It was dark in the Holland, Michigan office nestled deep within Slashdot's Geek Compound. Shifting and moaning, ESR laid sprawled over his filthy desk. Dried spittle stuck several Post-It notes to his cheek. His PC, running Linux, silently printed swap error after swap error to the screen, lighting ESR's sickly form. As he burped several times he attempted to recall the night before that had led to this stupor. Holding his head in his hands, he was interrupted by lights and doors slamming-- someone was in the office!
As Rob "CmdrTaco" Malda walked past ESR, he noticed the several empty bottles of Jägermeister and what appeared to be fecal stains on the floor and walls surrounding the recovering ESR-- nothing new. He also noticed the some semen bubbling in the cracks of ESR's chafed lips.
"Another all-night office orgy, Eric?" Rob asked coyly.
Tilting his head gingerly toward Rob and raising his eyebrows slowly, ESR spoke softly. "Oh shit. Is that what happened last night? I believe I blacked out at some point-- I can't remember anything. Who was here last night?"
"Well, CowboyNeil got there a little late last night, but he said that by the time he got there that Alan, Emad, Jamie, Michael, and Signal 11 were already pretty drunk," Rob said just a little too loudly for ESR's tender head.
Closing and opening his eyes gently, ESR muttered to himself about having not invited Signal 11. He also started sniffing the air and licking his lips. "I can smell dried feces on a dick a mile away. Just where were you last night, Robbie? You get a piece of ass last night and decide to ditch my party?"
"What's it to you? Your breath smells like semen and you don't hear me asking whose it is," Malda shot back.
ESR smiled and swiveled with a gleam in his eyes. "Ah, but you see, this is my own sperm!"
"And it must taste specfuckingtacular!" Rob shot back.
Eric interjected before Rob could go on. "Ah yes. You see, I like to add a shot of Jäger to it to give it a little kick."
"No," Rob replied with anger rising in his voice, "you fucking raging alcoholic. Your semen tastes like old motor oil. I think you may have ruptured both of your testicles and now your colon is shooting diarrhea out of your cock-hole."
"What!? You little fudge-packing piece of shit!" ESR threatened, "Ditch one of my office parties because Hemos calls up and says he's lonely, will you? I bet that's what happened. Well, guess who I'll be recommending we lay off at the next LNUX board meeting? How do you like that, Taco?"
"Whatever, Eric. You don't scare anyone except your parents," Rob said as he stormed out of ESR's office, his green plaid flannel whipping in the wake behind him. "You would be nothing without Slashdot."
ESR stammered and shook. Ever since the LNUX stock had plummeted, things were so tense around the office. Relations were falling apart between he and the Slashdot admins. Last night, Michael and Jamie had pounded each other exclusively, ignoring ESR's crooked, erect penis, and Eric had to convince Emad and Alan to restrain CowboyNeil before he could engage in homosexual intercourse with him.
With a flick of his wrist, ESR popped a dozen extra-strength Bayers down his stinking gullet and washed them down with some Jäger from the bottle he had woken up holding. Depressed, aching, and on the verge of vomiting up the entirety of last night's semen binge, ESR cried silently and went back to sleep at this desk, ignoring the pile of work that sullied the landscape of his desktop.
Clapping twice to darken his office, ESR curled into fetal position as best he could and rested, preparing to do it all over again later that night.
I was desperate and horny, and with my best friend Hunter deciding to take the "straight road," I didn't see much hope of getting laid in the near future. Oh don't get me wrong, I'm not dancing far outside of the closet myself. I haven't gotten around to having one of those wrenching "Hi mom, I'm gay" moments yet, and I'm not sure I will, but I am gay.
Hunter's gay too if he'd just lighten up about it, but he's always been more conservative, with his short dark hair and his fast track career. He wants the wife and children in the suburbs. He wants the middle-class American success, and so he's always had more drive.
That's why he's got a business degree and works at some fucking big conglomerate, while I'm spending my Friday night behind the counter of a video store with a boner in my pants that begs to be touched every time I remember Hunter's lean, naked figure under me, his eyes wide as I penetrate him, and his breath short as he approaches climax just from the feel of my cock slamming his prostate. I miss him.
