The cat decided that this morning was a good morning to take up the habit of attacking my feet as they moved around under the blanket. At five, six, and six-thirty when I finally got up.
And proceeded to step on the cat.
Ahh, justice.
2007-12-26
2007-12-25
Food poisoning..
...I think it was the cheese. I'm not sure. I'm not sure I care, actually.
It's in my sinuses. Bleugh.
Next time, just shoot me. It'll be more pleasant for everyone involved...
It's in my sinuses. Bleugh.
Next time, just shoot me. It'll be more pleasant for everyone involved...
Oh, and, yes...
...Merry Christmas.
To balance the evil in the last post, I'd like to say that I spent part of my day at a shelter, organizing gifts, and food packages for the less fortunate. It's... rather disheartening to think that even with such an outpouring of support in the holidays, it's never really enough. Spent several hours walking between shelves of foodstuffs a few feet taller than I am. (Some of you who know me will at this point remark about how I'm rather short; too bad this is a public service announcement, fuck you very much :).
Might go back tomorrow. Might just stay in my apartment. Not really sure. The world is generally cold out there, and I still have wars to fight in here. In this, my digital world, for the analog is elsewhere.
I've called her The Analog. Referring to the lack of digitization in her physical being. However, I find a dual meaning for that statement. She is my analog, as well. We're so very alike, and yet so distinct. I really enjoy that fact - that we can speak the same language, and read the pages in each others books. I'm often overwhelmed that she's so much more sophisticated than I am, but she wears it so well.
I miss you, Lindsay; truly I feel that much more alone, knowing you're not around the corner.
To balance the evil in the last post, I'd like to say that I spent part of my day at a shelter, organizing gifts, and food packages for the less fortunate. It's... rather disheartening to think that even with such an outpouring of support in the holidays, it's never really enough. Spent several hours walking between shelves of foodstuffs a few feet taller than I am. (Some of you who know me will at this point remark about how I'm rather short; too bad this is a public service announcement, fuck you very much :).
Might go back tomorrow. Might just stay in my apartment. Not really sure. The world is generally cold out there, and I still have wars to fight in here. In this, my digital world, for the analog is elsewhere.
I've called her The Analog. Referring to the lack of digitization in her physical being. However, I find a dual meaning for that statement. She is my analog, as well. We're so very alike, and yet so distinct. I really enjoy that fact - that we can speak the same language, and read the pages in each others books. I'm often overwhelmed that she's so much more sophisticated than I am, but she wears it so well.
I miss you, Lindsay; truly I feel that much more alone, knowing you're not around the corner.
On being a rotten little twat...
So, I'm re-tooling my home network as a gift to myself for Christmas (I'm lame, I know this. It's okay.). There've been a ton of random people around, and the parking lot in my apartment complex is routinely packed. I'm thinking... people visiting for the holidays, right? Right... college students? Laptops? Hmm...
I have a few spare 2.4 GHz decently high-gain antennae around the apartment. Since the project is a strip-and-clip, let's have a little fun, shall we?
Important things to note:
- RoadRunner enters this premises, and terminates at a Linksys WRT54G with hacked firmware.
- The user-serviced network uses a 172.16.253.0 / 24 IP addressing scheme.
- All network backbone equipment uses a different addressing space to protect it from the users.
Part of this reorganization project was to migrate wireless connectivity away from the WRT54G and to a WAP55AG, providing 5.1GHz and 5.8GHz wireless coverage, as a compliment to the 2.4GHz space (is the 2.4 even necessary anymore? I could just go with 802.11A as the production - note to self, acquire 802.11N access point).
From a network security standpoint, I would have first removed the antennae from the new AP, plugged it into a dry-loop segment, configured the security on the device to match the production network, install it, and then allow it to broadcast.
I did not follow my standard security practices. Instead, I opted to add a pair of new, non-protected SSIDs to my production network for a short period of time. linksys-a and linksys-g. These SSIDs were properly gatewayed, and had a direct connection to the 'net. Any college student visiting Auntie Whomever on break would've been able to hit the AP, and hit the net. Good enough, right?
Right.
Within two hours, I had two machines show up in my DHCP clients table with YOUR-Zxxxxxx PC names. Why is this important? Best guess is that these machines are Hewlett-Packard or Compaq (yes, the Hewlett-Packard "Compaq") laptops. The default system name on their image provides the prefix "YOUR", because HP are a bunch of retards. One of these machines is running Windows XP Home, SP1 (??!!), and another is running Windows Vista Home Premium (>.<). The Vista box was a no go - locked down pretty well, actually. Except the blank Administrator password. I was able to get vitals on the machine, but not actually access the data onboard. Ah well. Guess Vista's UAC security model does have it's uses. There were a TON of unprotected services, tho, and a quick look at metasploit revealed that the box could've been tagged. Good thing for them I had another machine to poke with a stick?
The XP Home SP1 box tho, now has a few gigabytes of pornographic material - some of which involving animals - on it. On the desktop. With a batch file in the startup folder that should kick it off when 'Heidi' goes to restart. Oops. Part of HPs image also leaves the actual, honest-to-god 'Administrator' password blank. Blank. The password itself is not 'blank'. It's that the Administrator account has no password. How fucking stupid is that? (This system was also running Norton's SecurePC SystemGuard or whatever it's called.)
