w00t. First day with a shell on icculus.org.
That is all.
---=== 12/4/01, 22:13 PST ===---
A few Websites you may be interested in if you're bored enough to be reading this:
Bring back the Classic Subway Cut! ( http://spine.cx/subway )
The Museum of Broken Packets ( http://lcamtuf.coredump.cx/mobp )
Fun With Jet Engines ( http://www.asciimation.co.nz/beer )
A Blast from the Linux Past ( http://www.mentalhygiene.com/kernelnotes.html )
The True Story of the Rocket Car ( http://www.geocities.com/Baja/Canyon/7665/ROCKIT.HTML )
The Bastard Operator From Hell Do-It-Yourself Excuse Board ( http://bofh.ntk.net/ExcuseBoard.html )
---=== 12/6/01, 17:10 PST ===---
Well, couldn't think of anything better to do today, so I added some more witty remarks to my .plan; look at the bottom (right below the IcculusFinger version).
---=== 12/13/01, 22:43 PST ===---
Link for the day: an online (h|cr)acker wargame to kill your brain and deplete your reserves of caffeine:
http://www.hackerslab.org
I'm on level 13 as of yesterday, but I'm putting further advancement on hold to work on projects of less dubious importance. Real Life (tm) calls... ;)
---=== 12/14/01, 13:56 PST ===---
... but not without a few more games of Quake3. Pulled off a new one today: I rocket-jumped off the rail jump pad in Q3DM17 and landed on the floating skeleton.
'Til later...
---=== 12/15/01, 03:08 PST ===---
Title: Krisx must die!
I was hanging out on IRC tonight (around midnight), when a self-acclaimed l33t
#4x0R named Krisx dropped by. Until I edit out all the irrelevant stuff from
the log, here are a few nuggets of wisdom from the uber-l33t Krisx:
[00:08] <Krisx> i like hack in the surfase in the trojan virus then i crack the main xx//code and epson the whole astroda
[00:58] <Krisx> linux succccckkkkk
[00:58] <Krisx> iven win3.1 is bewtter
[00:58] <Krisx> linux is the shitest thing
[01:07] <Krisx> xwred1 IS A MOTHER FUCKIN DOMB DICK
...
[01:08] *** Krisx has quit IRC (Excess Flood)
[01:10] <Krisx> when i'll klocck you computer up and ur prosessor cona shud down
If Krisx is reading this, I have to say that you are the most amateurish,
ignorant, depressing excuse for a computer user that I have ever met. As Jeffk
might put it:
"Krisx, DON'T YUO NEED YUOR MOMY'S PERMISION TOO UES TEH COMPUTAR MACHIENE?"
Update: this IRC log is now up at http://www.icculus.org/~vogon/loki.html
---=== 12/17/01, 00:56 PST ===---
Argh... today, I had to go have brunch with my entire extended family. While
the majority of them are cool people, I have a couple of *very* annoying cousins
(Michelle and Colleen). I'm kinda mentally exhausted, so I'll close with this
thought for the day:
Well, I don't know why I came here tonight,
I got the feeling that something ain't right.
I'm so scared in case I fall off my chair,
And I'm wondering how I'll get down the stairs.
Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right,
Here I am, stuck in the middle with you.
-- "Stuck in the Middle with You", Stealer's Wheel
---=== 12/25/2001, 16:12 PST ===---
Merry Christmas/Hanukkah/Kwanzaa/Festivus/Feast of Maximum Occupancy to everyone
out there in Internet-land.
Nothing sums up the holiday spirit like a song from this week's episode of
Futurama.
In the episode, the Planet Express crew is sent to deliver letters to Santa
Claus, an evil robot who goes on a rampage every X-Mas (as Christmas is called
in the year 3000; everyone's forgotten what the "X" stands for). Santa lives
in an ice fortress on Neptune (yes, at the north pole) alongside Neptunian
elves who have lost their livelihoods because nobody gets toys anymore (Santa
judges everyone "naughty" to rationalize his rampage).
