One live body, brains still somewhat intact.

Jul 09, 2017

I'm still around, just been too busy to get a lot of other stuff done really.  I need to get a couple of articles written and maybe a tutorial or two.  My overall health seems to be on an upswing right now, which is a really good sign.  First good sign in a while, really.

It's funny, how the tools that you already have are the ones you tend to be afraid of using, because you don't know what'll happen.  Confidence is one of those things that comes with knowing what the hell's going on, or at least having a better idea of same.

When you finally have some answers you can start asking better questions.

Status report: President's Day

Feb 20, 2017

I'm still alive.  No, I didn't party too much on my birthday.  Just about all of last week consisted of twelve hour days of nothing but meetings with several times the number of people I'm accustomed to handling simultaneously.  Additionally, I was working on a music review for Vampire Step-Dad, which required a pair of studio grade noise-cancelling headphones and listening to tracks repeatedly.  I seem to have given myself a case of sensory overload, because now I feel numb all over... I also attended Pantheacon last weekend, which did a number on me.  I realize that I could (and should) have holed up in my hotel room with a pair of earplugs in to recuperate, and there was no shortage of signs on Saturday morning that I should have done so.  Signs, I hasten to add, that I disregarded in a perhaps inadvisable attempt to push my capabilities a bit farther than normal.

Minor repairs are required for parts of my exocortex as a result of pushing myself too far.

I have a timed post or two set to go up this week, but I'll be spending as much time as I can offline to recuperate.

839 years young.

Feb 14, 2017

839 years old today.  Solidly in the triple digits.  Eight regenerations in and I can feel the clock ticking every second.

Why Blaster Master?  Why the hell not?

Richard Spencer, face punching, and violence.

Jan 21, 2017

I shouldn't have to write this disclaimer, but here we go anyway: I am not one of these people and never will be.  I mirrored the documents in question because data has a way of disappearing from the Net when lawyers get involved, a phenomenon called HTTP Error 451 (Unavailable for legal reasons), and we're already seeing potentially damaging and damning information quietly going away.  So, if you're going to say that because I have a copy of a particular document on my website I support the author when I just said I didn't, please pull your head out of your ass.

What a world in which I have to say this.

If you were fortunate yesterday you got to watch this man, Richard Spencer (Wikipedia page archived at 20170121@0955 hours PDT in case somebody sanitizes it) (local mirror) (mugshot), get punched dead in the face (local mirror in case the video disappears) by what appears to be an antifa protestor on live television.  Spencer is openly and vocally a white supremacist and chairbeing of an uncannily influential white supremacist think tank called the National Policy Institute (google them, I'm not linking to their website), though in the US they're calling themselves white nationalists these days.  He wrote this article (Internet Archive copy because it mysteriously vanished from his website) (local mirror)  At the Inauguration yesterday, he said this: "Let's party like it's 1933." (local mirror) There is some controversy about this guy getting clocked while being interviewed.  Perhaps, some say, they should have given him a chance to make the first move.  Perhaps he should have been taunted into throwing the first punch to have some justification for getting nailed.

I disagree, and this is why: Have you ever gotten stomped?

Seriously - have you ever gotten the living hell beaten out of you because you were not white, or because you were queer or just because somebody wanted an excuse to take you out?  Legit beaten down, wound up in the hospital, perhaps injured for an extended period of time?  Maybe still feeling it years later?

These screwheads do not give you a chance.  They do not taunt you into throwing the first punch.  They do not let you make the first move.  They come at you with everything they've got, usually as a group, and they do not let up until either you're down and out or somebody comes to your rescue (which is rare, if ever).  They have only one thing in mind, and that's turning you into paste on the floor or sidewalk.  They do not let up until they think they're done, for some definition of done.  They care about taking you out, period, full stop.

Does that make what happend to him right?  Well, yes, he's a goddamn Nazi.  His followers, and groups moving along the same lines have done the same thing to people time and time again over the years, often much worse than he got.  People like Spencer have the gift of making up erudite-sounding words to justify it.

I shed no tears and raise a toast to the unknown person who punched him.  That was a very small taste of what some of us got for the crime of merely existing.  It isn't a matter of right or wrong, it's a matter of what goes around comes around.

A toast.

Jan 01, 2017

Here's to the sysadmins, who fight to keep everything up and running.  And reboot printers along the way.

Here's to tier-1 tech support, who know the answers but are only allowed to recite from their scripts.

Here's to the pen testers, who keep plugging away.

Here's to desktop support, who occasionally see things they can never unsee.

Here's to the red team, who throw everything from Devo costumes to pork chops to ballroom gowns to the kitchen sink at the mission.

Here's to the hacktivists, who toil endlessly to make the world a better place.

Here's to the open source hackers, whose thankless tasks are labors of love.

Here's to the whistleblowers, who lay everything on the line to try to set things right.

Here's to the lawyers, who honestly answer the question "So, how much trouble could I get in if I did this?"

Here's to the reversers, who yank out their hair while asking the question "What the hell does this even mean?" over and over again.

Here's to the hackers who submit talks to DefCon every year but never get accepted.  You keep trying, over and over again.

Here's to the people with the honest questions, who uncover horrors never before dreamed.

Here's to the newbies, who spend long hours punching away to learn arcane skills to satisfy their own curiosity.

Here's to you.