Which in doctor speak translates to Penecillin, Per Ora (by mouth), 1 teaspoon, twice daily.
Penecillin is a very reactive antibiotic, and can easily be overdosed, though not often fatally. But even a mild overdose can lead to diarrhea, vomiting, and other such unpleasantness.
This is exactly why I always ask my doctor to specify in metric units or give me capsules, and use a dosing spoon to take the liquids.
But most doctors prescribe in the locally familiar units, knowing the tolerances and such for dosage.
And we give you this hardware key, completely sealed in plastic and epoxy, that you plug into the parallel port on the back of the player which participates in the key exchange, making it totally uncrackable.
Wait a moment, you mean if I tap the wires from the parallel port while the key exchange takes place I can gain man in the middle information? Wonderful! *grabs soldering pencil*
But there's more! We burn a small hole in the disc that makes it return errors when read that we can use as yet another key, but which normal burners cannot possibly duplicate!
Hmm... that will take another five minutes, have to flash my custom burning ROM back to the drive.
We also encase the disc in black carbonite so that only a specially modulated laser can possibly read it, and only on the full moon does the player load the new decryption keys, but only in months that end in "R".
Gotcha, so I need to hack a laser from one of these "special" players and solder it into my bench drive, then read the specifications for the disc to figure out how to read the disc in raw mode.
It does not matter what they try, short of not giving us the movie at all and just charging for nothing, it can and will be broken.
Of course, while this sounds good on the surface, what you are really presenting to the bot's point of view is nothing more than a binary grid problem: living or not living.
So the bot gets a copy of the page, with the embedded talk back information, and begins a binary tree search for the combination to the lock, resubmitting the exact same form each time, thus preventing the combination from changing during the search.
It makes no difference how many pictures you use, what they are of, or what the question is, since the end result is a true or false for each position in the matrix.
Certain assumptions can be made for the starting position to reduce the search space, as well. The distribution can be calculated after a few successes, building a extrapolated probability curve for the matrix as a whole, and for each position. Since the distribution is probably pseudo random, and patterns in the generation become trivial steps in the solution space.
This is the same problem with the Captcha, not that the search space is large, but that the programmers designing the solution fail to account for the view of the computer performing the search. A captcha is not a picture to the bot. It is a numeric lock, with a fixed combination space and rules for the combination, both of which can be exploited. Many captcha systems also fail to properly invalidate the capthca after a failed attempt, so once the bot has a tagged form, it can re use the same captcha over and over until it succeeds.
Thus there does not need to be AI or even necessarily OCR, just an intelligent search function with some knowledge of the rules for the search space (e.g. from x to y digits, always contains between a and b numbers, high probability of n capitals, etc).
From there it is a simple lock picking.
Set the computer theory books down for once and realize that computers are tireless, cheap, and networked. Search power and computational power are easy to come by, and all it really takes is one person who can analyze the patterns and feed the rules to the computer.
Shoot kid, back when I started using these computer things, we had to send a fox to the guy with the server, with or without a rock (we called em bits) tied to it's back. With a rock was one bit, without a rock was 0 bits. Then he would send the fox back, with or without the bit on it's back.
Sometimes the fox would lose the bit, that was a dropped bit. We had a lot of dropped bitsback then. And man in the middle attacks, those danged nobles liked to hunt our foxes and take our bits for themselves. We quickly learned not to send coins as bits, as those financial transactions were always targets of those horse riding hackers.
All that foxing back and forth was great high tech stuff, though. It meant that we could find out what happened to the hero in our latest serial we were following. Stories over fox took a while to load, but no longer than a torrent does now days... about two weeks to the chapter.
Then some smarty came up with a bit bag, which we could put several bits in at a time, and send the whole packet with the fox. Then packet loss became a bigger problem, but bit loss pretty much disappeared.
You kids now days with your quality of service and TCP/IP. You don't know how good you have it!
Actually, I got to use chainsaws and guns in the back yard, but close enough. It was a really large, open living room with a blue ceiling.
Because dad was ex-military and ex-police (he was retired at this point), he kept guns in the house. Nothing taught me more respect for a gun than when at eight, he allowed me to take one shot with a 1912 Remington.22 gauge rifle. After having a bruised shoulder and a sore butt, I never had any desire to treat them as toys.
As far as the chainsaw, he would hold it (and I now realize) control it while allowing me to assist him. Once I was strong enough to control it on my own, it was "boy, go cut us up another fire log".
