It's the holiday season. Lemme pretend that this will be a lesson to him and others who would do the same things. 'Tis but a small gift. I'm going to imagine this is the end of it, for them, and others will see this case and not be copyright trolls. I still think all the work should have gone into the public domain as chances are this will just end up being bought by more copyright trolls but I am going to remain deluded. Hrumpf!
That was kind of how I was going for the retelling.;-) Only it's Maine but similar in many ways. I also figured that I'd practice my writing skills and make it more interesting to read. My giant novellas serve a purpose and all that.
Being, "from away" or "an import" has given me an outsider's view of things in rural NW Maine. I attracted quite a bit of attention when I moved in and, while I live quite a ways outside the village, it meant there were lots of rumors shared to me by my neighbor. Today they no longer give me a second glance, they'll have a drink with me at the bowling alley - except I no longer drink much alcohol, and they've stopped sneaking glances at me when I go into town. They even talk to me, invite me to various functions, etc... There's something to be said for small-town living.
Now if I could just get them to stop asking me damned computer questions. One of the stupidest things I did was say, "Oh, sure, I can fix that for you. No, no I won't charge you a dime - it'll give me something to do!" But, live and learn... I kind of miss it. I've not been home in a while and probably won't be back until spring at the rate things are going.
Mine wasn't quite that bad but you had a hard link to the admin page which could be brute forced. Passwords were kept in passwords.txt and adminpass.txt (or something like that - it's been a *lot* of years). You were *supposed* to change the directories AND names but I don't think anyone who "borrowed a copy" ever did - they also didn't change permissions or deny folder access or do any of the suggested things. If they edited it at all it was to remove my name from the bottom where the link my buddy had was and authored by. I mean, it was five bucks or something. Twenty if you wanted it installed. It took ten minutes to install if you did it properly.
*sighs*
I do actually see it once in a while 'cause I go looking for it. I did a quick peek and didn't find any so it might actually be gone now but I doubt it - they only ones left probably all have the old (defunct) URL removed and name removed. The URLs generated are fairly typical so it'd take forever to dig through all of those results. I'm way too lazy for that. At one point, I could search for the domain name, script name, etc. and get thousands of hits. It was horrible. I laughed. Oh did I laugh. I am, of course, a wee bit sorry for the resultant mayhem.
Maybe they'll string up before they go to prison? I'd not, of course, suggest they do so but I'm thinking it might work out best for them in the long run. I don't see where they'll *likely* end up in prison, however. It could happen but it's unlikely.
Oh, I understand. I just think it will negatively impact their reputation. Call it a hunch but... No, if I type it then normal behaviors might not be followed.;-) So, yeah, I suspect it will be taken as a negative and that's not really something they need right now. For better or worse, justifiable or not, that's just what's probably going to happen - and probably by people who don't actually know any better.
Back home, in the village (maybe 1000 people that live in the village proper and year-round), there's a small store that's slightly more than a convenience store but less than a supermarket or the likes. It's a single floor, single room, affair with a potbelly stove where the old men eat donuts and drink coffee before going off to do what they do. They're joined there, in the morning, by the occasional woman and lots of men who work their trade jobs but stop in for a cup of Joe and a Sinker before going off to their trade jobs.
The men, they gossip and prattle on like old women while, of course, thinking it is the ladies that gossip most. They stop in, often times, in the afternoon as well. Usually, it's later in the day when they come in off the ice from fishing or they stop there as it is a registered game station and they'll get their deer weighed and tagged. They keep a running total on the old chalk board that keeps count of the pounds taken and the number of "points." They have one for moose and bear and those too are tallied at the end of each season with a couple of side bets and maybe an official(ish) award handed out to the youngest child to get a buck that year or similar things.
At this store, perhaps your quintessential store in such a place - I think many places have them, there's two counters. One is for food ordering where you can order hot and cold foods made in the "deli." They also have a variety of deli meats and cheeses in a display and a scale to weigh those products out. The counter, set aside for checking out and purchasing cigarettes and the porno magazines (as well as quick access for those getting gasoline) sits near the door and is not yet so modernized as to be out of place.
Predominately, behind that checkout counter, is a board that displays any one of a few things. Affixed to that board, with old-style thumbtacks, are checks from a variety of customers. On these checks, facing frontwards, is a stamp that says Insufficient Funds or NSF (Non-Sufficient Funds). The name of the party is prominently displayed on the front of the check. More often than not, these checks don't stay on the board for very long and there are few repeats.
