I worked at a small airport, and trained as crash crew.
Part of the training involved a six-foot-square metal pan full of oil, which the instructor lit.
It was while standing there with the hose, hand on the lever but thinking that the foot-thick tornado of fire towering over me was way too beautiful to put out, that I realised I maybe wasn't the best person for the job...
I replaced the busybox setup with a full system using optware (ipkg), installed a cups print server, and attached a printer to the USB port. So far it has been able to serve up different movies to three different clients simultaneously over my home network without any problems.
A printer? What are you doing, making them watch movies on flick books?
All it's going to take is a "raid" on his home where they find child pornography on one of his computers. He will go to jail for the rest of his life and, from that point forward, everything that comes from wikileaks will be something that came from "that organization that distributes kiddie porn".
On the other hand, if you were going to distribute CP in a big way, what better cover for all that infrastructure than a white-knight expose-the-evil site? They come after you for the CP, and conspiracy theorists the world over kick up a stink about cover-ups. Who's to say this "Insurance" file isn't actually a huge stack of CP that's being decrypted by paedophiles the world over as we speak?
Personally, I think that's all a bit tinfoil-hat, but it's always possible.
My mother went for the low-tech solution to keeping my brother and I off the internet when she wasn't around - taking the power cord to the PC with her.
Suffice to say, they don't call them kettle cords for nothing;)
Get the *real* security to do it.
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At my last place, I'd often work a bit of overtime in the evenings, and I came to know the security guards quite well. I had to walk past the block they were based in, so I'd always pop in and say hello (and usually ended up chatting for an hour or more).
By contrast, there was some shiny-suit type in that same building who, if he even acknowledged the guard's existence, would give him (and me) a filthy look and keep walking. Naturally, one guard started wondering what use this guy was... and filmed him through the window, from the CCTV camera on the opposite building. For an hour. On overtime. Surfing porn. I didn't see Shiny-Suit Guy after that.
Moral: if you're going to misbehave at work, keep Security sweet:)
Two years ago, when I took out my contract with O2 and got my nice shiny new XDA Stellar (aka HTC Kaiser), I specifically asked whether I could tether it, since I was travelling a lot on business and it might have been handy now and then. The rep's answer was, "Yes, but I recommend you don't. It'll cost you 10 quid a meg. And they *will* know." (For comparison: Last time I was abroad, I think I paid 3 GBP per MB of data.)
So at 65GB a month for one user, they should be coining it in.
That doesn't sound like a bright plan. Girls talk. About embarrassing yucky stuff. Do this and the probability of getting it on with her hot friend drops to zero.:(
(Admittedly, that may not be much of a drop, in which case the revenge may well be worth it... the math is left as an exercise for the reader.)
I ended up unlocking my deadbolt and KICKING IN MY OWN FRONT DOOR. I was amazed how easy this was.
Haha, yes. The flat across the hall flooded during the cold snap a few months back - it was empty, and the landlady couldn't be arsed to come turn the water off or the heating on. Of course, the doddery old bloke I've mentioned elsewhere thought the waterfall coming over the gutter was "snow melting" and that the puddle under the downstairs meter box was "someone's dog shaking itself - they're buggers, you know, dogs, shake themselves anywhere, they will... I remember I had a dog once..." Christ.
I put my ear to the door of this flat and, sure enough, running water and lots of it. Nothing for it, have to break in and shut the water off. I tested the door with my hand, didn't feel any give - so I backed up and hurled myself at it, fully expecting to achieve nothing beyond breaking my shoulder. Pop! Next thing I knew I was landing on the other side of the flat, skating on my arse through half an inch of freezing water and crumpling in a heap against the kitchen cabinets, looking back to find the old bastard creased up with laughter.
I have exactly the same kind of lock... Needless to say, I'm thinking of replacing the entire door, frame and all.
On motorway roadworks here in the UK, we tend to have average speed cameras these days. They read your plate as you pass one gantry and if you arrive at the next too soon, bam, ticket. Four of those and that's 12 points on your licence, and that's a ban. In my experience, compliance with the 50 limit is damn near 100% (though it seems that certain BMW drivers are exempt), and that makes it a hell of a lot easier to maintain your own speed.
With the Gatsos, you'd always get the mix of speeds you described, and the slamming on of anchors at the camera points. I would find my speed creeping up to 55 or 60, the truck driver right behind doing the same thing and getting upset when I then corrected it.
I hate average speed cameras with a passion, but through roadworks where people are directly at risk I have no problem with it.
If I look out my window and I see the doddery old bloke from downstairs who keeps you chatting for half an hour (anything less and he thinks you're being rude and starts hanging onto your mail and other crazy-old-man stuff) about how the bin-men put the bins in the wrong order or something, then I go out the back door.
If I don't see him out front, I go out the front door, and fast - I usually hear him unlocking his door to come for a chat. I've discovered that his hearing is very acute, so speed trumps stealth here.
Same deal coming home, with a little recce around the building to figure out the safest route in.
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Yep. On the evening flight to New York, if it left just after dark, the lucky swine on board could see the sun rise in the West.
Verbing adds weirdage.
...tie an iPhone to that and let it go, see if it makes it into space :P
If it were my n900, I would hope that those are the same number!
Or maybe he was a closet Rastafarian, and was rather animatedly telling you not to worry. "Ev'ryt'ing irie, mon..." :)
Cobblers!
I worked at a small airport, and trained as crash crew.
Part of the training involved a six-foot-square metal pan full of oil, which the instructor lit.