By not treating things as forbidden, they had no lure for me to sneak off and try them on my own. And I knew that the saw was locked in the shed and the gun was locked in the gun locker, so I knew that I had to ask before touching them.
Of course, I probably wouldn't have been as sanguine about all that as a kid if I hadn't also known that the rules were backed up with potential posterior hand prints. We didn't get spanked often, but we knew the consequences of our actions, plain and simple.
Perhaps we should just apply the simplicity rule to the whole mess: Parents should be involved in their children's lives (and no, not the "be their best friend" type).
When I was growing up, I had to prove that I could safely and sanely handle something before I was allowed to use it unsupervised. It did not matter what it was; be it a phone, a computer, a gun, a chainsaw, a hammer, or a toy. When something new came into the picture, it would be allowed in the living room, where a parent could watch at first. Once I had shown the ability to use it properly, I was allowed to use it in other areas. Very simple, I knew the rules, and I knew how to obtain freedom: be responsible.
When I was very young, the only phones were in the public areas of the house, and my parent's bedroom. When I first showed an interest in calling friends, I was allowed to do so in the main rooms. After a while, I was allowed to use the one in the parent's bedroom, knowing that they were'nt listening, but that they might walk in anytime. After that, they allowed me to have one in my room, because I had earned their trust.
The same applied to the family computer(s). The first one was in the main room, and eventually it migrated to my room.
You may have realized this already, but you just made a cogent example for the seperation of content (the.CSV data) from presentation (the.XLS with formulas and formatting) in the data stream.
Good point... I guess that the hammer I'm using right now looked like it would fit that nail. But then again, I didn't spend anymore time on that one than I would on a phone interview, so I am hoist in my own petard.
That just serves to illustrate that a hasty solution is not often an efficient one.
Why not use a Huffman coding for the numbers, since the limit of the digits being 0-9 only has 100 possible forms, out of 256 per byte. That would allow a rudection of the data storage for whole numbers to at worst 7/8 (since 100d=64h=7 bits) The lookup table would require 100bytes, so for that to be useful you would have to store >50 of the complete numbers. Of course, given 8 million, the probability is high that more than 50 complete numbers would need storing. The lookup could be precalculated and is a one time cost, and an O(1) lookup function since the two digit decimal number is a lookup offset into the table.
Maybe before worrying that it's typed wrong, you need to read Vonnegut again and think, which has more meaning: that you took the name as your own and recognized in yourself something akin to him, or that you are not perfect?
What if I filed on 020070127 and have a SIN of 020070308?
Both of those will fit (with truncation) into either field, and bot of those will also logically resolve to usable data no matter which field they get encoded into.
Not only that, but being BogoMIPS instead of MIPS, it is a unit of acceleration on the imaginary plane (i.e. 90 degrees relative to reality), and is freely convertible to FPFPF (furlongs per fortnight per fortnight) but only on Pemtiums which have been treated for floating point bugs.
I started one campaign off by throwing the PCs (level 1) against an army of orcs and high level casters. Of course, they all died within the first session, but much like your intro, that was just a means to excite them before they met the real motivator and have them already wondering what was coming next.
Sometimes, playing the safe intro is not the best way to get someone's attention. Some groups need the newbie guide. A good GM can tell the difference, even when the players think they are elite. A good computer, on the other hand, still can't tell a B from an 8.
Ok, maybe not in your ideal world, true. But in my ideal world I wand my ads to be ads and my sex to be free^W add free. Don't use sex to try and sell me beer, and I'll do the using of beer to get sex on my own, TYVM.
But more to the point, the use of hot girls/guys to insinuate that drinking this brand/driving this car/using this enlargement cream will automatically attract said girls/guys to me is the most annoying part or marketing to me. The whole psychology of desire annoys me to no end.
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Right here, but I really don't want the job.
Pcn po 1tsp 2x dl
Which in doctor speak translates to Penecillin, Per Ora (by mouth), 1 teaspoon, twice daily.
Penecillin is a very reactive antibiotic, and can easily be overdosed, though not often fatally. But even a mild overdose can lead to diarrhea, vomiting, and other such unpleasantness.
This is exactly why I always ask my doctor to specify in metric units or give me capsules, and use a dosing spoon to take the liquids.
But most doctors prescribe in the locally familiar units, knowing the tolerances and such for dosage.
And we give you this hardware key, completely sealed in plastic and epoxy, that you plug into the parallel port on the back of the player which participates in the key exchange, making it totally uncrackable.