Once in a while and when all is quiet, some theoretically anonymous person will meander in and notice the checks on the board and will simply pay them off. They've done this multiple times and without fanfare nor wanting of accolades. However, a few times, it seems that some noticed a trend and their names suddenly appeared on the board. This theoretically anonymous person has taken note and made it a point to exclude them and their checks remain posted. Eventually, those checks too disappear as, presumably, they were paid for by the original debtor.
Conclude what you will but that is my observation on a very small scale where, I think, it's more pronounced and personal.
I have not slept with most women but I've slept with a bunch and, by extrapolating, I'm thinking that you've never actually been with a naked female who didn't also have an in-common lineage. Either that or you should probably stop going down on ladies that you met down behind the bowling alley.
That's really not a whole lot. People in SF pay that much on a regular basis and they actually (probably) do a little work for their money. It might seem like it's a lot but you can spend that on a good coke binge and chunk of ocean front property in Panama City, Florida. Hell, that's not even on the *good* side of the inlet in PCB.
Err... You might have enough left to buy the ladies a couple of nice gifts but not a whole lot really. It's not what it used to be. Not that I'd recommend going on a coking binge and buying a piece of property in Florida or anything but, you know, it could happen.
This is even better than prison. At least i think so. In prison, they can hide their shame from the world at large. Now, half the man (or less) and subjected to publicity they walk among the people they once abused. What better way for the fickle hands of fate to deal the next hand?
Only if your apartment is limited to a 3x3 square. Otherwise, you can use the one you want so long as it's in your residence (I'm assuming). Otherwise, append a floor number or another descriptor like, "Not the downstairs neighbor, they're assholes."
Umm... Download the app? You know this is supposed to be used in conjunction with an app and GPS - right? It's not a stand-alone nor is it designed to be and it doesn't purport to be.
Ah... The facetiousness of your post did not make it through my filter. I was seriously having a "WTF moment" because I've read some strange propositions, not said in jest, over the many years I've been doing this message board thing. It reminded me of a conversation, a recent one, where someone tried to postulate that they had a right to own a Giant Panda.
At any rate, they are quite nifty. They're pretty damned odd and I think that's what's so fascinating about them. I did a quick search while typing this out and I'm unable to find the documentary. This was a long time ago that I saw it and I'm not sure if it was even here in the States where I saw it - it might have been a documentary about endangered species in NZ and I may have actually watched it on NZ television whilst visiting there. It might have had something to do with the kiwi, the bird, as well. I am not sure if that was the same documentary or one that was before or after it? It did have some rather cute young ladies in it but they were tending the birds and wearing clothing.
Yeah, I've only been to Japan twice and, on both trips, they had maps posted in weather protected thingies on the side of the sidewalk. At least I'm assuming that they were maps. I read nae one single word of Japanese nor understand one single character of their writing, for I am an ignorant lout. I do, on the other hand, speak a few words - enough to get some nookie and drunk. So, there's that. I am also not poor so I can hire a cute girl to translate but that didn't work out well on my last trip. Well, let's just say that it didn't work as planned. Somehow there were mixed signals and it ended up with a strangely emotional translator.
I suppose there's some risk of there being personal information that can be construed so I'll spare you the details.
At any rate, yeah, they had maps all over the place. Some were behind Plexiglas on the sides of buildings. I seem to recall there being a map in a cab or two? I wouldn't swear to it but it might have been Japan where I saw a map on the side of a bus. While surely useful, the bus was going down the road and I'm not exactly sure what the goal of the map was? That might have been China. I dunno... As I said, I just meandered around aimlessly, met interesting people, partied a bunch, and did the typical tourist things. Hiring a guide and/or translator is a nice benefit of having a few dollars. I doubt I'll return but the trips were both mostly nice.
I've concluded that some folks just won't even read the summary. I get that reading the article is verboten and I'm no heretic, so I usually will only even consider opening an article if I want to see pictures. That said, not reading the summary is kind of hardcore. It's like going bareback on a Bangkok whore because you lost a drunken bet with your friends. Sure, it might be fun but when you're pissing fire you'll look like an idiot.
