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I snapped this in the airport in san Francisco a few months ago. Iron man powered by oracle? I am not getting anywhere near that thing.
Insert into shit_that_can_kill_me_on_accident_table values (‘iron man powered by oracle’);
So let me get this straight. I got 74 points and finished in 9th place. But the winner only got 73 points? I am not a mathematician but I am pretty sure that I learned about > and < in grade school.
NOTE: This post was originally made on the same date in 2005, not 2006.
I just confirmed that I will be presenting at the Interz0ne 4 conference in Atlanta the weekend of March 11-13. The topic will be "Disposable Email vulnerabilities" and we will officially announce a new DDP project related to that topic.
I will also be doing a lot of other things while I am there. My tentative schedule is as follows:
I will not arrive at the conference until Late Friday night at around 9-10 PM. I have no specific plans Friday night other than checking in and getting some food somewhere!
Saturday, I volunteered and will be working at the registration desk for most of the morning. I will then probably break for lunch and come back and set up in the vendor area with copies of Binary Revolution Magazine 1-3 (sorry, 4 is still not done yet). I will take in as many other presentations as I can on Saturday as well.
Saturday night, I am tentatively scheduled to go on after the keynote speaker. Watch the official Interz0ne schedule for the final speaker schedule. After that, I will watch as many of the presentations as I can and then I will probably be hanging around and maybe filming some HackTV segments if anyone comes up with any ideas.
I will be recovering Sunday, but I still plan to take in some presentations and set up in the vendor area with the magazines again if I can. I will have to leave the con early Sunday evening to catch a flight Sunday night.
If anyone wants to say hello, just look for me at those areas in those times. I will be glad to sign copies of the magazine or anything like that. I am pretty approachable, so don't be afraid to say "Hi". I hope to meet a bunch of you there!
Ok, so I am not exactly boycotting it, but I am not getting all heavy into it this year. I am not falling into the commercialization anymore. I never really thought of Christmas as a commercial holiday, but somehow it became one out of entitlement. Someone buys you a gift and you are obligated to buy one back for them and it grows and grows. I don't think this is at all what this holiday is supposed to be about.
Without going into a religious topic here, since I tend to keep my personal beliefs to myself, but this holiday is to celebrate the birth of our lord and savior Jesus Christ. Now, believe that or not, thats fine. Personal decisions and all of that...but I do believe that and I do not understand how that became "buy everyone you know lots of gifts". The tradition comes from the wise men who brought gifts to the baby Jesus and we keep that tradition up this very day. That is all well and good, but the obligation needs to stop.
I do not see the point in buying my sister a gift card only to have her buy me a gift card of the same value for another store. why bother? The stores are the ones who really benefit from this token gesture in the form of a guaranteed sale. Don't get me wrong, I am not a Grinch. I love Christmas and what it truly stands for. But let's be honest, Christmas is a childrens holiday. I have no problem buying gifts for kids and keeping the holidays magical and fun. But for those of us who grew up, it is just all false idolatry to the almighty dollar. Not "idol" in a Godlike way, but in a shift of priorities. I am not doing it anymore.
Similar to the way that I don't want gifts to celebrate my birthday (and arbitrary day if there ever was one) I don't want gifts out of obligation. If you want to buy me a gift, do it because you think of me or care about me and thought it would be a nice thing that has no relevance to a date. I buy gifts for people all the time. Why should I wait to give them at Christmas or some particular day? I will give them when I think of that person and buy the gift for them. Personally, if someone gave me a small gift or a card on some strange Wednesday for no reason at all other than that they simply cared about me, that would mean far more to me than if someone bought me a brand new car on Christmas. I can buy a new car myself. You cannot buy caring and love.
So that being said, I only bought a few small practical gifts for my new baby niece. I made arrangements with my family to not do the gift exchange mockery this this. I do have a few small things for people, but not out of obligation, but because I care. They are small, cheap things that I picked up on my travels and I don't count that is going out of my way to get gifts.
No matter what your feeling are on gift-giving, please let me wish you all a happy holiday. I still love the holiday and the intent behind it, so don't misinterpret that. I will be out of town for the rest of the year visiting my family. Hopefully, I make it back alive. I am going to start 2010 strong and refocused and hopefully it treats me a whole lot better than 2009 did.