Wait a moment, you mean if I tap the wires from the parallel port while the key exchange takes place I can gain man in the middle information? Wonderful! *grabs soldering pencil*
But there's more! We burn a small hole in the disc that makes it return errors when read that we can use as yet another key, but which normal burners cannot possibly duplicate!
Hmm... that will take another five minutes, have to flash my custom burning ROM back to the drive.
We also encase the disc in black carbonite so that only a specially modulated laser can possibly read it, and only on the full moon does the player load the new decryption keys, but only in months that end in "R".
Gotcha, so I need to hack a laser from one of these "special" players and solder it into my bench drive, then read the specifications for the disc to figure out how to read the disc in raw mode.
It does not matter what they try, short of not giving us the movie at all and just charging for nothing, it can and will be broken.
Of course, while this sounds good on the surface, what you are really presenting to the bot's point of view is nothing more than a binary grid problem: living or not living.
So the bot gets a copy of the page, with the embedded talk back information, and begins a binary tree search for the combination to the lock, resubmitting the exact same form each time, thus preventing the combination from changing during the search.
It makes no difference how many pictures you use, what they are of, or what the question is, since the end result is a true or false for each position in the matrix.
Certain assumptions can be made for the starting position to reduce the search space, as well. The distribution can be calculated after a few successes, building a extrapolated probability curve for the matrix as a whole, and for each position. Since the distribution is probably pseudo random, and patterns in the generation become trivial steps in the solution space.
This is the same problem with the Captcha, not that the search space is large, but that the programmers designing the solution fail to account for the view of the computer performing the search. A captcha is not a picture to the bot. It is a numeric lock, with a fixed combination space and rules for the combination, both of which can be exploited. Many captcha systems also fail to properly invalidate the capthca after a failed attempt, so once the bot has a tagged form, it can re use the same captcha over and over until it succeeds.
Thus there does not need to be AI or even necessarily OCR, just an intelligent search function with some knowledge of the rules for the search space (e.g. from x to y digits, always contains between a and b numbers, high probability of n capitals, etc).
From there it is a simple lock picking.
Set the computer theory books down for once and realize that computers are tireless, cheap, and networked. Search power and computational power are easy to come by, and all it really takes is one person who can analyze the patterns and feed the rules to the computer.
Heck, I'll post my IP right here, make it easier for them. They can reach me at 127.0.0.1 or alternately at 192.168.0.255
My mother+tivo+full package cable=Soap Opera Addict with all waking hours covered...
Of course, I'm including the "Prime Time Drama" category, many of which are just soap operas with better camera work and shiny special effects.
Shoot kid, back when I started using these computer things, we had to send a fox to the guy with the server, with or without a rock (we called em bits) tied to it's back. With a rock was one bit, without a rock was 0 bits. Then he would send the fox back, with or without the bit on it's back.
Sometimes the fox would lose the bit, that was a dropped bit. We had a lot of dropped bitsback then. And man in the middle attacks, those danged nobles liked to hunt our foxes and take our bits for themselves. We quickly learned not to send coins as bits, as those financial transactions were always targets of those horse riding hackers.
All that foxing back and forth was great high tech stuff, though. It meant that we could find out what happened to the hero in our latest serial we were following. Stories over fox took a while to load, but no longer than a torrent does now days... about two weeks to the chapter.
Then some smarty came up with a bit bag, which we could put several bits in at a time, and send the whole packet with the fox. Then packet loss became a bigger problem, but bit loss pretty much disappeared.
You kids now days with your quality of service and TCP/IP. You don't know how good you have it!
Now get off'n my lawn!
No worries, I didn't think sudo first
Actually, I got to use chainsaws and guns in the back yard, but close enough. It was a really large, open living room with a blue ceiling.
.22 gauge rifle. After having a bruised shoulder and a sore butt, I never had any desire to treat them as toys.
Because dad was ex-military and ex-police (he was retired at this point), he kept guns in the house. Nothing taught me more respect for a gun than when at eight, he allowed me to take one shot with a 1912 Remington
As far as the chainsaw, he would hold it (and I now realize) control it while allowing me to assist him. Once I was strong enough to control it on my own, it was "boy, go cut us up another fire log".
By not treating things as forbidden, they had no lure for me to sneak off and try them on my own. And I knew that the saw was locked in the shed and the gun was locked in the gun locker, so I knew that I had to ask before touching them.