I didn't read the article but I opened the home page up in a separate tab. It's a grid added to the map. GPS gets you "close enough" and then the grid is available to refine it. It's pretty easy and looks like it'd be serviceable.
Meh... Up thread, I gave an address that is probably on my property. It'd be easy enough to find me anyhow. What? Is some/.er going to come visit me? Well, I'm not home right now but I'll be back in the spring, at the latest. When you're at the door, turn around, look up, in the upper left, reach your hand up on the ledge (no, it's not a mouse-trap) and find the nail. On the nail is a key. Use the key and open the door - it's easier and less expensive than you breaking my stuff. The alarm code is obvious if you know me. Seriously, it's not hard - just think about it and you'll figure it out if you know me at all.
Someone will be by in the morning, there's some food already there and lots of it in the freezer and preserved in the pantry. There's booze in the cabinet - some of it is good. Try to not puke on anything nice. Kindly leave the PCs that are on, on. There's others scattered around, make use of them as you will but don't break anything. I can probably see you and will get a text telling me that the alarm is deactivated. There's one bedroom that is off-limits. It is locked. Everything else is unlocked, make use of it as if it were your own but with slightly more care 'cause it's not.
Don't be alarmed when the neighbor shows up tomorrow. She'll go get you some regular food and probably make you some food. She'll probably have my dog with her. He responds best to Stupid Dog. He's harmless and won't even ride your leg. There are three sets of car keys in the garage. They will allow you to use any of three vehicles. The rest are off limits. Basically, if it is locked or doesn't have a key in an obvious place - you're forbidden from accessing it and I'll be kind of pissed if you do.
There you go. Help yourself and don't trash the place. If you do, it's insured but I'm still gonna be really pissed. There's unprotected guest access to the wireless. The computer should, for the most part, all have a guest account enabled. You can probably find one that automatically logs in. Kindly update them, thanks. The password will be handy, look in a desk drawer for a sticky note. Avoid the basement, if you can. There are some dangerous things down there - mostly locked up. The server closet is locked up so that's off-limits as are my gun safes.
Bring your wife and kids, it's beautiful there - that's why the house is there. The neighbors are cool and quiet - there aren't many. They may call me to see if I know you're there but they won't be too shocked.
This sort of mentality has served me well. I've had less stolen and damaged since I adopted this sort of attitude. And, well, if something happens then that's what insurance is for. So far, so good.
I don't think it's a problem. I just wanted to see if I could find something fun. My first was green.eggs.ham and that was not a location on the map. I was a bit disappointed. Note: I have no idea why they think this will be a problem. I just wanted to see how many tries it would take. I tried a half dozen more, after that, and I found nothing.
I was getting directions to a trout stream in the foothills of Maine and one of the directions was, "If you get to the red barn, burned down in what? 1976 Fred? Ayuh, 62 'twas. Well there. If you get to the red barn, burned down in '76, you've gone too far. Turn around and go back 'bout a half mile and look for the path, can't hardly see it, on the right - should have some ferns this time of year."
Eventually, I found a productive stream in that area so I'm assuming it was the right one. It turned out to be a beaver dam and I had brought fly and spin casting equipment in with me so I was happy.
At any rate... I probably would have had better luck with this system. We do have, here in Maine, a road called "Katie's Crotch." I do not know if that's the official name or not.
On my way to find my house (the street address was quite a ways off) I learned that my house is near "agents.educated.account." That's not really *at* my house but it's where the pin was located while I was finding my house in their silly map thing. I'm not sure how to take it. I do think that's technically on property that I own.:/
There's something to be said for ubiquitous mobile connectivity! I still want to know how you typed so well while running?
Hmm... I do remember some freakish dude who tooled around on a recumbent bike a long, long time ago (in tech years). He had cellular connectivity, a helmet, and a computer mounted on his bike. He typed with a few buttons on either handlebar and had some early HUD-like thing. I think he was based out of Ohio but I'd not swear to it. He was unusual. He was even using cellular connectivity back then. Hmm... I wonder how much tech has improved his state of being by now? Or if he's been pasted by a semi while tooling around, typing, reading, talking, and doing it all while riding a bicycle on a routed highway?
No, no I don't really have a point except that such would, maybe, enable you to type while running down the road slathered in peanut butter.
Holy shit... I haven't seen her name mentioned here since the early 2000s when I had my old account. Wow... I wonder if she's still cute? I'd go look at Google but I don't want that memory sullied.