So I was driving to meet some co-workers for lunch today and they are doing some roadwork near my house. There was this dude who was about a 30-35 years old fairly built black guy riding a bike along the side of the road. He was maybe 8 or 9 car lengths in front of me so I saw everything clearly. He veered off of the road (on his own, no traffic near him) and I am not sure if was trying to show off on purpose or not but what happened was pretty awesome.
There was a pile of dirt (in Florida, that means mostly sand) about 2 feet high right in front of him where he was turning off of the road. Now he might have been trying to show off or just have fun or he might not have seen it at all. He might have been trying to jump it or something because he was pedaling really fast. I don't know what was in his head. All I know is that he went straight into that pile of dirt and I watched his back tire come flying over his head and his face hit the dirt with such impact that his back legs flipped over his head. For a second I really thought that he could have seriously hurt himself. His back flew over the bike and for all I know he could have broken his spine. It was that fast and violent. I think it was lucky that the dirt here was so soft that saved him. If he had hit concrete or something hard, he might have really injured himself.
Now here is where I am big stinky pussy.
I turn in at the next street which gave me a view directly back down the sidewalk/dirt path to where he was. I was too far to get out and help and I tried to yell and ask if he was alright but it was too far. He was getting up and seemed to be dusting the dirt off of his face and chest, but he was going pretty slow. So being the pussy that I am I turned my car around and drove back to make sure that he was ok and offer to help him. By the time I got back there, he was just climbing onto his bike and riding again. I just yelled out the window "are you ok?" and he nodded and just kept right on riding. And he was riding at full speed again I might add.
When I turned back around to continue on to lunch (at the Cracker Barrel, natch) he had turned down a side street and was clearly alright so after a few more seconds it hit me that he was alright and it was OK to laugh. My guess is that he though he was going to jump this little pile of dirt or something but he didn't think about the fact that it wasn't dirt hardened into a ramp. It was a clump of sand! Riding full speed into a soft pile of sand is not a good idea! The sand is not going to support you and launch you into the air...it is giong to move away from you and force you to come to a quick stop! It's called fundamentals of physics and IT WAS FUCKING HILARIOUS! I wish I had someone been able to film it.
Yeah yeah, i know it was one of those "you had to be there" stories...but it was funny dammit. I was lolling.
I have been watching Shen Yun for a year or so now, waiting for it to come to Orlando. Orlando usually gets a lot of these type of shows, but for some reason I have not seen it come here. It went down to Broward county where I used to live, but not here. I have seen the muscle musical while in Las Vegas a few years ago (2006 I think) which went by the name Matsuri so look for it if they come back to Vegas at some point. To be clear, these are two entirely different shows. Matsuri is a more athletic show with acrobats, stunts, and similar content. Shen Yun looks to be much more artistic and cultural which is why I want to see it so badly.
If anyone has a chance to see this, make sure that you do. It may be a once in a lifetime type event.
I posted a couple of days ago that I wanted to see a show that looks interesting and now I found another. A friend went to see Cavalia last week and said that it was pretty good. When I asked him to describe it, he called it "Cirque du Horse" which looks to be pretty accurate. It is made by one of the cirque du soleil founders so it seems to be of high quality. It isn't too far to go over to Tampa, but to be honest, none of my friends are into this kind of stuff. I don't want to go by myself, so maybe I can convince someone to go with me.
I took an online personality disorder test (that I saw linked from 4chan of all places). We all know how accurate these things are...but seriously, there probably is a bit of truth to some of it. Obviously only a real psychiatrist can diagnose you truly.
Disorder | Rating
I don't know how I feel about these results. OCD..I can see that due to my eating habits and my tendency to be stubborn about how things should be done and done right (I admit that "right" can be subjective though). The schitzotypal thing is a bit misleading since it deals with paranoia. I am not paranoid that the world is out to get me (believe me, I witnessed someone like that first hand) but I to tend to believe that our government hides things from us as do big corporations. Because of those conspiracy theory beliefs, I guess that classifies me as moderate.