After the crew makes a narrow escape from Santa's fortress, they try to leave
the planet, only to have their ship held there (quite literally) by Santa, who
in the process, sinks into a pool of water (melted from ice by the ship's
engines) that immediately refreezes and traps him. Bender, a bending robot that
formerly worked as a girder-bender for a suicide booth manufacturer, agrees
(grudgingly) to replace Santa, and the elves, while going back to work at
Santa's toy manufacturing works, sing this toy-making song:
(Santa's Elves) We are free and fairly sober,
With so many toys to build.
The machines are kind of tricky,
Probably someone will be killed.
But we'll gladly work for nothing,
(Fry, a 20th-century delivery boy who was accidentally cryogenically frozen for 1,000 years in the year 2000) Which is good because we don't intend to pay.
(Everyone) The elves are back to work today.
(Elves cheer "Hooray!")
(Elves) We have just a couple hours
To make several billion gifts,
And the labor isn't easy.
(Leela, a one-eyed ex-career counselor) Then you'll all work triple shifts.
You can make the job go quicker,
If you turn up the controls to superspeed.
(Leela turns up a speed dial from Slow through Fast to Lucy.)
(Everyone) The elves are back on X-Mas Eve!
(Elves cheer again, weakly.)
(Leela) Though you're cold and sore and ugly,
Your pride will mask the pain.
(Fry) Let my happy smile warm your heart,
(Elf) There's a toy lodged in my brain.
(Elves) We are getting awfully tired,
And we can't work any faster,
And we're very, very sorry.
(Bender) Why, you selfish little bastards!
Do you want the kids to think that Santa's just a crummy empty-handed jerk?
(Bender kicks several elves)
Then shut your yaps and back to work!
(Elves) Now it's very nearly X-Mas,
And we did the best we could.
(Fry holds up a wooden toy soldier)
(Fry) These toy soldiers are poorly painted,
(Leela, snapping the soldier in half) And they're made from inferior wood.
(Bender, sitting in a sleigh) I should give you all a beating,
But I really have to fly.
(Evil Santa, frozen in ice) If I weren't stuck here frozen,
I'd harpoon you in the eye.
(Elves, carrying liquor flasks and bottles) Now it's back into our tenements,
To drown ourselves in rye.
(Leela, holding up a gorilla) Well, you did the best you could, I guess, and some of these gorillas are OK.
(Elves cheer things like "Hooray!" and "They're adequate!")
(Everyone) The elves have rescued X-Mas Day!
---=== 12/28/01, 05:04 PST ===---
There are more doin's a-transpirin' on #loki; last night, we got into possibly
the nerdiest activity ever: a vhost/FQDN war. In this war, people just
randomly spout fully-qualified domain names (FQDNs) suitable for usage as
computer names or virtual host names. Here's the one that started it all:
00:23 <phaethon> bugs.icculus.org (in response to a query as to the name of icculus.org)
It all went downhill from here...
00:23 < phaethon> attack.pimp.icculus.org
00:23 < vogon_jeltz> featurezilla.icculus.org
00:24 < zakk> gopostal.at.icculus.org
00:24 < phaethon> new.years.party.at.icculus.org
00:25 < phaethon> microsoft.com.hit.by.pimp.attack.of.icculus.org
-and-
00:26 < vogon_jeltz> microsoft.com.hit.for.two.hundred.fifty.points.of.leetness.
damage.by.pimp.attack.of.icculus.org
00:27 < zakk> zakk.beats.off.his.bitches.at.icculus.org
00:28 < xwred1> zakk.beats.off.to.his.bitches.at.icculus.org
00:28 < phaethon> there.is.no.icculus.but.icculus.org
00:29 < vogon_jeltz> the.icculus.org.that.can.be.boring.is.not.the.true.icculus.