Speaking of which, it took some effort to load trolltalk. I had to open it twice - the first one sent me to the job board. I don't *want* a job. I want to see who's being lulzy. It turns out, nobody. That place is as dead as bunch of French concert-goers.
Yes. Yes I did have to add that last part. 'Snot my fault really, I just visited trolltalk and some things are just catchy.
The best part is you can append gibberish to it and tell everyone that you've done lots of work and nobody will know the difference. Hell, it might actually do something useful!
I am going to admit that I write (or have written) some Perl. I've even given it away. I'd also like to take this time to apologize for my Perl.
I wrote a "safe list" script for a friend, it was really damned simple. People signed up and sent email messages to each other for the purposes of MLM - that's not why I wrote it, that's just what people did with it. It had a small but functional administration panel. It was about as secure as a screen door. Usernames and passwords were in a plain text file - you were SUPPOSED to move it and chmod it but I don't think anyone ever did even though it was mentioned a few times in the README.TXT.
Anyhow, he wanted to sell the script. I said that was cool. I was more interested in the code so I made a few versions. It was usually purchased a few times and then hit Usenet in.zip form. They could have at least taken my email out of the damned thing if they were going to steal it. I've long since dropped that email. The last version (released in something like 2002) was free for the taking and my friend charged to install and customize it as he'd learned a little by then.
So here's the easiest to install script and the least secure thing on the internet - plain text files, indeed, and I *still* see it installed from time to time. I can only imagine that the email address still gets emails from people asking what chmod means or how to upload the file or how they put it in their C drive and nobody seems to be able to access it from the internet.
Yup... My Perl... Breaking machines, frustrating users, and being insecure for 25 years and running.
A little part of me is kind of proud of that but my formal statement is, indeed, an apology.
At one point in time I had a computer, with a monitor, and some RAM, and some disk space, and a printer, etc... I also had a new car in the driveway. Guess which cost more?
*sighs* You don't even want to know what workstations cost or how expensive it was to fill a server room.
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It's the holiday season. Lemme pretend that this will be a lesson to him and others who would do the same things. 'Tis but a small gift. I'm going to imagine this is the end of it, for them, and others will see this case and not be copyright trolls. I still think all the work should have gone into the public domain as chances are this will just end up being bought by more copyright trolls but I am going to remain deluded. Hrumpf!
That was kind of how I was going for the retelling. ;-) Only it's Maine but similar in many ways. I also figured that I'd practice my writing skills and make it more interesting to read. My giant novellas serve a purpose and all that.
Being, "from away" or "an import" has given me an outsider's view of things in rural NW Maine. I attracted quite a bit of attention when I moved in and, while I live quite a ways outside the village, it meant there were lots of rumors shared to me by my neighbor. Today they no longer give me a second glance, they'll have a drink with me at the bowling alley - except I no longer drink much alcohol, and they've stopped sneaking glances at me when I go into town. They even talk to me, invite me to various functions, etc... There's something to be said for small-town living.
Now if I could just get them to stop asking me damned computer questions. One of the stupidest things I did was say, "Oh, sure, I can fix that for you. No, no I won't charge you a dime - it'll give me something to do!" But, live and learn... I kind of miss it. I've not been home in a while and probably won't be back until spring at the rate things are going.
Mine wasn't quite that bad but you had a hard link to the admin page which could be brute forced. Passwords were kept in passwords.txt and adminpass.txt (or something like that - it's been a *lot* of years). You were *supposed* to change the directories AND names but I don't think anyone who "borrowed a copy" ever did - they also didn't change permissions or deny folder access or do any of the suggested things. If they edited it at all it was to remove my name from the bottom where the link my buddy had was and authored by. I mean, it was five bucks or something. Twenty if you wanted it installed. It took ten minutes to install if you did it properly.
*sighs*
I do actually see it once in a while 'cause I go looking for it. I did a quick peek and didn't find any so it might actually be gone now but I doubt it - they only ones left probably all have the old (defunct) URL removed and name removed. The URLs generated are fairly typical so it'd take forever to dig through all of those results. I'm way too lazy for that. At one point, I could search for the domain name, script name, etc. and get thousands of hits. It was horrible. I laughed. Oh did I laugh. I am, of course, a wee bit sorry for the resultant mayhem.