It was while standing there with the hose, hand on the lever but thinking that the foot-thick tornado of fire towering over me was way too beautiful to put out, that I realised I maybe wasn't the best person for the job...
I replaced the busybox setup with a full system using optware (ipkg), installed a cups print server, and attached a printer to the USB port. So far it has been able to serve up different movies to three different clients simultaneously over my home network without any problems.
A printer? What are you doing, making them watch movies on flick books?
All it's going to take is a "raid" on his home where they find child pornography on one of his computers. He will go to jail for the rest of his life and, from that point forward, everything that comes from wikileaks will be something that came from "that organization that distributes kiddie porn".
On the other hand, if you were going to distribute CP in a big way, what better cover for all that infrastructure than a white-knight expose-the-evil site? They come after you for the CP, and conspiracy theorists the world over kick up a stink about cover-ups. Who's to say this "Insurance" file isn't actually a huge stack of CP that's being decrypted by paedophiles the world over as we speak?
Personally, I think that's all a bit tinfoil-hat, but it's always possible.
I'd have hoped they were all over 18, but there you go. :)
Bring back Prop Cycle! That thing got me to exercise!
Root beer, by any chance?
My mother went for the low-tech solution to keeping my brother and I off the internet when she wasn't around - taking the power cord to the PC with her.
Suffice to say, they don't call them kettle cords for nothing ;)
At my last place, I'd often work a bit of overtime in the evenings, and I came to know the security guards quite well. I had to walk past the block they were based in, so I'd always pop in and say hello (and usually ended up chatting for an hour or more).
By contrast, there was some shiny-suit type in that same building who, if he even acknowledged the guard's existence, would give him (and me) a filthy look and keep walking. Naturally, one guard started wondering what use this guy was... and filmed him through the window, from the CCTV camera on the opposite building. For an hour. On overtime. Surfing porn. I didn't see Shiny-Suit Guy after that.
Moral: if you're going to misbehave at work, keep Security sweet :)
Two years ago, when I took out my contract with O2 and got my nice shiny new XDA Stellar (aka HTC Kaiser), I specifically asked whether I could tether it, since I was travelling a lot on business and it might have been handy now and then. The rep's answer was, "Yes, but I recommend you don't. It'll cost you 10 quid a meg. And they *will* know." (For comparison: Last time I was abroad, I think I paid 3 GBP per MB of data.) So at 65GB a month for one user, they should be coining it in.
Poster? You must have a bigger printer than me :(
I am an omnivore.
I'm an omnomnomnomnomnivore. At least, that's my excuse for this belly and I'm sticking to it :)
On the other hand, I had to sign up for a damned OpenID so I could register for StackOverflow...
...who watched that video and now has even less idea what the point is?
That doesn't sound like a bright plan. Girls talk. About embarrassing yucky stuff. Do this and the probability of getting it on with her hot friend drops to zero. :(
(Admittedly, that may not be much of a drop, in which case the revenge may well be worth it... the math is left as an exercise for the reader.)
I ended up unlocking my deadbolt and KICKING IN MY OWN FRONT DOOR. I was amazed how easy this was.
Haha, yes. The flat across the hall flooded during the cold snap a few months back - it was empty, and the landlady couldn't be arsed to come turn the water off or the heating on. Of course, the doddery old bloke I've mentioned elsewhere thought the waterfall coming over the gutter was "snow melting" and that the puddle under the downstairs meter box was "someone's dog shaking itself - they're buggers, you know, dogs, shake themselves anywhere, they will... I remember I had a dog once..." Christ.
I put my ear to the door of this flat and, sure enough, running water and lots of it. Nothing for it, have to break in and shut the water off. I tested the door with my hand, didn't feel any give - so I backed up and hurled myself at it, fully expecting to achieve nothing beyond breaking my shoulder. Pop! Next thing I knew I was landing on the other side of the flat, skating on my arse through half an inch of freezing water and crumpling in a heap against the kitchen cabinets, looking back to find the old bastard creased up with laughter.
I have exactly the same kind of lock... Needless to say, I'm thinking of replacing the entire door, frame and all.
On motorway roadworks here in the UK, we tend to have average speed cameras these days. They read your plate as you pass one gantry and if you arrive at the next too soon, bam, ticket. Four of those and that's 12 points on your licence, and that's a ban. In my experience, compliance with the 50 limit is damn near 100% (though it seems that certain BMW drivers are exempt), and that makes it a hell of a lot easier to maintain your own speed. With the Gatsos, you'd always get the mix of speeds you described, and the slamming on of anchors at the camera points. I would find my speed creeping up to 55 or 60, the truck driver right behind doing the same thing and getting upset when I then corrected it. I hate average speed cameras with a passion, but through roadworks where people are directly at risk I have no problem with it.
If I look out my window and I see the doddery old bloke from downstairs who keeps you chatting for half an hour (anything less and he thinks you're being rude and starts hanging onto your mail and other crazy-old-man stuff) about how the bin-men put the bins in the wrong order or something, then I go out the back door.
If I don't see him out front, I go out the front door, and fast - I usually hear him unlocking his door to come for a chat. I've discovered that his hearing is very acute, so speed trumps stealth here.
Same deal coming home, with a little recce around the building to figure out the safest route in.
So yes, I need access through both doors...
Sony can't fit a decent rootkit on a floppy...
Ballistic recovery chute would take care of that.
Even if I could afford a flying car, the cost of replacing said chute would certainly make [b]me[/b] think twice about running out of fuel...