org
00:30 < phaethon> Get.Your.Free.Prawn.At.icculus.org
00:31 < vogon_jeltz> serious.sam.will.be.done.when.it.is.done.at.icculus.org
00:31 < phaethon> prawn.shrimp.crab.lobster.fish.octopus.squid.seafood.icculus.o
rg
00:31 < zakk> the.amish.are.in.power.at.icculus.org
00:32 < phaethon> ff00ff.is.purple.on.icculus.org
00:33 < zakk> icculus.has.a.brother.who.jerks.off.in.front.of.the.webcam.at.iccu
lus.org
-and-
00:33 < phaethon> zakk.gave.more.information.than.we.wanted.to.know.about.icculu
s.org
00:33 < vogon_jeltz> let.us.see.how.many.of.these.we.can.create.before.apache.ch
okes.on.the.configuration.file.icculus.org
-and-
00:33 < phaethon> im.not.so.worried.about.apache.as.im.worried.about.bind.for.th
ese.domains.icculus.org
00:34 < vogon_jeltz> pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosises.the.disease
.of.the.year.at.icculus.org
00:34 < zakk> hendersa.has.lots.of.chedda.in.his.plan.updates.at.icculus.org
00:37 < phaethon> i.am.the.alpha.and.the.icculus.org
00:38 < vogon_jeltz> this.episode.has.been.brought.to.you.by.the.letters.l.and.t
.and.the.number.3.icculus.org
00:38 < vogon_jeltz> though.i.walk.on.through.the.valley.of.death.i.shall.see.no
.icculus.org
00:40 < vogon_jeltz> i.am.become.death.destroyer.of.icculus.org
00:40 < phaethon> all.your.base.are.belong.to.icculus.org
00:41 < phaethon> epson.the.whole.astroda.icculus.org (see http://icculus.org/~vogon/loki.html)
00:43 < phaethon> /me.wonders.if.these.types.of.sentences.will.record.as.very.lo
ng.sentences.for.the.status.on.icculus.org
00:44 < phaethon> what.is.it.with.the.camel.icculus.org
00:44 < vogon_jeltz> stick.it.in.the.vogel.and.go.at.icculus.org
00:46 < vogon_jeltz> homoerotic.dawsons.creek.fanfic.and.pictures.of.icculus's.c
reepy.brother.are.but.a.few.of.the.many.things.you.can.find.on.icculus.org
00:47 < vogon_jeltz> i.worked.at.loki.entertainment.and.all.i.got.was.this.lousy
.vhost.on.icculus.org
00:48 < treke> this.got.old.a.while.ago.icculus.org
00:48 < zakk> okay.enough.of.the.amusing.vhosts.at.icculus.org
We then moved on to amusing newsgroup names...
00:50 < vogon_jeltz> kristin.icculus.org.pr0n.pr0n.pr0n
(inside joke)
00:50 < phaethon> icculus.org.seafood.prawn.prawn.prawn
00:53 < vogon_jeltz> alt.religion.judaism.pork.pork.pork
00:53 < phaethon> alt.religion.hindu.beef.beef.beef
00:54 < vogon_jeltz> rec.movies.battlefield.earth.suck.suck.suck
00:55 < phaethon> sci.star.neutron.suck.suck.suck.go
00:55 < phaethon> rec.wall.head.bang.hours.hours.hours
00:56 < phaethon> net.answers.everything.universe.life
01:18 < vogon_jeltz> alt.things.that.hurt.if.you.put.them.in.your.eye.fork.fork.
fork
01:19 < vogon_jeltz> comp.os.unix.fork.fork.fork
Well, that's just about it... be back later with some more updates, provided I ever get around to it...
---=== 1/11/02, 03:18 PST ===---
Your moment of "Whoa, that's kinda creepy":
The M$ Outlook Express X-Mailer mail header reads as follows:
X-Mailer: Microsoft Outlook Express 6.00.2600.0000.
Some nerds will (or should) recognize the significance of revision number and are prolly laughing to themselves right now.
For those that don't: http://www.2600.org
Inside joke? Cracker conspiracy? Eerie coincidence found by a teenager dangerously low on caffeine at 3 in the morning? You'll find out, on this week's X-Files...