hirez: Humppa! (Humppa!)
So, this seems to be the line that's causing the beast to break:


... Which you either can't see because I can't work out how to post raw markup, or will note that is actually mangled HTML rather than the XML the application would be expecting.

It seems that when one requests the comment-export malarkey, you get the LJ homepage instead. Which I will guess is a lack of wossname on the Varnish front. This means that one will have to wait for the Nice People to mend their cache strategy a bit.

Probably.
hirez: More graf. Same place as the other one. (irradiated)
Bristolcon was lovely. I, er, wasn't. It quickly transpired that I was a walking enactment of that Lincolnism about keeping silent and being thought an idiot. So, um, Pontrilas.
hirez: (Challenger)
Dear ChryslerChevrolet

Piss off out of my nice country and go bankrupt as soon as you can manage, there's loves.

Your latest alleged advert lives somewhere beyond hateful. No-one wants SUVs. Not even the emotionally stunted bullies and apprentice sociopaths that's it's clearly pointed towards.

Or do I mean GM? I can't tell recent attempts at vehicles apart these days. God knows what I'm going to do when all the proper Saabs wear out.

Edit: So it turns out I do mean GM after all. Aptiva? Captiva? One of those.

Good job, really. I won't have to swap out the Challenger usericon for a Camaro.
hirez: (Cooper-Clarke)
The nice people at Foska sent me one of these this morning (Only ordered yesterday AM. Remarkable), and a very nice thing it is too.

So if anyone else is planning on swanning about Whitby similarly attired, please let me know so we may co-ordinate and thus avoid Fashion Disaster. (Although avoiding Fashion Disaster properly would involve avoiding Whitby entirely, but I'm talking context and relative values here.)
hirez: More graf. Same place as the other one. (peeved)
Hm. Phone convo w/Small Brother.

That could have gone better.
hirez: More graf. Same place as the other one. (safety chicken)
I was challenged to find five songs with the word 'bike' or 'bicycle' in the title by [livejournal.com profile] amanda_pink.

It's been rather hard, given that it was followed in my head by the phrase 'that I like'. This immediately discounted 'Bicycle race' by Queen. The only nice thing I can say about that record is that it's been a very long time since I last heard it.

Meanwhile Kraftwerk, inventors of all that is good about modern electronic pop music and the people who define the rock/cycling interface, have yet to release anything with those words in the title. Even though there are two fine singles (one a remix, admittedly) and a cracking album about Le Tour. Annoying doesn't come into it. Boards of Canada have a stab with 'Happy cycling' (on 'Music has the right...') but though it clatters along cheerfully enough, the title's wrong and there's nothing to be done.

However. The first name that popped into my head was 'Bike-ride to the moon' by the entirely splendid Dukes of Stratosfear. You can't go wrong with rustic English psychedelia, and at the distance of some twenty years from the source, XTC in funny hats make an endearing and cosy racket.

I guess it's redundant to point out that it was probably a homage to Tomorrow's 'My white bicycle', which is a genius slab of phasing, backwards guitar and happy fun with the stereo image. What more could you ask from a song influenced by Dutch anarchists?

Hanging around a bit more in the West Country, we find Ted Milton and the rest of Blurt giving it some skronk with the rocking 'The fish needs a bike'. Blurt were recently in receipt of a bit of a critical shoeing not far from here, which isn't entirely surprising given the, um, somewhat exacting nature of the music. I think they're bloody marvellous, mind, and have done since viewing them at Pittville Pump Rooms ably (and drunkenly) supported by a worryingly young Attila the Stockbroker. (Which [livejournal.com profile] uk_jon may or may not remember. I wonder if I've still got my Mustaphas badge?)

'Bike' on the other hand, appears to be pre-ElectroSkronk Autechre. It's positively restrained, sounding a lot like it should have been on 'The Man-Machine'. I first came across them via the 'Artificial Intelligence' LP, where they managed to sound a lot like Black Dog/B13, rather than people feeding astronomical data into a confused sequencer.

And then there's Pink Floyd. I approach with trepidation, given there's a good chance that I'll have a terrible psychotic fugue as I flash back to a grim evening of being forced to watch The Wall while (un)suitably medicated and run amok with a large hammer...

... Actually, I think I rather like the song. Especially the second half. Pitch a canteen of cutlery down the stairs, record, play backwards. Groovy daddio! It reminds me of early Severed Heads, in a wrong-end-of-the-telescope time travel sort of a way.


Elsewhere, it appears that there intro-quiz-thing was a bit harder than I thought. Answers real soon now.
hirez: More graf. Same place as the other one. (anxious)
Oh. Wow. I think I want to play at this.

I think it's pretty obvious to anyone with sense in their heads (A phrase I found in the description of some mythological Greek robot women, obviously) that one's moods are cyclical somehow. I don't want to dignify my 'cheerful' and 'mithering' states with terms from the, um, more clinical end of something like the DSM, so I shall call them 'more enthusiastic' and 'less enthusiastic', which brings to mind Reg Prescott, but there we are.