Yeah, so I guess I fail at being a normal red blooded American male. This chick that I was chatting up on one of those dating sites who lives like 5 minutes away from me pretty much offered a FWB relationship (I only recently learned that acronym myself so I provided a link to it for others who are as clueless as I am) and I said no.
I guess most people would consider that a perfect relationship. A good looking girl who wants sex with no strings attached and she is even conveniently located near where I live? What the hell is wrong with me? I wanted to. I thought about it, I will be honest. But I just am not looking for a "hook-up" at this point in my life. I am looking for "the one". I tried to convince myself that I can have both...I mean, who doesn't want to put a different game on "free play" while they wait to buy the game that they really want?
And if anyone got that last reference (you may think you did, but you probably didn't unless you are over the age of 30), then you really are a geek.
I hereby turn in my man card.
Possibly the greatest singer of all time made her way to Orlando Florida this past weekend. I have always wanted to see Aretha in concert and I have been looking forward to it since it was announced. I am sad to say that it was a bit disappointing.
I know that when you have such reverence and high expectations for someone, that you are setting yourself up for a fall, but I don't think that is the reason that the concert was disappointing. It was disappointing because Aretha just didn't seem to be into being there in the first place. She wasn't "into" the whole thing. Maybe because this was at Universal Studios and not at a fancy/expensive venue. Maybe she was sick. Maybe she is just tired of touring. It might even be a combination of all of these reasons. After performing for about an hour and a half (no complaints there) she left the stage without singing "Respect" which is, as everyone knows, the classic Aretha song. She pulled the classic, leave the stage move and everyone thought that she would come right back out for an encore to do that one last song. The crowd was chanting and everything and the band was still sitting there as though they were also waiting for her...but she never came back out. Slowly, the band started packing up one by one but they also seemed confused. Eventually, they brought up the lights and everyone headed home but the whole thing was just strange. The conspiracy theorist in me wonders if she saves that big song for the expensive concerts and not the large venues.
Either way, she is amazing. She is one of the few people that I put in my "gifted" category. She has a God-given gift that very few people on the planet have. Sure, lots of people can sing...and sing very well. But Aretha is on a whole different plane. No one on Earth can sing like her. She has complete control over her voice, incredible power, and the whole thing is effortless. she doesn't strain...she doesn't run out of breath. She just sings. When people say that someone can sing, Aretha Franklin epitomizes that. Aretha Franklin could sing the phone book and I would be mesmerized. I once saw her perform on some awards show (the grammys one year, don't remember when) when Pavarotti was supposed to sing an opera song but he was too sick and unable to perform. Aretha stepped in on extremely short notice (I heard only an hour to learn the song) and sang this amazing and beautiful opera song...in Italian! Are you kidding me? And I was watching...it was beautiful...just amazing. I mean, you think of Aretha as motown and soul, which is true. But this woman can sing everything.
A lot of people claim to be divas and call themselves Divas, but Aretha is the only Diva in my book. I think the word was invented for her since there is no other way to describe her greatness. If you ever get a chance to see her perform, do it. Despite the slight disappointment I mentioned earlier, I would see her again in a heartbeat.
I took a business trip to San Francisco a few weeks ago and I have to say it was one of my favorite cities ever. I have been to San Diego before and no offense to San Diegans (is that a word?) but it just didn't really stand apart from many other big cities that I have seen. That isn't a bad thing necessarily, just that there was nothing unique about it. Until this trip, San Diego was my limited experience of California. This trip has made me want to travel to Kali again.
The big difference was that San Francisco just had so much...character. It was just a city with such great history and personality. I would even say more than NYC! It had a great chinatown, but also a j-town (Japan town), and many other cultures represented as well. This place, more than any that I have seen in the United States, best represents our "melting pot" and acceptance of many different cultures. All cultures have their own identity and place where they can really express themselves but at the same time, people were mixed and living together in unison. No one was restricted or forced into a particular area. No one was looked down upon. No one was treated differently. This is what America is all about.
Here are a few pictures that I took, but I definitely want to go back and do a few more touristy things.
This was on the television in the cabin of a cruise ship that I was on. I wonder how often they have to reboot the ship?
