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Got my VCP5!

10.04 has a bug in Net-SNMP that’s over two years old! SNMP doesn’t return any info under hrSWRunPath, aside from /sbin/init

This is ridiculous. Absolutely unacceptable. Fix it.

For reference: http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/badgers

i = 1
strOut = ""

while i > -1  :
    if i == 12 :
        strOut = "Mushroom"
        i = i + 1

    elif i == 13 :
        strOut = "Mushroom"
        i = i + 1

    elif (i == 27) :
        strOut = "A big ol' snake - snake a snake oh it's a snake";
        i = 0

    else :
        strOut = "Badger"
        i = i + 1

    print strOut

Well, in honor of IPv6 day, I decided to spurn people along. I created an IPv6 validation badge of my own, and a few other things to prod people to get their providers to switch.

I’ve also updated http://ipv6.chronophage.net with a new look. It also shows you a video that warns you of the real and present dangers of not switching to IPv6, or celebrates your IPv6 achievement with an INTERNET classic

Making the pages was fun, especially using php to spit out the various dynamic graphics. In one spot I use a validator lifted from here On the main page i simply have this SetEnvIfNoCase REMOTE_ADDR "^[0-9a-f:]+$" IPV6_USER=1 in my apache config, and check for that variable in my shtml index. I use a php filter elsewhere. This is to test various ways of IPv6 validation. If you see an error, please comment.

Making dynamic graphics was straight out of the php documentation. That language has a function for everything!

No one will accuse me of being a website designer, I hope it’s ugly enough for you.

Anyways, have fun! Happy (pending) IPv6 day!

Hi,

I’ve always appreciated how open and receptive you’ve been with the electorate in your district.

(continue reading…)

My rhetoric isn’t great, but it’s Monday.

To Whom it May Concern,

My father was a chemist, with several patents issued on the behalf of a large company. He used to talk about the patent process; how rigorous it was, how important to protecting innovation, and how fair it was. Unfortunately, this process, a cornerstone of encouraging American ingenuity, has been subverted by powerful companies to stifle innovation and competition.

(continue reading…)

“Do not touch the cross. Do not approach the altar. You sacrifice to Him nothing but chickens – no geese or foreskin. No idols or veneration with His chickens. Use the pyre, no exceptions. If He attempts to impart anything to you via burning bush, do not accept it. Do you understand me?”

First principles, Clarice. Simplicity. Read Marcus Aurelius. Of each particular thing ask: what is it in itself? What is its nature? What does he do, this man you seek?

He becomes Christian…

No. That is incidental. What is the first and principal thing he does? What needs does he serve by becoming christian?

Anger, um, social acceptance, and, huh, sexual frustrations, sir…
No! He covets. That is his nature. And how do we begin to covet, Clarice? Do we seek out things to covet? Make an effort to answer now.

No. We just…

No. We begin by coveting what we see every day. Don’t you feel eyes moving over your body, Clarice? And don’t your eyes seek out the things you want?

—
—

Is this Lecter’s handwriting? “Clarice, doesn’t this random scattering of biblical quotes seem desperately random – like the elaborations of a bad liar? Ta, Hannibal Lecter.”

“Desperately random.” What does he mean?

Not random at all, maybe. Like there’s some pattern here…?

But there is no pattern or the parishioners would’ve nailed it. They’re even found in random order.

Random because of the one verse. The one he shouted out.

Oh, 3:16, from… John. First sacrament taken, third quote found. Why?

‘Cause he didn’t drift. He shouted it out.

What did Lecter say about…?First principles”?

Simplicity…

What does this guy do, he “covets”. How do we first start to covet?

“We covet what we see -”

every day.”

Hot damn, Clarice.

He knew Him.”

—
—

“Believe me, you don’t want Jesus Christ inside your head.

Three Lunches for the executive offices in the sky
Seven for middle management stuck on the phone
Nine for salesmen, doomed to lie
One for the CEO who eats alone
In the land of Mordor where the Gyros lie
One lunch to feed them all, One to then unwind them
One lunch to make their bowels crawl, and on the toilet bind them
In the land of Mordor where the Gyros lie.

‘Twas another day on The ‘Net
The Surfers wasted time as the traffic flowed
Naked people camped out on chat roulette
And the uplinks had a nominal load.

“Beware the Calls of March have begun
The customers who whine, the consultants who lie…
Beware the shoddy DSL lines and shun
the exhausting Minnesota good-bye”

So he took his trusty tone tool in hand
Long time the proper punchdown he sought
And rested he reading the wiring tree,
and stood a while in thought

And while in uffish thought he stood
The router null routed on the uplink port
For the routing table was not understood
And they all called tech support

One two one two and through and through
The young lad optimized the ACLs
He simultaneously enacted a code review
within half a dozen shells

Hast thou reinitiated the dead throughput?
Take a ten minute break and drink some ‘Dew!
Hopefully there’s no more glitches afoot!
And the proper traffic will pass through.

‘Twas another day on The ‘Net
The Surfers wasted time as the traffic flowed
Naked people camped out on chat roulette
And the uplinks had a nominal load.

“The original title of this book was ‘Jimmy James, Capitalist Lion Tamer’ but I see now that it’s… ‘Jimmy James, Macho Business Donkey Wrestler’… you know what it is… I had the book translated in to Japanese then back in again into English. Macho Business Donkey Wrestler… well there you go… it’s got kind of a ring to it don’t it? Anyway, I wanted to read from chapter three… which is the story of my first rise to financial prominence… I had a small house of brokerage on Wall Street… many days no business come to my hut… my hut… but Jimmy has fear? A thousand times no. I never doubted myself for a minute for I knew that my monkey strong bowels were girded with strength like the loins of a dragon ribboned with fat and the opulence of buffalo… dung. …Glorious sunset of my heart was fading. Soon the super karate monkey death car would park in my space. But Jimmy has fancy plans… and pants to match. The monkey clown horrible karate round and yummy like cute small baby chick would beat the donkey.”