Anyway. The idea of wanting to play at pass-the-art-book is definitely something from the 'more enthusiastic' end of the cycle.

I'd also like to babble at length about work, since it's being A Rather Interesting Time, but I can't. Oh well. However, if you're trying to get FreeBSD to work well on a nc6220, cvsup to 6-latest.
hirez: (Bunny Eye)
However, first a word about brains.

I've been guzzling Omega 3+6+9 pills as an experiment for a number of months. I don't much care if it's just a placebo effect, but they've made a deal of difference to my powers of concentration and focus. However, the last couple of months have been a bit, well, 'meh', as the young people will have it. This appears to coincide with necking fish-based Omega pills, rather than the Linseed ones I was using before, and again since yesterday. I'm not sure what, if anything, it means. I'm probably just more awake because the weather's nice, but if I'm firing on all cylinders I'm not going to knock it.

Anyway. Generating good-quality passwords. Last night's brief bit of hackery demonstrated that there's no point trying to remember the administrator password on this Windows box, since it's quicker and easier to crack it directly from the hash-table. Assuming a dictionary-ish word with leetspeak number/character substitutions:

0:00:00:49 + Cracked Administrator
0:00:00:00 + Cracked test5:2
0:00:00:00 + Cracked test1:2
0:00:00:27 + Cracked test6:2
0:00:00:33 + Cracked Guest
0:00:00:44 + Cracked test2:2
0:00:03:04 + Cracked test4:2
0:00:13:53 + Cracked test5:1
0:00:26:09 + Cracked test1:1
0:00:26:35 + Cracked test3
0:00:41:23 + Cracked test6:1


Times are deltas, and the :1 :2 bits are an artifact of the rubbish way that Winders stores passwords. The point being that the Guest account had a p/w of 'fnord' which is both short and reasonably obvious, the Admin account has a p/w that's in the 'obvious password list'... And the others that took circa thirty minutes rather than thirty seconds were all non-dictionary but pronounceable.

I've been a fan of pronounceable passwords ever since I had to solve this problem the first time, when we were running the ISP nearly ten years ago. Somehow I found this Java password generator, and I've used it on and off ever since. The benefits are obvious. It's a lot easier to remember something which sounds like a real word.

A quick scan of the Winders password-generator 'market' seems to indicate that they're all over-featured and horrible, apart from the one based on the code mentioned above. Unfortunately, the UI is in some non-standard colour set which makes my eyes itch. Can you still hack that sort of thing with a resource editor? It also comes sans source, which makes me slightly uncomfortable. Were I an enterprising cracker, I'd build a password generator that 'phoned home' every so often. I'd probably also get it to disguise its phoning as DNS traffic, on the off-chance that our target was clued enough to be watching the firewall logs.

So that's the generation of suitably obscure passwords sorted. How about remembering which one goes where and making sure you don't use the Paypal one somewhere else by accident? Password safe appears to be the tool to use.

Lord knows what Mac users do. Nothing important enough to require remembering lots of passwords, it would seem.
Edit: They read the first two comments and look smug. Very fine indeed.

KDE's kwallet also appears to do the right thing. I have to admit that I've not yet had to use it properly.
hirez: More graf. Same place as the other one. (Eisensniper)
One of the odder things I did at big school (other than turn up regularly) was work at the school press. This was an ex-book cupboard (ex-cupboard, rather than store for things that had once been books and were now embarking on second careers as rocket salesmen or wing-loss adjusters) that ponged of printing ink, paraffin, cardstock and teenage boys and filled with things like Adana 8-5s, leads, woods, quoins, founts and compositing sticks.

The worst things to try and print are traditional wedding invitations. The scalloped cards with the gold bits on were well expensive, the cursive typefaces are a bastard to read upside-down and backwards and getting the platen pressure right so as to ensure even printing is a nightmare if you don't do it regularly. Which you don't, because... And people really get a strop on if they're invited to a 'receptron'.

Anyway. The two worst non-printing jobs were dissing old jobs (not in the 'Yo! Typeface! Etc! sense, but in the 'dismembering badly-cleaned type and trying to work out if that's an 8-point Times New Roman 0 or TNR italic O') and cleaning out the dregs-bin.

Letterpress printing gives a chap a terrible thirst, thus we swilled tea like Tony Benn on a building site in the middle of August. However, there was no sink, so the tea-leaves, rancid milk and remnants from mugs (and indeed careful hot-water swillings in the mugs to 'clean' them on a Monday) were deposited in a large ice-cream tub. When this became over-full, some poor sod would have to carefully lever it out of its nest of congealed mank and walk it round at arm's length to the lower forms changing-rooms where it could be disposed of.

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