Maybe they'll string up before they go to prison? I'd not, of course, suggest they do so but I'm thinking it might work out best for them in the long run. I don't see where they'll *likely* end up in prison, however. It could happen but it's unlikely.
Oh, I understand. I just think it will negatively impact their reputation. Call it a hunch but ... No, if I type it then normal behaviors might not be followed. ;-) So, yeah, I suspect it will be taken as a negative and that's not really something they need right now. For better or worse, justifiable or not, that's just what's probably going to happen - and probably by people who don't actually know any better.
Back home, in the village (maybe 1000 people that live in the village proper and year-round), there's a small store that's slightly more than a convenience store but less than a supermarket or the likes. It's a single floor, single room, affair with a potbelly stove where the old men eat donuts and drink coffee before going off to do what they do. They're joined there, in the morning, by the occasional woman and lots of men who work their trade jobs but stop in for a cup of Joe and a Sinker before going off to their trade jobs.
The men, they gossip and prattle on like old women while, of course, thinking it is the ladies that gossip most. They stop in, often times, in the afternoon as well. Usually, it's later in the day when they come in off the ice from fishing or they stop there as it is a registered game station and they'll get their deer weighed and tagged. They keep a running total on the old chalk board that keeps count of the pounds taken and the number of "points." They have one for moose and bear and those too are tallied at the end of each season with a couple of side bets and maybe an official(ish) award handed out to the youngest child to get a buck that year or similar things.
At this store, perhaps your quintessential store in such a place - I think many places have them, there's two counters. One is for food ordering where you can order hot and cold foods made in the "deli." They also have a variety of deli meats and cheeses in a display and a scale to weigh those products out. The counter, set aside for checking out and purchasing cigarettes and the porno magazines (as well as quick access for those getting gasoline) sits near the door and is not yet so modernized as to be out of place.
Predominately, behind that checkout counter, is a board that displays any one of a few things. Affixed to that board, with old-style thumbtacks, are checks from a variety of customers. On these checks, facing frontwards, is a stamp that says Insufficient Funds or NSF (Non-Sufficient Funds). The name of the party is prominently displayed on the front of the check. More often than not, these checks don't stay on the board for very long and there are few repeats.
Once in a while and when all is quiet, some theoretically anonymous person will meander in and notice the checks on the board and will simply pay them off. They've done this multiple times and without fanfare nor wanting of accolades. However, a few times, it seems that some noticed a trend and their names suddenly appeared on the board. This theoretically anonymous person has taken note and made it a point to exclude them and their checks remain posted. Eventually, those checks too disappear as, presumably, they were paid for by the original debtor.
Conclude what you will but that is my observation on a very small scale where, I think, it's more pronounced and personal.
I have not slept with most women but I've slept with a bunch and, by extrapolating, I'm thinking that you've never actually been with a naked female who didn't also have an in-common lineage. Either that or you should probably stop going down on ladies that you met down behind the bowling alley.
That's really not a whole lot. People in SF pay that much on a regular basis and they actually (probably) do a little work for their money. It might seem like it's a lot but you can spend that on a good coke binge and chunk of ocean front property in Panama City, Florida. Hell, that's not even on the *good* side of the inlet in PCB.
Err... You might have enough left to buy the ladies a couple of nice gifts but not a whole lot really. It's not what it used to be. Not that I'd recommend going on a coking binge and buying a piece of property in Florida or anything but, you know, it could happen.
This is even better than prison. At least i think so. In prison, they can hide their shame from the world at large. Now, half the man (or less) and subjected to publicity they walk among the people they once abused. What better way for the fickle hands of fate to deal the next hand?
Only if your apartment is limited to a 3x3 square. Otherwise, you can use the one you want so long as it's in your residence (I'm assuming). Otherwise, append a floor number or another descriptor like, "Not the downstairs neighbor, they're assholes."
Umm... Download the app? You know this is supposed to be used in conjunction with an app and GPS - right? It's not a stand-alone nor is it designed to be and it doesn't purport to be.
Ah... The facetiousness of your post did not make it through my filter. I was seriously having a "WTF moment" because I've read some strange propositions, not said in jest, over the many years I've been doing this message board thing. It reminded me of a conversation, a recent one, where someone tried to postulate that they had a right to own a Giant Panda.