My hand had actually slipped below the counter and squeezed my cock through my baggy jeans when the "bing-bong" warned me that someone had entered the nearly empty video store. I looked up from the magazine I was pretending to read and saw a head of dark hair over the racks starting at "A" in the new release DVDs. I checked the security monitor on that aisle and sharply drew in my breath.
It wasn't Hunter but he was long and lean, clean shaven and shiny. He might as well have been living three hundred miles away though, because I'd seen this guy in the store before with his all-American girlfriend, perky and energetic.
Blue eyes met mine between shelves, a casual glance that searched for more than movies. It set my heart beating and gave my waning hard-on new life. Did he just check me out? I looked to the security monitor and noticed something strange: he was only pretending to look at the movies; in reality his eyes kept drifting to that brown door at the back of the store, the one with the "ADULTS ONLY" sign above.
I held my breath as he turned at the back of the aisle. Did he have the balls to go where he really wanted to go? I watched in the black and white monitor as he looked left and right, checking to see if any other customers were about, then he ducked through that brown door like a thief on the move.
I just about fell off my stool because I moved so quickly to switch the monitor to the "Perverts Room" camera. There he was, alone and looking at the "Anal" shelf. Well that was a good start, but it could mean that all he wanted to do was to take his all-American girlfriend up the ass, but something in that first moment we had made eye contact told me this wasn't why he was cruising the porn. Sure enough, he moved down to the "Bi" racks. OK, now we're getting somewhere. Just a couple of more steps.
The DVD hit the counter, and I just about jumped out of my pants. A customer who should be out jogging rather than movie watching had come up unawares and dropped a DVD for rental. He had two days growth of beard and smelled of sweat and cigarettes. I ran through his card as fast as I could and escorted the guy to the door. He was my second last customer for the night and it was time to lock up--well, fifteen minutes early, actually, but whose counting.
I hurried through the empty store back to my counter and the security monitor. Yeah! Mr. Long and Lean was in the gay porn section! Better yet, his hand held his crotch, and his tongue licked his lips. Oh man, this guy was so gay! Now the big question: could he admit it? The girlfriend I'd seen him with before was hot--enough to get even me interested, so was he like Hunter, living the straight life and denying the churning in his balls?
The guy looked left and right, making sure no one was in the adult section with him, then he unzipped his jeans and reached in, hauling out a nice slim cock. His fingers made a tight "O" and hauled to the base, giving me a grainy view of a fat head
This open source project is all well and good but I'm surprised there has been no mention of asteroid threat. It's pretty much a given that it's just a matter of time before we face possible annhilation from an asteroid. If the current Administration wants to spend big on a space program why not jump start technology presently suggested as a means to meet with the threat of a killer asteroid? Are asteroid/comet threats considered to be outside of NASA's bailiwick?
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I've been reading about hash collisions for the last few years and haven't figured out why this is a crisis problem.
I'm not a cryptographer, just a nerdy engineer, but let me explain my rationale: a hash algorithm takes an arbitrary message and generates a fixed-length signature that has a high probability (10**50 or better for most modern algorithms) of being the original.
Let's assume that your hash algorithm generates a 128-bit hash. Anyone who knows anything about probability can see that is the original message is greater than 128 bits, there MUST be more than one message that will generate the same hash. For long messages, there may be thousands or millions of messages out of a filed of 10**50 (or better) that have the same hash, although many of them will be meaningless garbage.
So SHA-1 has been broken by a group of cryptographers/mathematicians. Does this really mean that they can generate can alter any message in a way that will generate the same hash as the original, thus fooling the math that we use to validate content? No Way! I read Bruce Scheier's Cryptogram every month and he often makes the same argument.
So yes, this means that from a long-term systems security standpoint, we should all move to stronger hashes. Does it mean that SHA-1-based transactions are inherently secure right now?