If you see, hear or read anything else, it isn't true. I bought a ring. That is true. I mentioned marriage as an option to discuss (along with me moving to another country and continuing a long-distance relationship). That is true. I never proposed or offered marriage to anyone. It would have been the worst mistake that I ever made. Luckily, I did not make that mistake. Anyone who thinks otherwise is delusional. I have avoided discussing the details out of respect for privacy, but I am certainly not going to let people spread lies about me either. I will still keep my personal life private, but if someone else makes it public, then I will respond with the truth.
That "never proposed" thing might change next year if things keep going well with my current girlfriend.
That is all.
Well, this post makes it official. I always hated blogs because people post the stupidest most inane shit that no one could care about and here I am posting about getting my library card.
I have hit a new low.
But fuck that libraries fucking ROCK! I have had a library card almost everywhere that I ever lived! For some reason, since I moved to Orlando, I just didn't get around to getting one. I thought about it and realized that these days, whenever I need a book, I just buy it. Fuck that...I already pay taxes and those taxes fund the library so why wouldn't I take advantage of it?
I always loved the library, even as a kid, but it was when I graduated high school and started college that I really started to live in the library. I mean that almost literally. When I was just out of high school and starting college, I spent a lot of time in the library on campus. It was awesome because they pretty much knew that it was just for students on campus and that students were famous for falling asleep in the library so there were several comfortable couches and chairs all over. I found a nice quiet corner in a remote part of the top floor and took a nice stack of books and just went up there to a nice little couch and read until I fell asleep. It was a great way to kill time between classes and catch a few winks. I had my handy-dandy datalink watch (model 150)to wake me up in time for class, so I was straight. I could have lived there (cafeteria was nearby).
But that library was fairly small and mostly contained textbooks. I had read most of the computer related ones that I was interested in and ran out of things to read. Luckily, the public library was only 4 or 5 blocks away. I would walk down to the local library, which was HUGE in comparison, and they had magazines and public computers to use, and just tons of stuff to stay interested. I would go to classes all day and then go to the library until well after dark.
Eventually, I got used to being a regular at that library and started exploring other parts of downtown Louisville KY. I found that if you wear a Doctors lab coat (which I conveniently had ) then you were allowed to freely roam throughout many of the numerous hospitals that were in downtown Louisville. Now, I didn't do anything crazy or dangerous. I just wanted to do some exploring. Cafeterias in hospitals have the best food ever! then, I stumbled upon a University of Louisville medical Library inside of their practicing hospital downtown. Man, there was all kinds of crazy shit in there! Lot so of medical journals and a huge number of medical reference books. This was not really my cup of tea, but it was pretty awesome to know that it existed for the medical students and I did, on occasion, look up a few things that I was curious about. I became an expert on female genitalia, if I do say so myself.
Unfortunately, that is when the real world set in for me. I was maybe 19 or 20 or so and my family was not rich. It came to a point where I had to get a couple of extra jobs to be able to pay for my college tuition and books. This pretty much took all of my free time (and most of my sleeping time). I began working 5 jobs and taking a double load of classes and my love affair with the library came to an abrupt end. Looking back, maybe I should have apologized to the library for abandoning it, but I digress.
How was that for too much information? So yeah, this library is nowhere near as exciting, but I am hopeful that it will re-spark my interest in reading again. I haven't read any fiction or read for any entertainment purposes for along time. I am hoping to find more time to do this instead of just reading technical manuals. So yeah, this was a blog post about me getting my library card...but hopefully I put a little "Stank" on the story so that it is not as lame as it sounds.
If I ever post about what I have for breakfast...kill me.
I will warn you up front that this is a very personal post and I am using this blog and will continue to do so for some sort of therapy of my own. I have found that typing things up helps get them off of my chest and helps me come to terms with things. I know, I know...take it to livejournal...but fuck that. This is my life and my blog. Yes, I am a hacker and all that, but I keep reminding everyone that I am also a human being. this is the blog of a hacker and a human being at the same time. If that makes it less interesting, so be it.
So I just got back from vacation a few days ago. The first good one that I have had since the breakup and actually the first good one since we first started going out. This time I took a trip with my mother whom I have only seen once all year (she lives several hours away).
Ever since "it" happened, my house and life was left in shambles. That is what abandonment does to people. My house was a wreck. It was dirty, furniture was all in places where I didn't like it because I let her do what she wanted. My mom came up a few days before our trip and helped me clean and we rearranged my whole house. It feels like mine again now.
