I had a hug based decision crisis yesterday with this, and finally decided the above was the destination, but as I've always been one to share my travels have the big loud hug on its own to kick start the week. This is where it started.
I'm gonna bring a bunch of HELLO MY NAME IS stickers and marker pens to #emfcamp and put them in strategic locations. Please use them! :)
Every year I see a bunch of people wearing them having exciting and fun interactions because they recognised an online friend by their handle. It's awesome.
It also helps the neurodivergent and faceblind among us.
Hey there, I'm on vacation until the 13th, and probably won't be answering social media much until then.
If you have any questions for me, feel free to DM me and I'll give it best effort to answer the following Monday.
If you have #malware , #sandbox runs, proof of concept #Exploits , and/or want to see #Snort and/or #Suricata rules for said bad things, leave me a DM, @ me, or if you want things looked at more quickly, contact my co-workers through community.emergingthreats.net . I promise the forums get checked very frequently, and we respond to inquiries quite fast.
Until then, cheers! and feel free to leave some birthday wishes or shitposts for me to come back to.
Now a very important part of this puzzle, of answering "Who the hell is BMJ," is understanding that this machine doesn't crash.
If you open up your computer and pee on the RAM chips while it's running, it'll crash. Like, it'll give a blue screen of death or whatever, and it'll stop what it's doing and go Reboot Me. That's because it was PROGRAMMED to do that, crashing is a human invention, computers don't "naturally" crash. The processor just... keeps going.
And when the processor in my Baby Pacman hit a bump but Kept Going, it misinterpreted some instruction and went "Okay fine whatever" and, well, who knows what it did. It's truly impossible to say. There's no telling what kind of adventures it went on. But wherever it went, it was weird enough to give us BavemanJoe, who knows the secret way to score nine points on Baby Pacman
Baby Pacman is a 42-year-old cantankerous mess of hot moving parts combined with early 80's computer, a bizarre experiment of a pinball/videogame hybrid made by a pinball company that doesn't know how to make videogames and doesn't particularly want to learn, but who has enough money at this moment in history to fling mud at the wall and see what sticks.
It works by wiring together three completely different computers who hate each other. Their communication is utterly dysfunctional. When pacman eats a dot, the videogame computer tells the pinball computer that a ball just hit a slingshot, and that's how 100 points is scored. The computer that keeps track of the scores and credits has no idea that Pacman exists, the computer that plays Pacman doesn't know how many lives or points you have (lives are BALLS), and the computer plugged into the monitor retrieves the scores for display through wires that are intended to be connected to 7-segment gas-discharge displays.
None of these computers are capable of crashing. Crashing hadn't been invented yet. If the computer does something that the programmer didn't intend then there's nothing to tell the computer to stop, it just keeps on going until something sets on fire. The game is full of high-current components that can set on fire if the computer tells them to set on fire, and it will.
There were seven thousand of these things made and very few remain because they all broke down so hard that techs specializing in EITHER videogames OR pinball couldn't fix them, to keep one of these running you need a tech that specializes in videogames AND pinball AND bad decisions.
So if I'm to route this game - in a pub, mark you, not in a place where there'll be a tech waiting in the back ready to have a good cry - then y'all are gonna have to up your fedi meta game, sincerely, it's gonna have to be against the backdrop of the most rancid ridiculous shit that's ever hit these cursed webbed sites, I hear quote-retweets are coming maybe y'all can do something with that
Exactly 3 billion devices run Java. Every time you install Java on your computer some old DVR or something explodes to maintain the balance
Steve:
frequent overthinker, compulsive fixer, digester-then-explainer, "why?" question relishing father, minor-irritant partner, excessive disassembler, original-form hacker, high-efficiency googler, borderline-competent car-fixer, expert-level car-breaker, faster-by-qwerty communicator, indiscriminate photo-taker, Leatherman owner.