My digits place me in Gaston, Oregon... not exactly a hotbed of call centers! (Also not exactly where I lived when I got the number 20 years ago, but close.)
Wasn't there a Black Mirror episode about this? "Nosedive". My daughter the selfie star found it very upsetting; I found it hilarious -- I've decided all the Black Mirror episodes are really comedies, although some like "USS Callister" and "The National Anthem" are more more obvious about it.
I get robocalls from spoofed caller IDs on a weekly basis. It's obvious that they are spoofing the caller ID, because the first 6 digits are exactly the same as my own number, and I don't know anybody whose phone number is close to mine! So... how do I go about getting the people that keep harassing me arrested and charged with violating the Truth in Caller ID Act? I can't ask for their real number to call them back on, because it's a recording -- it doesn't even give me a chance to request that they remove me from their list.
You'd have to turn off the computer whose MAC address you were copying. I'm not aware of any WiFi routers that feature MAC spoofing, but since they all run Linux, it shouldn't be too hard to do. My point was, if you don't trust your employees, technical measure don't help against someone who has physical access to the hardware. You can get admin privileges on most computers just be booting them off a different disk.
When I was in school, and they became aware that I was perfectly capable of hacking the school network, the System Administrator _hired_ me, so now I was indirectly responsible for keeping the school computers safe. Brilliant solution to the problem, and (for me) far better than the alternative, which would have been kicking me out of school.
Karma. Bad things happen to people that piss me off. The owner of the cheerleading gym that kicked my daughter out got testicular cancer soon after (true story). Don't piss me off!
Many years ago, I worked as a consultant at HP. The HP Linux distro had default screen savers, one of which simulated an old green monochrome terminal and typed out entries from the fortune files. One of the fortune files was of Zippy the Pinhead quotes, in particular one that said, "I want to kill everyone with a cute, colorful hydrogen bomb!" I'd never seen it, but at 3am one morning the night security guard walks by my cubicle, sees this message on my computer, shouts "Terrorist!" -- and reports me to HR. They call me into a meeting with HR a couple days later, start asking me questions about hydrogen bombs, and suspend me because "That message was on YOUR computer, therefore YOU are responsible for it!" It took a week for one of my coworkers to examine the computer and explain to them exactly where the message came from (I had no idea). Stupidly enough, they had suspended me with pay, but I was now a week behind on my project and had taken the week off to interview for other jobs since I did not expect to be coming back, so I left a few weeks after they let me come back anyway.
Long story short: sometimes cute little jokes have unintended consequences.
And here's the stupid thing about that policy: their routers didn't do MAC address filtering, so anybody could have brought in a WiFi Access Point, plugged it into the network, and accessed all the company files from outside the building! I didn't feel like telling them about that flaw in their security, since they had already made my job hard enough to do.
I worked for a company that disabled the USB ports in all computers _after_ multiple instances of their employees downloading their customer lists and starting their own competing companies.
Which is strange, since I had a tiny pasty white blond girl friend once who claimed she had a great-grandmother that was a slave; making her fit the definition of "black".
Now, if the AR could just tag all the people walking by, so I could identify the professional streetwalkers. I was walking down the street in Manhattan with this overdressed black lady asked me, "Do you have the time", so of course I looked at my watch... and she told me, "That's not what I meant!" Google, please put AR tags on these bitches for me!
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Gambling is a tax on people that don't understand probability and statistics!
Trump: one of the few entities that that could LOSE money on gambling! (Did he lose money on the money laundering his casinos were doing as well?)
Except, you know, for the one state it was already legal in...
I'm more concerned that the swamp managed to pass a law giving Nevada exclusive rights to sports gambling! How doe$ that happen?
My digits place me in Gaston, Oregon... not exactly a hotbed of call centers! (Also not exactly where I lived when I got the number 20 years ago, but close.)
Wasn't there a Black Mirror episode about this? "Nosedive". My daughter the selfie star found it very upsetting; I found it hilarious -- I've decided all the Black Mirror episodes are really comedies, although some like "USS Callister" and "The National Anthem" are more more obvious about it.
Or, to put it differently, how could Facebook possibly get any worse?
How, when the phone system lets you pretend to be any number you choose?
I get robocalls from spoofed caller IDs on a weekly basis. It's obvious that they are spoofing the caller ID, because the first 6 digits are exactly the same as my own number, and I don't know anybody whose phone number is close to mine! So... how do I go about getting the people that keep harassing me arrested and charged with violating the Truth in Caller ID Act? I can't ask for their real number to call them back on, because it's a recording -- it doesn't even give me a chance to request that they remove me from their list.
You'd have to turn off the computer whose MAC address you were copying. I'm not aware of any WiFi routers that feature MAC spoofing, but since they all run Linux, it shouldn't be too hard to do. My point was, if you don't trust your employees, technical measure don't help against someone who has physical access to the hardware. You can get admin privileges on most computers just be booting them off a different disk.
When I was in school, and they became aware that I was perfectly capable of hacking the school network, the System Administrator _hired_ me, so now I was indirectly responsible for keeping the school computers safe. Brilliant solution to the problem, and (for me) far better than the alternative, which would have been kicking me out of school.
Karma. Bad things happen to people that piss me off. The owner of the cheerleading gym that kicked my daughter out got testicular cancer soon after (true story). Don't piss me off!
Long story short: sometimes cute little jokes have unintended consequences.
Seems like the firewalls would be able to trace transfers of company data to the web.
And here's the stupid thing about that policy: their routers didn't do MAC address filtering, so anybody could have brought in a WiFi Access Point, plugged it into the network, and accessed all the company files from outside the building! I didn't feel like telling them about that flaw in their security, since they had already made my job hard enough to do.
I worked for a company that disabled the USB ports in all computers _after_ multiple instances of their employees downloading their customer lists and starting their own competing companies.
At this point, I'm pretty sure Google Assistant Duplex can score much higher on the Turing Test than Donald can!
"I'm sorry Donald, I can't do that."
Unfortunately, the boy's head is so far up Trump's ass that the only thing he can see is Trump's colon.
Artificial Intelligence is no match for Trump's Natural Stupidity.
Do what everybody else does: commute from Stockton.
For making solar panels more expensive!
Which is strange, since I had a tiny pasty white blond girl friend once who claimed she had a great-grandmother that was a slave; making her fit the definition of "black".
No, she's one of the few people that really is African-American; her mother is from Sierra Leone, and her father is a redneck (me).
Now, if the AR could just tag all the people walking by, so I could identify the professional streetwalkers. I was walking down the street in Manhattan with this overdressed black lady asked me, "Do you have the time", so of course I looked at my watch... and she told me, "That's not what I meant!" Google, please put AR tags on these bitches for me!