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Yeah because 3.2mb is really big these days. Welcome to 1994, cnettel
It was dark in the Holland, Michigan office nestled deep within Slashdot's Geek Compound. Shifting and moaning, ESR laid sprawled over his filthy desk. Dried spittle stuck several Post-It notes to his cheek. His PC, running Linux, silently printed swap error after swap error to the screen, lighting ESR's sickly form. As he burped several times he attempted to recall the night before that had led to this stupor. Holding his head in his hands, he was interrupted by lights and doors slamming-- someone was in the office!
As Rob "CmdrTaco" Malda walked past ESR, he noticed the several empty bottles of Jägermeister and what appeared to be fecal stains on the floor and walls surrounding the recovering ESR-- nothing new. He also noticed the some semen bubbling in the cracks of ESR's chafed lips.
"Another all-night office orgy, Eric?" Rob asked coyly.
Tilting his head gingerly toward Rob and raising his eyebrows slowly, ESR spoke softly. "Oh shit. Is that what happened last night? I believe I blacked out at some point-- I can't remember anything. Who was here last night?"
"Well, CowboyNeil got there a little late last night, but he said that by the time he got there that Alan, Emad, Jamie, Michael, and Signal 11 were already pretty drunk," Rob said just a little too loudly for ESR's tender head.
Closing and opening his eyes gently, ESR muttered to himself about having not invited Signal 11. He also started sniffing the air and licking his lips. "I can smell dried feces on a dick a mile away. Just where were you last night, Robbie? You get a piece of ass last night and decide to ditch my party?"
"What's it to you? Your breath smells like semen and you don't hear me asking whose it is," Malda shot back.
ESR smiled and swiveled with a gleam in his eyes. "Ah, but you see, this is my own sperm!"
"And it must taste specfuckingtacular!" Rob shot back.
Eric interjected before Rob could go on. "Ah yes. You see, I like to add a shot of Jäger to it to give it a little kick."
"No," Rob replied with anger rising in his voice, "you fucking raging alcoholic. Your semen tastes like old motor oil. I think you may have ruptured both of your testicles and now your colon is shooting diarrhea out of your cock-hole."
"What!? You little fudge-packing piece of shit!" ESR threatened, "Ditch one of my office parties because Hemos calls up and says he's lonely, will you? I bet that's what happened. Well, guess who I'll be recommending we lay off at the next LNUX board meeting? How do you like that, Taco?"
"Whatever, Eric. You don't scare anyone except your parents," Rob said as he stormed out of ESR's office, his green plaid flannel whipping in the wake behind him. "You would be nothing without Slashdot."
ESR stammered and shook. Ever since the LNUX stock had plummeted, things were so tense around the office. Relations were falling apart between he and the Slashdot admins. Last night, Michael and Jamie had pounded each other exclusively, ignoring ESR's crooked, erect penis, and Eric had to convince Emad and Alan to restrain CowboyNeil before he could engage in homosexual intercourse with him.
With a flick of his wrist, ESR popped a dozen extra-strength Bayers down his stinking gullet and washed them down with some Jäger from the bottle he had woken up holding. Depressed, aching, and on the verge of vomiting up the entirety of last night's semen binge, ESR cried silently and went back to sleep at this desk, ignoring the pile of work that sullied the landscape of his desktop.
Clapping twice to darken his office, ESR curled into fetal position as best he could and rested, preparing to do it all over again later that night.
I was desperate and horny, and with my best friend Hunter deciding to take the "straight road," I didn't see much hope of getting laid in the near future. Oh don't get me wrong, I'm not dancing far outside of the closet myself. I haven't gotten around to having one of those wrenching "Hi mom, I'm gay" moments yet, and I'm not sure I will, but I am gay.
Hunter's gay too if he'd just lighten up about it, but he's always been more conservative, with his short dark hair and his fast track career. He wants the wife and children in the suburbs. He wants the middle-class American success, and so he's always had more drive.
That's why he's got a business degree and works at some fucking big conglomerate, while I'm spending my Friday night behind the counter of a video store with a boner in my pants that begs to be touched every time I remember Hunter's lean, naked figure under me, his eyes wide as I penetrate him, and his breath short as he approaches climax just from the feel of my cock slamming his prostate. I miss him.