While on vacation, it was the first time that I had time to tell my own mother the whole story of what happened. I cannot...scratch that... will not tell that story here because no matter how cold and callous she treated me and what horrible things she said about me, I will not drop docs and will still respect her privacy. I am not going to change who I am just because someone else fell from grace. I am better than that. But I will bring one thing up publicly that I have been stressing about and talking to friends about for the past few months. I was called some bad things and felt like I was being turned into a bad person and I think that it is fair that I talk about that because this is my personal blog and I find it therapeutic to get it off of my chest.
I had already heard from friends on the subject of what/how it happened and they tell me that I did not do anything wrong, but friends sometimes tell you what they think you want to hear and while my friends are usually pretty honest, I still had questions about myself. I was explaining to mom the details that she hadn't heard before and my Mom will tell me the truth no matter what, including telling me if it was my fault. Mothers are great that way.
After I got dumped, I was called a liar, a thief, "uncompassionate" and the worst word of all for me..."evil". Now here is the thing. I didn't understand why these words were coming out. I didn't do anything. I was the one who was just left behind with nothing but a phone call (and a 400 hundred dollar international roaming bill..thats right, it cost me 400 bucks to get dumped) so how did that make me "evil"? I try to grow as a person. If someone says something to me, I listen to it. I take it to heart and I have always believed that anything that someone says to you has some bit of truth to it or they wouldn't have said it. When someone says such hurtful things like that to you, especially someone that you love, it really really really hurts and makes you question yourself. Maybe I am a bad person? Maybe I am evil? Maybe I am uncompassionate? Then I realized that I am not the one who abandoned someone without even an excuse and then stopped communicating with them completely other than to call them a thief.
My mother made me realize that it was not anything that I did wrong. I am not a bad person. I am not a thief. I am not uncompassionate and I am certainly not evil. It made me see that there was no validity to these attacks. All I did was love someone and give them everything that I had. If that wasn't enough (I knew early on in the relationship that I was not good enough for her) then so be it, but the petty name calling and childish accusations are beneath me. She also made me realize that I am not usually even friends with people who are like that. I would not even treat a dog the way that she treated me (no "StankDawg" pun intended). I was in love with someone who is capable of being so cold-hearted and suddenly I realize what a mistake I made. My friends told me not to even pursue this relationship due to the weird way that it began (I should have listened to you droops and Enigma, you were right) but I am actually a compassionate guy and thought that people deserve chances. I realize now that it was a mistake. I fell in love with someone that was great, but ended up getting dumped by someone that I don't even respect as a person. When you wait your whole life for that "good person" that you think is different and better than the rest, you realize that they are just as bad as the girls in the clubs. They all treat me like shit. I think the "good girl" is as big of a myth as unicorns. They just don't exist. women are cold-hearted and I fell for the good girl routine thinking she was different and wouldn't treat me poorly. I thought she was better than that. I was wrong.
So don't get me wrong, I am not saying that I am without fault. I make mistakes..lots of them. But in this case, I did not deserve to be treated the way that I was treated. I thank my friends and ultimately my mother for helping me to see that. My mother is a pretty strong, independent, wise woman even though she was also degraded as "just a housewife" as though that were all there was to her (and assuming that is what she has done her entire life which is not true)as though that were something to be ashamed of. Being a good mother is the greatest job that any woman could have and my mother has reason to be proud because she did a great job. Insulting me is one thing, but insulting my mother is unacceptable and something that only a certain caliber of person could do and I see that now. At least my mother is strong enough to take care of herself and raise 3 kids and not be a burden on society by being a leech on the system like many people that I know. I love my mother.
So what it comes down to is that I am happy with who I am. If she wasn't happy with me, then God bless her, but I think the truth is that she is not happy with herself. Let her find that Superman that she needs. But I am not any of the terrible things that she called me. I am happy with who I am, even with my faults. I am the guy who loaned his friends money to buy their first house. I am the guy who co-signed for his friends to adopt their first child. I am the guy who spends his own time and money to run this site for the past 10+ years. I am the guy who mentors young people. I am the guy who is willing to raise money for charity by shaving his head. I the guy who occasionally makes mistake and cusses far too much but all-in-all tries to make the world a better place.