At any rate, they are quite nifty. They're pretty damned odd and I think that's what's so fascinating about them. I did a quick search while typing this out and I'm unable to find the documentary. This was a long time ago that I saw it and I'm not sure if it was even here in the States where I saw it - it might have been a documentary about endangered species in NZ and I may have actually watched it on NZ television whilst visiting there. It might have had something to do with the kiwi, the bird, as well. I am not sure if that was the same documentary or one that was before or after it? It did have some rather cute young ladies in it but they were tending the birds and wearing clothing.
Yeah, I've only been to Japan twice and, on both trips, they had maps posted in weather protected thingies on the side of the sidewalk. At least I'm assuming that they were maps. I read nae one single word of Japanese nor understand one single character of their writing, for I am an ignorant lout. I do, on the other hand, speak a few words - enough to get some nookie and drunk. So, there's that. I am also not poor so I can hire a cute girl to translate but that didn't work out well on my last trip. Well, let's just say that it didn't work as planned. Somehow there were mixed signals and it ended up with a strangely emotional translator.
I suppose there's some risk of there being personal information that can be construed so I'll spare you the details.
At any rate, yeah, they had maps all over the place. Some were behind Plexiglas on the sides of buildings. I seem to recall there being a map in a cab or two? I wouldn't swear to it but it might have been Japan where I saw a map on the side of a bus. While surely useful, the bus was going down the road and I'm not exactly sure what the goal of the map was? That might have been China. I dunno... As I said, I just meandered around aimlessly, met interesting people, partied a bunch, and did the typical tourist things. Hiring a guide and/or translator is a nice benefit of having a few dollars. I doubt I'll return but the trips were both mostly nice.
I've concluded that some folks just won't even read the summary. I get that reading the article is verboten and I'm no heretic, so I usually will only even consider opening an article if I want to see pictures. That said, not reading the summary is kind of hardcore. It's like going bareback on a Bangkok whore because you lost a drunken bet with your friends. Sure, it might be fun but when you're pissing fire you'll look like an idiot.
I didn't read the article but I opened the home page up in a separate tab. It's a grid added to the map. GPS gets you "close enough" and then the grid is available to refine it. It's pretty easy and looks like it'd be serviceable.
Meh... Up thread, I gave an address that is probably on my property. It'd be easy enough to find me anyhow. What? Is some /.er going to come visit me? Well, I'm not home right now but I'll be back in the spring, at the latest. When you're at the door, turn around, look up, in the upper left, reach your hand up on the ledge (no, it's not a mouse-trap) and find the nail. On the nail is a key. Use the key and open the door - it's easier and less expensive than you breaking my stuff. The alarm code is obvious if you know me. Seriously, it's not hard - just think about it and you'll figure it out if you know me at all.
Someone will be by in the morning, there's some food already there and lots of it in the freezer and preserved in the pantry. There's booze in the cabinet - some of it is good. Try to not puke on anything nice. Kindly leave the PCs that are on, on. There's others scattered around, make use of them as you will but don't break anything. I can probably see you and will get a text telling me that the alarm is deactivated. There's one bedroom that is off-limits. It is locked. Everything else is unlocked, make use of it as if it were your own but with slightly more care 'cause it's not.
Don't be alarmed when the neighbor shows up tomorrow. She'll go get you some regular food and probably make you some food. She'll probably have my dog with her. He responds best to Stupid Dog. He's harmless and won't even ride your leg. There are three sets of car keys in the garage. They will allow you to use any of three vehicles. The rest are off limits. Basically, if it is locked or doesn't have a key in an obvious place - you're forbidden from accessing it and I'll be kind of pissed if you do.
There you go. Help yourself and don't trash the place. If you do, it's insured but I'm still gonna be really pissed. There's unprotected guest access to the wireless. The computer should, for the most part, all have a guest account enabled. You can probably find one that automatically logs in. Kindly update them, thanks. The password will be handy, look in a desk drawer for a sticky note. Avoid the basement, if you can. There are some dangerous things down there - mostly locked up. The server closet is locked up so that's off-limits as are my gun safes.
Bring your wife and kids, it's beautiful there - that's why the house is there. The neighbors are cool and quiet - there aren't many. They may call me to see if I know you're there but they won't be too shocked.