Of course, I probably wouldn't have been as sanguine about all that as a kid if I hadn't also known that the rules were backed up with potential posterior hand prints. We didn't get spanked often, but we knew the consequences of our actions, plain and simple.
Perhaps we should just apply the simplicity rule to the whole mess: Parents should be involved in their children's lives (and no, not the "be their best friend" type).
When I was growing up, I had to prove that I could safely and sanely handle something before I was allowed to use it unsupervised. It did not matter what it was; be it a phone, a computer, a gun, a chainsaw, a hammer, or a toy. When something new came into the picture, it would be allowed in the living room, where a parent could watch at first. Once I had shown the ability to use it properly, I was allowed to use it in other areas. Very simple, I knew the rules, and I knew how to obtain freedom: be responsible.
When I was very young, the only phones were in the public areas of the house, and my parent's bedroom. When I first showed an interest in calling friends, I was allowed to do so in the main rooms. After a while, I was allowed to use the one in the parent's bedroom, knowing that they were'nt listening, but that they might walk in anytime. After that, they allowed me to have one in my room, because I had earned their trust.
The same applied to the family computer(s). The first one was in the main room, and eventually it migrated to my room.
Trust must be earned, and responsibility taught.
Bravely brave mr Balmer bravely ran away, away; bravely ran away. When OSS reared it's grinning head, he boldly turned his chair and fled.
Ok, so that's Zoidberg. Bit is he smiling or frowning? Without the claws it's hard to tell!
For more enjoyment, consumption is being standardized. Buy more. Buy more now.
You may have realized this already, but you just made a cogent example for the seperation of content (the .CSV data) from presentation (the .XLS with formulas and formatting) in the data stream.
According to my disassembler, that is an interesting bit ox x86 code:
or ecx, edi
add bl,byte ptr SS:[ebp+D85BE374]
inc ecx
push esi
lds esp,FWord ptr DS:[ebx+56h]
mov al, al
Not sure what is does, but I'm sure it's useful.
09 F9 -- 02 9D 74 E3 -- -- -- -- C5 63 -- 88 C0
Just add a munitions heater to the USB powered missile launchers... create a fast moving hotspot for the sensors :)
Good point... I guess that the hammer I'm using right now looked like it would fit that nail. But then again, I didn't spend anymore time on that one than I would on a phone interview, so I am hoist in my own petard.
That just serves to illustrate that a hasty solution is not often an efficient one.
Why not use a Huffman coding for the numbers, since the limit of the digits being 0-9 only has 100 possible forms, out of 256 per byte. That would allow a rudection of the data storage for whole numbers to at worst 7/8 (since 100d=64h=7 bits) The lookup table would require 100bytes, so for that to be useful you would have to store >50 of the complete numbers. Of course, given 8 million, the probability is high that more than 50 complete numbers would need storing. The lookup could be precalculated and is a one time cost, and an O(1) lookup function since the two digit decimal number is a lookup offset into the table.
Maybe before worrying that it's typed wrong, you need to read Vonnegut again and think, which has more meaning: that you took the name as your own and recognized in yourself something akin to him, or that you are not perfect?
Hot.
*Holds teacup over head under the pot*
Good for tea.
Oh?
What if I filed on 020070127 and have a SIN of 020070308?
Both of those will fit (with truncation) into either field, and bot of those will also logically resolve to usable data no matter which field they get encoded into.
Not only that, but being BogoMIPS instead of MIPS, it is a unit of acceleration on the imaginary plane (i.e. 90 degrees relative to reality), and is freely convertible to FPFPF (furlongs per fortnight per fortnight) but only on Pemtiums which have been treated for floating point bugs.
I started one campaign off by throwing the PCs (level 1) against an army of orcs and high level casters. Of course, they all died within the first session, but much like your intro, that was just a means to excite them before they met the real motivator and have them already wondering what was coming next.
Sometimes, playing the safe intro is not the best way to get someone's attention. Some groups need the newbie guide. A good GM can tell the difference, even when the players think they are elite. A good computer, on the other hand, still can't tell a B from an 8.
Ok, maybe not in your ideal world, true. But in my ideal world I wand my ads to be ads and my sex to be free^W add free. Don't use sex to try and sell me beer, and I'll do the using of beer to get sex on my own, TYVM.
But more to the point, the use of hot girls/guys to insinuate that drinking this brand/driving this car/using this enlargement cream will automatically attract said girls/guys to me is the most annoying part or marketing to me. The whole psychology of desire annoys me to no end.