I am StankDawg.
I am David Blake.
I am a good person.
I am happy with who I am.
I bought one of those expensive Dyson vacuum cleaners a few years ago and it worked pretty good...at first. Like every other vacuum, it started to lose power and go bad over time. I took a chance and spent like 400 bucks on it thinking it would last longer and work better than those cheap ones. After about 2 years, it got to the point where it was almost worthless. I cleaned the big middle canister and scrubbed it down frequently, but that didn't so much. I also took the bottom rollers apart and scrubbed them as well. Still, nothing. Today's task was to take it apart completely, which we hackers love to do, and see if I could fix it...make it stronger...build the 6 million dollar vacuum!!!! OK, maybe I just wanted fix my $400 dollar vacuum but that didn't sound dramatic enough to post.
I took it out to the driveway to work on it outside so I didn't make a mess. I took a couple of tools (brute force tools like pliers and a flathead screwdriver to pry stuff apart) and began methodically taking this thing apart. I went through the same process that I had been through before, cleaning and scrubbing each part as I removed it. I finally had the thing in pieces and thought that it wasn't really that dirty and there was nothing that I saw that should have stopped it from working better. There were no noticeable blockages in any of the hoses/tubes. Nothing was stuck or clogged anywhere. The tornado chamber thing (or whatever the patented term is) where all of the dirt is caught was now as clean as a whistle and I could not seem to get it apart any further to see if there was anything more on the inside to clean. So after sitting there thinking that I would never buy one of these things again I went ahead and started putting it back together to go give it one last try when I noticed a small sticker on the bottom of the main unit itself. The sticker said to clean the filter once every 6 months. I thought, yeah, well I clean it and it doesn't help. I started to put the central tornado unit thing back onto the base when I realized...wait a minute, these things don't have normal filters like other vacuum cleaners...do they?
I always thought that the center piece, which I cleaned many times, was the filter. I took this off and looked again at the base and noticed that the center of the frame was round where the plastic tornado thing clicks in and it looked like it might have something beneath it. I looked closer and could see another sticker that showed that the center piece, which looks continuous and like it should not come apart, actually flips up to get access to another section. Do you want to guess what was in the section?
I felt like a moron. I cannot believe that I never saw this before. I pried it open, careful not to break it, and sure enough, there is a small round filter maybe 8 inches in diameter and about an inch or two thick. It was COVERED in about an inch of pure crud. Dried crud, but crud none-the-less. It was clear that this was the reason that the thing had lost suction. I pulled it out, beat the big dirt off of it outside in the driveway and then brought it inside to clean in the sink. It turns out that this filter, like everything else on the Dyson, is strong and well designed. It is rubber on the sides and designed to be washed under the sink and squeezed to drain the water. After a minute or two of washing and letting it dry for another 30 minutes, I finally put the machine back together and sure and heck this thing was as good as new.
Now I consider myself to be a fairly smart guy, and I didn't notice this section until a final breakdown of the entire machine. I wonder how many other people out there have also run into this problem and returned units, or thrown them away and/or written bad reviews about them all because they couldn't find the filter either? I never even knew that a filter existed! I thought that was what made Dyson different but they are just like every other vacuum. They all need filters somewhere, and even when I bought it I knew that something was strange about a vacuum that didn't have a filter and now, 3 years later, I find that I was right. So I don't like the way that they make it sound like there is no filter involved, but even with that being said, it is still an awesome vacuum with good design and engineering.
So why am I writing about it here in a hacker blog? Because as hackers, we like to take stuff part, so it was actually a fun process. Sometimes we end up being unable to put them back together, but this one worked out for the best. Hackers are pretty good handymen (and women) and I don't know why so many people don't realize that. There is this old stereotype that we all sit on computers all day and are weak feeble invalids that don't go out in sunlight, but the truth is that we make great mechanics because we hack our cars. We make great handymen and engineers because we take stuff apart, improve it, and fix it. We make great survivalists because we like to be prepared for anything. Hackers are so misunderstood in what makes us tick. We just like to be challenged...and that applies to everything, not just technology.