This sort of mentality has served me well. I've had less stolen and damaged since I adopted this sort of attitude. And, well, if something happens then that's what insurance is for. So far, so good.
I got it in the second try.
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I don't think it's a problem. I just wanted to see if I could find something fun. My first was green.eggs.ham and that was not a location on the map. I was a bit disappointed. Note: I have no idea why they think this will be a problem. I just wanted to see how many tries it would take. I tried a half dozen more, after that, and I found nothing.
I was getting directions to a trout stream in the foothills of Maine and one of the directions was, "If you get to the red barn, burned down in what? 1976 Fred? Ayuh, 62 'twas. Well there. If you get to the red barn, burned down in '76, you've gone too far. Turn around and go back 'bout a half mile and look for the path, can't hardly see it, on the right - should have some ferns this time of year."
Eventually, I found a productive stream in that area so I'm assuming it was the right one. It turned out to be a beaver dam and I had brought fly and spin casting equipment in with me so I was happy.
At any rate... I probably would have had better luck with this system. We do have, here in Maine, a road called "Katie's Crotch." I do not know if that's the official name or not.
On my way to find my house (the street address was quite a ways off) I learned that my house is near "agents.educated.account." That's not really *at* my house but it's where the pin was located while I was finding my house in their silly map thing. I'm not sure how to take it. I do think that's technically on property that I own. :/
It's just sexconker. They forgot to post AC, again...
http://science.slashdot.org/co...
My first thought: "Well, that's going to be just great for their reputation."
There's something to be said for ubiquitous mobile connectivity! I still want to know how you typed so well while running?
Hmm... I do remember some freakish dude who tooled around on a recumbent bike a long, long time ago (in tech years). He had cellular connectivity, a helmet, and a computer mounted on his bike. He typed with a few buttons on either handlebar and had some early HUD-like thing. I think he was based out of Ohio but I'd not swear to it. He was unusual. He was even using cellular connectivity back then. Hmm... I wonder how much tech has improved his state of being by now? Or if he's been pasted by a semi while tooling around, typing, reading, talking, and doing it all while riding a bicycle on a routed highway?
No, no I don't really have a point except that such would, maybe, enable you to type while running down the road slathered in peanut butter.
Holy shit... I haven't seen her name mentioned here since the early 2000s when I had my old account. Wow... I wonder if she's still cute? I'd go look at Google but I don't want that memory sullied.
Speaking of which, it took some effort to load trolltalk. I had to open it twice - the first one sent me to the job board. I don't *want* a job. I want to see who's being lulzy. It turns out, nobody. That place is as dead as bunch of French concert-goers.
Yes. Yes I did have to add that last part. 'Snot my fault really, I just visited trolltalk and some things are just catchy.
The best part is you can append gibberish to it and tell everyone that you've done lots of work and nobody will know the difference. Hell, it might actually do something useful!
I am going to admit that I write (or have written) some Perl. I've even given it away. I'd also like to take this time to apologize for my Perl.
I wrote a "safe list" script for a friend, it was really damned simple. People signed up and sent email messages to each other for the purposes of MLM - that's not why I wrote it, that's just what people did with it. It had a small but functional administration panel. It was about as secure as a screen door. Usernames and passwords were in a plain text file - you were SUPPOSED to move it and chmod it but I don't think anyone ever did even though it was mentioned a few times in the README.TXT.
Anyhow, he wanted to sell the script. I said that was cool. I was more interested in the code so I made a few versions. It was usually purchased a few times and then hit Usenet in .zip form. They could have at least taken my email out of the damned thing if they were going to steal it. I've long since dropped that email. The last version (released in something like 2002) was free for the taking and my friend charged to install and customize it as he'd learned a little by then.
So here's the easiest to install script and the least secure thing on the internet - plain text files, indeed, and I *still* see it installed from time to time. I can only imagine that the email address still gets emails from people asking what chmod means or how to upload the file or how they put it in their C drive and nobody seems to be able to access it from the internet.
Yup... My Perl... Breaking machines, frustrating users, and being insecure for 25 years and running.
A little part of me is kind of proud of that but my formal statement is, indeed, an apology.
At one point in time I had a computer, with a monitor, and some RAM, and some disk space, and a printer, etc... I also had a new car in the driveway. Guess which cost more?
*sighs* You don't even want to know what workstations cost or how expensive it was to fill a server room.