Looky lou

If you are a ‘Game of Thrones’ fan, here’s one of Hitler learning about the season enders.  Spoiler alert if you haven’t seen the last episodes.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1kLSYTHQbm4

And then, there is this compelling Animals Being Dicks site.   You can go through all of them randomly on the site or just check out a few from here.

http://animalsbeingdicks.com/post/6466159828/show-off-horse

http://animalsbeingdicks.com/post/6455359139/cat-slap

http://animalsbeingdicks.com/post/6752745788/double-whammy

http://animalsbeingdicks.com/post/6624376691/and-stay-down

http://animalsbeingdicks.com/post/6824333116/he-mustve-tripped

http://animalsbeingdicks.com/post/6441634070/condescending-llama
This one’s for you, KSH

 

The next bad thing

Researchers Turn USB Cable Into Attack Tool
CNet (01/19/11) Elinor Mills

George Mason University researchers will demonstrate a computer device attack using a USB cable at the Black Hat DC conference. Professor Angelos Stavrou and student Zhaohui Wang have written software that changes the functionality of the USB driver, enabling keyboard and mouse functionality to be added to the connection.

The exploit of the USB protocol, which can be used to connect any device to a computing platform without authentication, allows the attacker to start typing commands, click the mouse to steal files, and download malware. Although Macintosh and Windows machines will produce a pop-up message saying a new human interface device has been detected, there is no easily recognizable way to stop the process. Stavrou describes the compromise as viral.

“Say your computer at home is compromised and you compromise your Android phone by connecting them,” he says. “Then, whenever you connect the smartphone to another laptop or computing device I can take over that computer also, and then compromise other computers off that Android.”

The original compromise can result from downloading the exploit from the Web or running a compromised app, and antivirus software would not be able to determine whether the exploit’s activities are controlled or sanctioned by the user.

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And then we have quotes from Stonewall Jackson 1824 – 1863(via Van at Quotes of the Day):

The time for war has not yet come, but it will come, and that soon; and when it does come, my advice is to draw the sword and throw away the scabbard.

I like liquor — its taste and its effects — and that is just the reason why I never drink it.
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I like these two quotes as they illustrate an inability and perhaps even inadvisability to be moderate.  I have that problem.  It’s somewhat easier now that I’m a little older and my passions are flagging, but my general tendency is still all or nothing. [This is not to say I don’t do half-assed things all the time (cuz I do!) but they are normally more day-to-day routine things that I want to do in a hurry, like … pound a big nail into the wall because I don’t want to go dig through crap in the garage looking for the correct size.]

I think, as an adult, that I should be getting better at being moderate than I am.  Diets?  Eat everything or eat nothing.  That’s where I am.  I know better and it doesn’t seem to help a bit.  Drinking?  Binge or go dry, I’m good either way.  Fighting?  Don’t get in a serious fight with me because I will hold a grudge forever and you will ALWAYS fall asleep before I do.  And I have a bat under the bed.  Exercise?  Do it til my muscles bleed or lay on the couch all day.  And that  may the worst thing, healthwise.  I wish I had a little insight into why I’m like this.  Sometimes I think it’s some sort of shallowly buried death wish.

Here’s a possible current example [or it’s some other type of unexamined psycho-ness]:  I had major surgery 5 days ago … and moved heavy furniture Thursday night and Friday morning because I suddenly felt that things were in the wrong place and MUST be moved right now.  I normally don’t move furniture except when I change residences but it was suddenly making me crazy last night.    Poor Bob, he’s all NO YOU CAN’T DO THIS I WON’T HELP YOU.  TAKE IT EASY DAMMIT and so of course I’m doing it myself because he won’t help and then he HAS to help because it’s not in him to watch me do something like that and not help.   I guess if I feel like moving furniture I must be okay, anyway.  If I was still knocked down that  hard from the surgery I’d have no desire to move it, right?  Or maybe it was the drugs.

The room looks a lot better now, though.  Way worth it.

S’up

For those of you playing along, here’s the score:

A young couple from a nearby town have put an offer in on our house.  We accepted.  It’s low, low, low, but we think the market is going to get worse before it gets better and it would be nice to sell this place while we still have some equity in it.  It was the only valid offer we’ve had in 6 months.  These kids are getting a GREAT deal.  Bob has taken exceptional care of the whole place for years.   And the peaches and nectarines will be ripe in a couple of weeks.   I hope they raise healthy, happy kids here.  It would be hard not to – this place is beautiful and safe and secure and snug.  But it’s in Bumfuck, Egypt.

Just in case the young couple’s loan doesn’t fall through, we’ve put an offer in on a cute little place in Sacramento, or, rather, one of the little burbs right outside it.  If this happens, I will have at most a 25 minute drive to work if the traffic is heavy.   The current commute is an hour one way IF there’s no traffic.  Two and a half hours was my record for a painful commute.   I will not miss that.  At all.

This has been a long 6 months, folks.  Having the threat of showing the house at any given moment meant it needed to be picked up, cleaned up, always tidy all the time.  Toilets and sinks sparkling.   I HATE having to constantly be this clean, and now I’m afraid it may have become a habit.  Feh.  We’re not showing it anymore and I’m still putting things away.  Life changing, I tell  ya.

I’m sure it’s a good thing, but being really messy is one of the basic components of my personality.  My parents called me Mess for years.   I don’t think they meant anything too bad by it, but I’d get going on some project for hours and then something else would get my attention and I’d drop everything and they’d come into the room and freak out over the gigantic mess I’d left in my wake.  Never, ever figured out how to clean up after myself adequately.   Until now.  Whew.  Old dog, new trick.

Random Sightings

Odd thing to see on the road on the way to work:

Helicopter on I-5

Click the pic for a bigger view —

I wonder if it drives the people behind me crazy when I start snapping pictures? I don’t stop or anything. 🙂

And also for your viewing pleasure, a nice shot of the fog on one of my morning commutes last week.
fog