So go out and take something apart! Especially after it is broken or dying. Try to fix it or even improve it and put it back together. If it was broken, you don't lose anything anyway. You might surprise yourself with what you can accomplish.
If I can’t cross the fucking red line?
I saw an advanced screening of "Hot Tub Time Machine" last night and it was pretty funny, albeit a bit predictable. I don't need to bother with spoilers since the title pretty much explains the premise and there isn't much else. There really isn't much to this movie as far as plot goes but the thing that was so good was simply the dialogue. I felt like I related to every character in the movie in some way. I was just like the asshole character in some ways, especially waiting for the "arm thing" to happen (OK, that is a spoiler so you have to watch it). I was also a lot like the geeky character for obviously reasons. But so much of the dialogue was just the same type of shit that we talk about at our BR407 meetings or with my other friends. It was just the same kind of debates and arguments over silly things. My favorite line in the movie was an argument over what had just happened and it went something like this:
Jacob: This is scientifically possible!
Nick: Tell us how it's scientifically possible, Professor Hawking.
Jacob: I will, 'cause I write Stargate fan fiction; this is my bread and butter, man!
Nick: Oh my God, I seriously almost passed out you're such a dork.
I lolled several times in this movie. If you get a chance, I recommend it. It probably won't get the best reviews since it wasn't original or anythign special, but if you just want to see a good laugh out loud movie, go see it.
I am finally getting around to posting about my holiday break and the end of my catastrophic 2009. Fittingly, 2009 started in the emergency room and it ended in the emergency room. I guess that is appropriate. Regardless of my 2009 health events both my family and I are perfectly healthy and looking forward to a good 2010.
One of the things I was most excited about was finally getting to see my new 4 month old niece for the first time. This is my sisters first child and while I may be a bit biased, she is a beautiful baby girl and you can't help but smile looking at her. Here she is wondering who is this wolf/dawg creature that is kissing her. It's the beard...chicks dig the beard.
Here we both are chilling on the couch both with our respective headgear.
I also didn't waste any time getting her starting on her hacking career by teaching her the basics of phone phreaking.
Both pictures were taken before the haircut so these were the last photos of a creature that might just belong on an episode of MonsterQuest. Due to the aforementioned emergency room visit, it put me behind on a lot of things including the haircut and the fund raiser (which I will wrap up this week, I promise). I *did* get the hair buzzed after I got back home and I did get it filmed to be released in a future episode of HackTV:PWNED. I also have a few photos that I took with the cameraphone that I will post in the Financiers section of the forum.
I went to visit my grandmother, whom I have spoken of before, but they put them to sleep in the nursing home very early after supper (it was only 5:30 PM) so she was already in bed when I arrived and I wasn't able to spend much time with her this trip which was disappointing (and entirely my fault for not staying an extra few days to see more of her). I regret not making more time for her.
In addition to spending time with my real family, I spent time with my hacking family as well. I got together with long time friends logosx, zer0db, and meaflux. We hung out and caught up on real life drama (thats what friends do) and talked tech and hax (thats what hackers do) and I missed hanging out with them every month at the BR561 meeting. Luckily I stay in touch with them all and pledge to stay even closer to them in 2010.
My rebirth is complete and I am ready for a fresh start on life. I will be posting some big news about my future sometime within the next month so stay tuned for a new direction not only for me personally, but also for the entire binrev family of sites.
I warn you that this post might be something that a lot of people can't handle. They may not want to know or care about such a strange story or they may think it is just too depressing. I found it inspirational.
The person that I am talking about is Shiloh Pepin who is probably better known as "the Mermaid girl". She is called this because she has a rare condition called Sirenomelia which causes her legs to be fused together. I am terrible at medical stuff and while that part is interesting to me, what I was more amazed at was this girls love of life and strength of character.
TLC is airing a documentary about the last 6 months of her life. Sadly, Shiloh passed away at the end of 2009.
Watching the troubles that this girl overcame on a daily basis and watching her do it with such strength and faith made me feel like a weak man. I even changed my signature in the forum to quote Shiloh, not out of sympathy, but out of respect for the wisdom of a 10 year old girl who was able to see the good side of life despite the bad things that had happened to her.