This whole network reogranization was driven by a project box which I'd stupidly plugged into the network in order to run WinderZUpdate (lolhax). Yeah, that thing - while having Norton SystemDrag installed - still had more malware than a loose freshman cheerleader. Thankfully, existing security measures prevented the machine from infecting others; one network monitor exists soley to manage the VLANs on production - if malicious activity is detected, it'll drop the port into a nonroutable segment. This explained why the machine all of a sudden disappeared in the middle of a backup. Fucking good-for-nothing Norton. I can't stand people who actually put stock in that bloated shit.
Morals of the story?
- Don't connect to a network that isn't yours. Period.
- Mind your fucking passwords.
- Don't try to protect your 'puter' with useless shitware like Norton.
I have a few spare 2.4 GHz decently high-gain antennae around the apartment. Since the project is a strip-and-clip, let's have a little fun, shall we?
Important things to note:
- RoadRunner enters this premises, and terminates at a Linksys WRT54G with hacked firmware.
- The user-serviced network uses a 172.16.253.0 / 24 IP addressing scheme.
- All network backbone equipment uses a different addressing space to protect it from the users.
Part of this reorganization project was to migrate wireless connectivity away from the WRT54G and to a WAP55AG, providing 5.1GHz and 5.8GHz wireless coverage, as a compliment to the 2.4GHz space (is the 2.4 even necessary anymore? I could just go with 802.11A as the production - note to self, acquire 802.11N access point).
From a network security standpoint, I would have first removed the antennae from the new AP, plugged it into a dry-loop segment, configured the security on the device to match the production network, install it, and then allow it to broadcast.
I did not follow my standard security practices. Instead, I opted to add a pair of new, non-protected SSIDs to my production network for a short period of time. linksys-a and linksys-g. These SSIDs were properly gatewayed, and had a direct connection to the 'net. Any college student visiting Auntie Whomever on break would've been able to hit the AP, and hit the net. Good enough, right?
Right.
Within two hours, I had two machines show up in my DHCP clients table with YOUR-Zxxxxxx PC names. Why is this important? Best guess is that these machines are Hewlett-Packard or Compaq (yes, the Hewlett-Packard "Compaq") laptops. The default system name on their image provides the prefix "YOUR", because HP are a bunch of retards. One of these machines is running Windows XP Home, SP1 (??!!), and another is running Windows Vista Home Premium (>.<). The Vista box was a no go - locked down pretty well, actually. Except the blank Administrator password. I was able to get vitals on the machine, but not actually access the data onboard. Ah well. Guess Vista's UAC security model does have it's uses. There were a TON of unprotected services, tho, and a quick look at metasploit revealed that the box could've been tagged. Good thing for them I had another machine to poke with a stick?
The XP Home SP1 box tho, now has a few gigabytes of pornographic material - some of which involving animals - on it. On the desktop. With a batch file in the startup folder that should kick it off when 'Heidi' goes to restart. Oops. Part of HPs image also leaves the actual, honest-to-god 'Administrator' password blank. Blank. The password itself is not 'blank'. It's that the Administrator account has no password. How fucking stupid is that? (This system was also running Norton's SecurePC SystemGuard or whatever it's called.)
This whole network reogranization was driven by a project box which I'd stupidly plugged into the network in order to run WinderZUpdate (lolhax). Yeah, that thing - while having Norton SystemDrag installed - still had more malware than a loose freshman cheerleader. Thankfully, existing security measures prevented the machine from infecting others; one network monitor exists soley to manage the VLANs on production - if malicious activity is detected, it'll drop the port into a nonroutable segment. This explained why the machine all of a sudden disappeared in the middle of a backup. Fucking good-for-nothing Norton. I can't stand people who actually put stock in that bloated shit.
Morals of the story?
- Don't connect to a network that isn't yours. Period.
- Mind your fucking passwords.
- Don't try to protect your 'puter' with useless shitware like Norton.
2007-12-24
On being called out...
There are some things that I can not yet say here.
On my skin, I can feel the sacrifices of angels. The bittersweet droplets that are her tears. I feel them, vividly, tonight, even though she's so far away. You know what it means.
This space intentionally left cold, and blank. An unspoken truth.
On my skin, I can feel the sacrifices of angels. The bittersweet droplets that are her tears. I feel them, vividly, tonight, even though she's so far away. You know what it means.
This space intentionally left cold, and blank. An unspoken truth.
2007-12-17
onVoid();
I came here with the intent that I might bear what portion of my heart that deserves to see the light of day... and I've found myself bereft of anything useful or worthwhile to commit to this barren wasteland that is the internet.
I've had moments of things I'd like to talk about. Serendipity. Warcraft. Bullshit. There's not enough flesh there to constitute a decent response - the mind will not wrap around a subject long enough.
The sweetest friend I could ever hope to have had a moment of her own in this same fashion not so long ago - she referred to this very practice as 'flinging spaghetti at the wall'. Except, when faced with that wall... I find my pasta cooker has been emptied. I'm not sure where my mind has gone, I hope it's somewhere fun.
"O Lord, thy sea is so great, and my boat so small."
I miss you, Lindsay.
I've had moments of things I'd like to talk about. Serendipity. Warcraft. Bullshit. There's not enough flesh there to constitute a decent response - the mind will not wrap around a subject long enough.
The sweetest friend I could ever hope to have had a moment of her own in this same fashion not so long ago - she referred to this very practice as 'flinging spaghetti at the wall'. Except, when faced with that wall... I find my pasta cooker has been emptied. I'm not sure where my mind has gone, I hope it's somewhere fun.
"O Lord, thy sea is so great, and my boat so small."
I miss you, Lindsay.
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