
A group of North Korean scientists caused quite a stir when they attended a convention of astrophysicists, and proclaimed boldly that they were going to land a manned space probe on the sun. There was silence in the auditorium for about five seconds, before uproarious laughter burst out. One of the distinguished scientists from England stood up, cleared his throat, and said, "Why this is QUITE preposterous! You'll never get a manned craft within a million miles of the sun before it burns up! No one would survive! How do you expect to accomplish such a feat?"
The lead North Korean scientist stood up and glared at the upstart. He boldly proclaimed, "Our Great Leader, Kim Jong Eun, is a MASTER SCIENTIST! He has given us the plan for success in this mission!"
The English scientist smirked, "And what is that exactly?"
The North Korean scientist smirked back and replied, "We're going AT NIGHT!"
Anyone that has been 6 years old will remember the child that cried to get another child in trouble.
I call this "reverse bullying" or "drive-by tattling"...
I was a teenager at a church camp in the Midwest. There was one really obnoxious kid that was about three years younger than me. He would talk all kinds of smack to you, and if you threatened him in anyway, he would scream at the top of his lungs, "NO, I will NOT KISS YOU for a DOLLAR!!!" or "STOP MAKING ME TOUCH YOUR PENIS!!!" I don't think anyone took him seriously, but the horrified stares of all of the bystanders were really ticking a couple of us off.
We finally got so sick of it, that one other kid (whose last name he had been intentionally mispronouncing to make it sound very, very lewd and obscene) had some other kids help us lure him into the dorm to "scare him". When he poked his head in the dorm ('cuz he probably guessed what was coming), I grabbed him, dragged him inside, and started to "scare him". That was when the other kid grabbed him, started yelling at him about the intentional mispronunciation, and started slamming his head into one of the bed posts! I protested quietly, "Troy... Troy... Troy... you should stop that... Troy, you probably shouldn't do that... okay... c'mon Troy... I think he gets the point... Troy... Troy..."
The little goober ran out of the dorm room screaming bloody murder at the top of his lungs. He ran to the camp counselors (college students) and told them that we were about to murder him. Apparently, they, too, had had quite enough of his nonsense, so Troy and I were "sentenced" to sit out of the evening's "fun" activities, and go to the dorm to "think about what we had done." It seems the counselors themselves were likely quite grateful that someone had taken it upon themselves to end the little pervert's reign of terror.
This was in the 1980's. I'm quite sure we'd have been sent to juvvie hall, our parents sued, or both, had this happened today.
I got laid off at the age of 49 as a Senior Software Engineer with 25+ years of experience. I got offered a job at the parent company. I had already decided I was going to start taking security classes so that I could get into "ethical hacking", or something related to security.
I took my first class while at the parent company. I interviewed with the instructor for a job as a "cyber security specialist" on the third night of class. I was hired three weeks later, with only a small pay cut.
I now have OSCP, LPT (Master), CISSP, ECSA, and a bunch of other certs. I do hacking, teaching, malware analysis, forensics, and a bunch of other stuff related to security. I've learned some awesome hacking skills, and I'm really, really enjoying this job over working 90 hour weeks to hit artificially created deadlines. I wish I had made this jump ten years ago!
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So will this turn into Canada's version of the "Sesame Credit Score"?
When I was in the USAF, I a couple of my buddies playing on the Air Force network. I told them, "What is the LAN shop gonna say when they catch you playing Doom on the USAF network?" They looked at me and said, "Who do you think we are playing?"
Later, I spent my last six weeks in the USAF playing Doom and "using" my brand new $5,000 workstation (Pentium 90, 32 MB of memory, 1 GB HD, 21" monitor) to keep it out of the hands of other projects... on order from my Lieutenant! I also used Borland C++ to write a program that told me how much time, down to the microsecond, I had left in the USAF!
I was playing a friend of mine who was pretty wicked at Doom. We were in this area where there was one way into a pit that you had to jump into, and one way out, via teleporter. When you jumped it, it made the "uh" grunting noise. I waited around the corner, pushed against the wall to grunt, and then followed him down in the pit when he was sure I had jumped in ahead. I blasted him with a rocket just as he turned around! He had no idea what hit him!
Daylight Saving Time, The Movie
It's the thought that counts...
