Everything I know is wrong. Again.
Aug. 2nd, 2005 01:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hirez(I have lived in sad ignorance of Humppa music thus far. If you're in the same pitiful boat, I suggest you hie thee to http://sunsite.dk/~mk/wth-radio-humppa.mp3 and listen along. The first cover is pretty obviously 'Ace of spades', the second could either be 'John Wayne is big leggy' or 'Jesus built my hotrod'.)
Anyway.
So, these hackers, right? Pasty-faced malodourous individuals with a monitor tan, blue anoraks and the personality of a typewriter, yes?
No.
"An OpenBSD developer is an organic system that can transfer beer into code. Especially Henning."
At some point over the weekend I bought a high-visibility jacket with an OpenBSD logo on the back. I was drunk.
Some other things went on. Kevin Warwick was soundly heckled (not by me. I was doing... Something else.) and hand to be rushed away from the site in a black Saab before an angry mob could subject him to a cybernetic implant of their own devising. I learned that Bluetooth is startlingly insecure and I want a Mysteron box in order to terrify BMW drivers. If it wasn't pissing it down from the sort of cloud systems usually seen in 'When tornados attack' (I blame Joe Meek) it was stupefyingly hot. I survived both, though one pair of combats are now shorts. There were one too many MFTL presentations, though they would sort-of solve the problems they were pointed at. A bit.
(I'm not doing this very well.)
Weather satellites appear to make the very odd noise usually associated with the Villainous Tech in Bond films. We're probably not going to run out of oil, it'll just get really expensive. I had the devil's own job with airport security and passport control. It was either the damp passport or the 'Whatthehack' tag that I'd not cut off.
(If you're listening along, those were covers of 'We will rock you' and 'Paranoid'. Intermingled with drunken ranting about why Cups and Samba are shite. And how to hunt down furries.)
I return to 'reality' with the sense that I should be doing a lot more of this sort of thing.
Anyway.
So, these hackers, right? Pasty-faced malodourous individuals with a monitor tan, blue anoraks and the personality of a typewriter, yes?
No.
"An OpenBSD developer is an organic system that can transfer beer into code. Especially Henning."
At some point over the weekend I bought a high-visibility jacket with an OpenBSD logo on the back. I was drunk.
Some other things went on. Kevin Warwick was soundly heckled (not by me. I was doing... Something else.) and hand to be rushed away from the site in a black Saab before an angry mob could subject him to a cybernetic implant of their own devising. I learned that Bluetooth is startlingly insecure and I want a Mysteron box in order to terrify BMW drivers. If it wasn't pissing it down from the sort of cloud systems usually seen in 'When tornados attack' (I blame Joe Meek) it was stupefyingly hot. I survived both, though one pair of combats are now shorts. There were one too many MFTL presentations, though they would sort-of solve the problems they were pointed at. A bit.
(I'm not doing this very well.)
Weather satellites appear to make the very odd noise usually associated with the Villainous Tech in Bond films. We're probably not going to run out of oil, it'll just get really expensive. I had the devil's own job with airport security and passport control. It was either the damp passport or the 'Whatthehack' tag that I'd not cut off.
(If you're listening along, those were covers of 'We will rock you' and 'Paranoid'. Intermingled with drunken ranting about why Cups and Samba are shite. And how to hunt down furries.)
I return to 'reality' with the sense that I should be doing a lot more of this sort of thing.
