October 4th, 2015
- Which is to say, invited by advertisements for a travel agency – there's nothing 'official' about this. ↩
No doubt about it, there definitely are 2 Kinds of People in this world.
Me, I'm closer to the second type in terms of desktop clutter (unless you think all that Geektool output at the left of the desktop disallows me.)
[Via Daring Fireball]
James Mickens has some thoughts about the state of online security:
The only thing that I've ever wanted for Christmas is an automated way to generate strong yet memorable passwords. Unfortunately, large swaths of the security community are fixated on avant garde horrors such as the fact that, during solar eclipses, pacemakers can be remotely controlled with a garage door opener and a Pringles can. It's definitely unfortunate that Pringles cans are the gateway to an obscure set of Sith-like powers that can be used against the 0.002% of the population that has both a pacemaker and bitter enemies in the electronics hobbyist community. However, if someone is motivated enough to kill you by focusing electromagnetic energy through a Pringles can, you probably did something to deserve that. I am not saying that I want you dead, but I am saying that you may have to die so that researchers who study per-photon HMACs for pacemaker transmitters can instead work on making it easier for people to generate good passwords. "But James," you protest, "there are many best practices for choosing passwords!" Yes, I am aware of the "use a vivid image" technique, and if I lived in a sensory deprivation tank and I had never used the Internet, I could easily remember a password phrase like "Gigantic Martian Insect Party." Unfortunately, I have used the Internet, and this means that I have seen, heard, and occasionally paid money for every thing that could ever be imagined. I have seen a video called "Gigantic Martian Insect Party," and I have seen another video called "Gigantic Martian Insect Party 2: Don't Tell Mom," and I hated both videos, but this did not stop me from directing the sequel "Gigantic Martian Insect Party Into Darkness." Thus, it is extremely difficult for me to generate a memorable image that can distinguish itself from the seething ocean of absurdities that I store as a result of consuming 31 hours of media in each 24-hour period.
[Via Schneier on Security]
What sort of sick, twisted mind does it take to come up with the idea of doing this to one of the great New Romantic singles?
I'll tell you what sort: the mind of a bloody genius!
Washington DC – The IEEE have produced a report today where they strongly recommend that from now on, the discipline of Computer Programming should be officially renamed to "Googling Stackoverflow". […]
And for a horror film, there are surprisingly few deaths. Apart from the mystery girl's death that opens the film (we never find out how she related to the rest of the characters), the other main on-screen death is Greg, killed in his bedroom. Given that the creature walks toward the victim until it reaches them, how very convenient that it so seldom appears in the middle of the night while the victim is asleep! Where's the "don't fall asleep" warning à la invasion of the Body Snatchers and A Nightmare on Elm Street?
You know when World Cups started being corrupt? 1970. And anything up to and including 1962. Between those dates, there was a brief and ineffably beautiful interregnum in the chicanery, which thereafter was never allowed to happen again. Why? Well, there was a global sense, really, that the sainted custodians of both tournament and trophy during that time were simply too exquisitely mannered, too morally faultless, too humble, too generous-spirited, too brilliant at football ever to be permitted to shame the rest of the world in this manner again.
Did you enjoy that story? If so, you may be Greg Dyke, or have suffered a recent head trauma. Either way, please seek help immediately. […]