Descent: Freespace is one of my favorite games of all time! It had a very interesting story line, and you really felt like you were part of the story. The missions were varied with interesting combinations of intelligence gathering, offense, and defense. The graphics were fantastic for the time, and even when you were playing a mission, it felt like playing multiplayer, since you had pretty intelligent AI companions to whom you could give orders. I particularly liked the names of the ships, most of which came from ancient religions: Bhema, Nephilim, Sheitan, Aruna, Manticore, Taranis, Lucifer, Galatea, etc.
My cybersecurity company is still finding MS08-067 all over the place. IT'S ten years old, and it's "bigger than ever!" It's every burgeoning hacker's favorite, since it is so trivial to exploit.
"I used to say flatly to the kids in my class, 'If I ever hear you use the words I'M BORED, you get that once chance, after that, I don't want to hear from you for the rest of the year. Only disgusting people say they're bored. I don't have an obligation to entertain you, neither does anyone else. If you say you're bored, it means you're boring. It means you have a limited mind, and you better do something about that, because no one wants to hang around with boring people, of which, you are the primary case!"
John Taylor Gatto, New York City and State School Teacher of the Year, Author of "The Underground History of American Education"
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A group of North Korean scientists caused quite a stir when they attended a convention of astrophysicists, and proclaimed boldly that they were going to land a manned space probe on the sun. There was silence in the auditorium for about five seconds, before uproarious laughter burst out. One of the distinguished scientists from England stood up, cleared his throat, and said, "Why this is QUITE preposterous! You'll never get a manned craft within a million miles of the sun before it burns up! No one would survive! How do you expect to accomplish such a feat?"
The lead North Korean scientist stood up and glared at the upstart. He boldly proclaimed, "Our Great Leader, Kim Jong Eun, is a MASTER SCIENTIST! He has given us the plan for success in this mission!"
The English scientist smirked, "And what is that exactly?"
The North Korean scientist smirked back and replied, "We're going AT NIGHT!"
Welcome back to... AOL, CompuServe, and Prodigy! I was really starting to miss the 90's! :D
Laws? We don't need LAWS where WE'RE going!
Anyone that has been 6 years old will remember the child that cried to get another child in trouble.
I call this "reverse bullying" or "drive-by tattling"...
I was a teenager at a church camp in the Midwest. There was one really obnoxious kid that was about three years younger than me. He would talk all kinds of smack to you, and if you threatened him in anyway, he would scream at the top of his lungs, "NO, I will NOT KISS YOU for a DOLLAR!!!" or "STOP MAKING ME TOUCH YOUR PENIS!!!" I don't think anyone took him seriously, but the horrified stares of all of the bystanders were really ticking a couple of us off.
We finally got so sick of it, that one other kid (whose last name he had been intentionally mispronouncing to make it sound very, very lewd and obscene) had some other kids help us lure him into the dorm to "scare him". When he poked his head in the dorm ('cuz he probably guessed what was coming), I grabbed him, dragged him inside, and started to "scare him". That was when the other kid grabbed him, started yelling at him about the intentional mispronunciation, and started slamming his head into one of the bed posts! I protested quietly, "Troy... Troy... Troy... you should stop that... Troy, you probably shouldn't do that... okay... c'mon Troy... I think he gets the point... Troy... Troy..."
The little goober ran out of the dorm room screaming bloody murder at the top of his lungs. He ran to the camp counselors (college students) and told them that we were about to murder him. Apparently, they, too, had had quite enough of his nonsense, so Troy and I were "sentenced" to sit out of the evening's "fun" activities, and go to the dorm to "think about what we had done." It seems the counselors themselves were likely quite grateful that someone had taken it upon themselves to end the little pervert's reign of terror.
This was in the 1980's. I'm quite sure we'd have been sent to juvvie hall, our parents sued, or both, had this happened today.
I got laid off at the age of 49 as a Senior Software Engineer with 25+ years of experience. I got offered a job at the parent company. I had already decided I was going to start taking security classes so that I could get into "ethical hacking", or something related to security. I took my first class while at the parent company. I interviewed with the instructor for a job as a "cyber security specialist" on the third night of class. I was hired three weeks later, with only a small pay cut. I now have OSCP, LPT (Master), CISSP, ECSA, and a bunch of other certs. I do hacking, teaching, malware analysis, forensics, and a bunch of other stuff related to security. I've learned some awesome hacking skills, and I'm really, really enjoying this job over working 90 hour weeks to hit artificially created deadlines. I wish I had made this jump ten years ago!