#!/usr/bin/perl
#
# $Id: youtube 888 2010-05-11 06:57:45Z ajft $
# $Date: 2010-05-11 16:57:45 +1000 (Tue, 11 May 2010) $
#
my $x = "abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyzABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTYVWXYZ0123456789";
my $url = "http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=";
my $i;
for ($i=0;$i<12;$i++) {
$url .= substr($x, rand(62), 1);
}
print "$url\n";
Aargh. My #NetGear #STORA #NAS hijacks ssh! All I want is a nice simple box of disk, instead NetGear have decided that the stupid thing has to do some #UPNP magic so that whenever it is switched on it reconfigures the ADSL router so that ssh connections coming in from outside go to the NAS instead of my linux box and the only way I can find to get it back how I want is to power off the NAS and power cycle the router. Of course NetGear haven’t told me any accounts or passwords on the NAS so you can’t login to it, even nmap tells me that port 22 isn’t open, but it seems they’re determined to bugger up your home network just because they can.
Day two of #password change week! First #linkedin now #lastfm have had some or all of their password databases accessed in #security incidents.
http://www.last.fm/passwordsecurity
#linkedin didn’t bother me much, all I seem to get out of it is endless #jobspam mail.
#lastfm credentials are in too many plugins and other places, places that really should use #oauth but which don’t.
I came, I saw, I conkered…
This is a conker, or horse chestnut, from the horse chestnut tree. In the United Kingdom children use them for conker wars, and during the world wars they were used as a source of starch. Young conkers, however, contain alkaloid saponins and glucosides, which are moderately poisonous.
Precocia Feeds
Is this a plastic fork which I see before me?
Is this a pink knife with its handle toward my hand.
Is this madness?
Woulds’t thou send me to battle the demons
of under-cot or cupboard with weapons of wood?
Yet, you expect me to lay seige
to a vegetable from the devil’s garden, broccholi
with these?
Hah!
They don’t even make a satisfying clatter on the floor.
What of this food, this ‘delight’ before me.
For goodness’ sake, it is a sorry sight.
Late of the weird sisters’ cauldron,
now of the floor.
Ah! There is at least some satisfaction
in knowing those thuds are the foul weeds last.
“Now … Give me meat!
Give me boar! And steel
that I may deal with my meal.
And a tankard of ale … the red ale,
you know, the one that tickles my nose … “
Is this a pink knife with its handle toward my hand.
Is this madness?
Woulds’t thou send me to battle the demons
of under-cot or cupboard with weapons of wood?
Yet, you expect me to lay seige
to a vegetable from the devil’s garden, broccholi
with these?
Hah!
They don’t even make a satisfying clatter on the floor.
What of this food, this ‘delight’ before me.
For goodness’ sake, it is a sorry sight.
Late of the weird sisters’ cauldron,
now of the floor.
Ah! There is at least some satisfaction
in knowing those thuds are the foul weeds last.
“Now … Give me meat!
Give me boar! And steel
that I may deal with my meal.
And a tankard of ale … the red ale,
you know, the one that tickles my nose … “
