Oh, my bad.
Seems that the username isn't necessarily blank; it's just ignored in
the whole auth process. It's almost as if that's better.
Other than that, Ryan's right:http://icculus.org/cgi-bin/finger/finger.pl?user=icculus&date=2003-03-01&time=04-00-14
The comment on MarbleBlast? I bought that, too.
Not that I'm really complaining as such, but a quick note:
If you're designing an all-in-one-router-wireless-dsl-thingy... or
any other device like that, really, then you really should take into
consideration something specific:
People are STUPID.
OK. Kudos for refusing connections on the web interface if more than one
hop is involved [ie, from any machine not directly physically connected
to the switch - say, someone's hijacked your wireless connection and is
routing TCP onwards.]
Considerably less kudos if you, as part of the authentication thingy,
put your Brand name & Model number in the response.
<Netscape> Password required for LinkSys whatevermodel
All I have to do is visit the website, grab the userguide, check out
the default admin uname & passwd, and trash someone's router. Most people
plug their computery stuff in, and if "it works", they won't touch
it. For example, if they plug in a wireless router and their laptops
magically go on the internet.
Most people don't enable encryption. Most people wouldn't enable mac
address filtering, even if they knew what it was.
The username & password would have taken a hellish long time to guess
[blank username], but instead linksys hand it out on a plate. Way to
go, guys. You're not enhancing the already pathetic reputation that
You know it's pathetic when you're watching chick flicks on your own &
really enjoying them.
In other, completely independant news, I've heard Bed of Roses [Christian
Slater & Mary Stuart Masterson, 1996] is quite a good movie...
Mmmmm. Was my birthday yesterday, and spent many hours drinking and
playing pool and drinking. Mmmmm.
Oh, and did I mention drinking?
Wireless networking is cool. Stupidly insecure, but cool all the same.
You're never entirely certain what sort of party you're going to.
I think I first realised something was amiss when I noticed there was
some kind of weird volcano thing [about a foot high, mebbe 3 feet
across]. At the focal point of the living room.
Come midnight or so, the volcano was filled with baking soda, vinegar,
and red dye. Yes, we've all been there. But I bet you've never brutally
sacrificed a virgin [it's a barbie doll; use your imagination] using
said volcano. Well, not that brutally, but unwholesome all the same.
And In other news, I appreciate all the help I had from one ladyfriend
many many moons ago who taught me to undo bra straps damn quickly with
just the one hand.
If you're reading this, that'll teach you to tickle me.
Note to self; it's not 100% reasonable to "not keep my appartment tidy;
random visits from good looking chicks are pretty non-existant".
It's just scary when you hear a knock on the door, and there's a really
nice-looking lass outside. Who you've never met, but cooks you dinner
And you know what made it all alright? I'm such a wuss, but we were all
wearing those papery wristband things, and at one point she reached over,
grabbed my hand, and drew a big smiley face on it.
Probably about the same time as I would have been twitching & convulsing
for lack of coffee.
Two updates to the previous:
1) I think the word you are looking for is litigious, meaning more
willing to resort to lawyers. Libellous means they say untrue things
about people deliberately. [Hi, Tom]
2) Apparently, it's more likely the kids are already being serviced by
the priest in the church, so the odds of me making the situation worse
are close to nil [Hi, Greg]
I had my first juggling gig in this country not long ago. It was some
random charitable thing in East LA involving about 50 or so kids, 3
jugglers, and some others at random. [We'd been expecting more kids to
be there, actually]
In the UK, I used to do something called "PlayScheme" fairly regularly.
Parents in the area would leave their kids there, and then the kids would
be entertained by painting, balloons, games, whatever_usually_amuses_kids.
Every time I went there, I had to sign a piece of paper, something to
the effect of "I promise I'm not a paedophile, and so far I've never
been caught". Or something to that effect. It actually seems like a
pretty good idea; the parents can be pretty comfortable that nothing
scary's gonna happen to their kids. And, from what I gather, the relevant
checks really were done after the event.
Come a charity gig entertaining kids in LA. I'm expecting to be given
a piece of paper that I must sign, this being even more of a libellous
society [is that the right word?] than England. And, lo & behold, I am.
Reading through, it's simply a Name & Address thing so they can contact
me if they ever feel the urge to ask me to do some work again. Seems
reasonable enough, and the lasses there were pretty good looking... The
fine upstanding christian thing was a bit off-putting, but since it is
a charity gig in a church, I suppose I oughtn't be surprised.
And another bit at the bottom to sign. Saying that they're allowed to
use my photo. For promotional purposes.
Seems being a paedophile & working with kids in East LA would be no
problem, but being afraid of my own image in print is perfectly ok.
This is really quite cool.
I just got some new juggling balls, and a new acrylic.
At Xmas, I'd been playing with someone's silicone juggling balls, and
while I was in London talking to dad about it, I'd whined that they were
too expensive for sensible people to be able to afford.
Dad, not having thought of anything to give me for Christmas at that
point, gave me enough cash to get some.
So I now have 6 green silicones [Mmmmmmmm], and a green Acrylic
[Mmmmmmmmmmm. It's purty].
It's really weird. When they come in the box, they're all shiny; I never
realised there's actually a break-in period before they turn the normal
Of course, until you've used them, most people simply wouldn't understand
what's so great about the better part of two hundred quid's worth of
juggling balls. [Ow. Ouch. Owie. Ow. Ow. Ow.]