I got depressed and felt bad about myself over some crazy chick who dumped me without even so much as an apology and this girl has gone through more hardship in her life than I could even imagine. All of the things that I worry about like finances and relationships and other silly things are simply inconveniences. Money isn't important. Beauty isn't important. Power isn't important. Strength of character and integrity is what's important in life. After watching this girls life, I have a new conviction to be a stronger person.
Everyone reading this who whines about how hard their life is should take a good, long, hard look at themselves and where their life is going. You don't even know what it is like to truly struggle. I don't have a lot of sympathy for whiners who won't help themselves. I then get called an un-compassionate asshole for it. But can you look at this girl and still tell me that you have truly struggled in life? I can't and I am not afraid to admit that.
I made a small donation to her benefit fund to help build more handicap accessible playgrounds and I would encourage others, if they are able, to do the same. It is the least that I can do to thank you Shiloh.
A 10 year old girl showed me what real strength is all about.
Possible hosting changes in the future. What a fucking mess. I retired to get away from this shit!
I am scrambling to find hosting solutions again. I am 95% sure that I can find something but there is a small chance that this is the final nail in the coffin of binrev. BinRev is holding on to the edge of the cliff by its last fingers here people. None of you people help out. No one contributes. Its all up to me to hold it together and I don't care anymore if you all don't care. I treat it like an archive now more than anything.
SHOW ME THAT YOU CARE!!! How?
lurk moar and Post moar!
volunteer to help moderate the site(s).
record episodes of HPR.
Use the blogs and galleries that we provide.
link to us from your sites.
recruit others to come and join binrev.
create new project.
do research and write articles.
Just fucking HACK!!!! something! anything!
I will go through the work of moving hosts (I don't need hosting offers, I have that in-progress) but unless someone starts stepping up, we are going down for the last gasp. I served my time. 12 years of my life to this family of sites trying to make a difference in the hacking world and herd cats into cooperating and working together. It was a short-term success with great people like dual parallel, bland, decoder, enigma, droops, nick84, so many others and then it just fell off. It is a long-term failure. Where is the next generation to replace us old farts? I know you are smarter than me. Show us! I will finance it all as long as I can and as long and I see people caring. If you stop caring, so will I.
You provide the content now. My shift is over. I clocked out.
I awoke one morning to find this message in IRC at around 5 AM.
--> Peroxyde (Dylan@omghax-4CF3650B.home.cgocable.net) has joined #binrev
<Peroxyde> Huh, just as pathetic as I expected.
<Peroxyde> Kudos on ruining the community, StankDawg.
<-- Peroxyde has quit (Quit: SHAZAM)
This is the shit that I have to put up with... Is there no wonder why I want to quit?
NOTE: This post was originally made on the same date in 2005, not 2006.
While doing the editing for episode 2 of HackTV, I had some footage that didn't really fit in with the regular episodes of HackTV but it was too good to leave out! Instead of watching it rot on my hard drive, I put together a special episode called "PWNED" and you might be wondering why"
You see, I was fortunate enough to attend The Phreaknic 8 conference in Nashville Tennessee in October of 2004. While there I played a little prank on some of the guys in DDP (and one person who became "collateral damage") and that is exactly what this episode is about. It is about 8.5 minutes long and I didn't want to spend that much of the real HackTV episode on a prank, so I thought it was a great reason to make a special episode. It will also give you something to help pass the time until episode 2.
So you can find this episode, and all episodes of HackTV over at the official HackTV site. We hope you enjoy it and spread the word!
PS: Before you ask... Yes there is a new episode coming soon and no, I do not know when. I work on it on the weekends and when I get time. I try my best. Please be patient.
NOTE: This post was originally made on the same date in 2005, not 2006.
The wait for HackTV was a long one. We were learning a lot as we went along, making mistakes and then having to fix them. I think we are finally learning from those mistakes because the wait between episode 2 and episode 3 was much shorter.
This episode contains 4 segments and some more hilarious outtakes.
This episode contains a segment on geocaching, Bar Game Kiosk Hacking, Hacking Conference overview, and hacking laserlocks. There are also a few (more than one) little hidden surprises in there for you to look for. Thanks to Dr^ZigMan for his great work on this project!