My hand had actually slipped below the counter and squeezed my cock through my baggy jeans when the "bing-bong" warned me that someone had entered the nearly empty video store. I looked up from the magazine I was pretending to read and saw a head of dark hair over the racks starting at "A" in the new release DVDs. I checked the security monitor on that aisle and sharply drew in my breath.
It wasn't Hunter but he was long and lean, clean shaven and shiny. He might as well have been living three hundred miles away though, because I'd seen this guy in the store before with his all-American girlfriend, perky and energetic.
Blue eyes met mine between shelves, a casual glance that searched for more than movies. It set my heart beating and gave my waning hard-on new life. Did he just check me out? I looked to the security monitor and noticed something strange: he was only pretending to look at the movies; in reality his eyes kept drifting to that brown door at the back of the store, the one with the "ADULTS ONLY" sign above.
I held my breath as he turned at the back of the aisle. Did he have the balls to go where he really wanted to go? I watched in the black and white monitor as he looked left and right, checking to see if any other customers were about, then he ducked through that brown door like a thief on the move.
I just about fell off my stool because I moved so quickly to switch the monitor to the "Perverts Room" camera. There he was, alone and looking at the "Anal" shelf. Well that was a good start, but it could mean that all he wanted to do was to take his all-American girlfriend up the ass, but something in that first moment we had made eye contact told me this wasn't why he was cruising the porn. Sure enough, he moved down to the "Bi" racks. OK, now we're getting somewhere. Just a couple of more steps.
The DVD hit the counter, and I just about jumped out of my pants. A customer who should be out jogging rather than movie watching had come up unawares and dropped a DVD for rental. He had two days growth of beard and smelled of sweat and cigarettes. I ran through his card as fast as I could and escorted the guy to the door. He was my second last customer for the night and it was time to lock up--well, fifteen minutes early, actually, but whose counting.
I hurried through the empty store back to my counter and the security monitor. Yeah! Mr. Long and Lean was in the gay porn section! Better yet, his hand held his crotch, and his tongue licked his lips. Oh man, this guy was so gay! Now the big question: could he admit it? The girlfriend I'd seen him with before was hot--enough to get even me interested, so was he like Hunter, living the straight life and denying the churning in his balls?
The guy looked left and right, making sure no one was in the adult section with him, then he unzipped his jeans and reached in, hauling out a nice slim cock. His fingers made a tight "O" and hauled to the base, giving me a grainy view of a fat head
This open source project is all well and good but I'm surprised there has been no mention of asteroid threat. It's pretty much a given that it's just a matter of time before we face possible annhilation from an asteroid. If the current Administration wants to spend big on a space program why not jump start technology presently suggested as a means to meet with the threat of a killer asteroid? Are asteroid/comet threats considered to be outside of NASA's bailiwick?
*sniff* I'm so glad to see a return of the ASCII goatse. I thought it had been lost forever thanks to the lameness filter.
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I've been reading about hash collisions for the last few years and haven't figured out why this is a crisis problem.
I'm not a cryptographer, just a nerdy engineer, but let me explain my rationale: a hash algorithm takes an arbitrary message and generates a fixed-length signature that has a high probability (10**50 or better for most modern algorithms) of being the original.
Let's assume that your hash algorithm generates a 128-bit hash. Anyone who knows anything about probability can see that is the original message is greater than 128 bits, there MUST be more than one message that will generate the same hash. For long messages, there may be thousands or millions of messages out of a filed of 10**50 (or better) that have the same hash, although many of them will be meaningless garbage.
So SHA-1 has been broken by a group of cryptographers/mathematicians. Does this really mean that they can generate can alter any message in a way that will generate the same hash as the original, thus fooling the math that we use to validate content? No Way! I read Bruce Scheier's Cryptogram every month and he often makes the same argument.
So yes, this means that from a long-term systems security standpoint, we should all move to stronger hashes. Does it mean that SHA-1-based transactions are inherently secure right now?
I think not!