A Small Gadgety Success

They're Serious About This

This is kind of neat.

I got one of these recently after looking for a drawing tablet that was both largeish and inexpensive, and what I got out of it is pretty cool.

On its own, you put a memory card in the side and a pad of paper on it, and it will keep track of whatever you write, saving digital images of your sketching in a file on the card. Plug it in to my laptop via USB, though, and it turns into a perfectly usable drawing tablet plus card reader.

Works in Ubuntu just fine, surprisingly, though you do have to do a format conversion on the saved files via a script, and calibrate the tablet properly. I’ve got to say though that the fact that it worked at all, much less far better than advertised, was quite a pleasant surprise. All I have left to do is figure out how to calibrate it, and then figure out how to make it recalibrate automatically when I switch to a two-monitor setup.

A Second Attempt At Retrocinema

So, the weather didn’t cooperate last week, and it doesn’t look great for this week. Apparently Toronto is where Vancouver people spend summer, or something. And in completely unrelated news, everything with the environment is fine.

But we’re going to make a second attempt anyway. Screw you, climate.

This Saturday night, weather permitting (and in all likelihood, we’ll just move the whole show inside again if that bit fails) we’ll be doing some more drive-in theater. But not a scifi theme this time, barring some outcry from a prospective audience. I’ve got more of an Early Hitchcock feeling about this one, but we’ll see what happens. The only guarantees are that it will be black and white and starting around eight thirty, and that popcorn will be provided.

As usual, or at least as usual as things get for something that’s happened once in a row, let me know if you’re coming!

Another Observation About Nothing And Nobody In Particular

To Whom It May Concern -

We have paid you, by my estimation well, for a 4-hour guaranteed-response SLA because we feel strongly that backups are an important part of a modern, professional computing environment in general and our critical infrastructure in particular, and that they should be performed routinely and with a very high degree of reliability.

We do not have a 4-hour SLA so that you have a three and a half hours to scrape some hobo off the pavement, hose him off and teach him the difference between a racked server and a used pizza box before throwing him into a cab.

Thank you for your attention in this matter,

-mhoye

Don’t Drink Poison

The Random Red Button

If you haven’t heard about Dan Kaspersky’s DNS cache poisoning vulnerability, well, now you have. And while Dan had embargoed that information pending a coordinated update by all the major vendors to resolve the problem, apparently the exploit is alive in the wild. So anybody who’s running a nameserver out there, you need to flush your caches and update your machines immediately. No joke, you need to do this right now. Windows, Linux, OSX, IOS, doesn’t matter. An update is available, and if it’s not you can forward to OpenDNS, but get it done.

You Can’t Have Too Much Buddha

I’ve filtered out a few more of my very-late-now Hong Kong photos, and dumped a set from my trip to Lantau Island on Flickr.

The trip to Lantau was great, starting with another reminder of how backwards Toronto’s public transit system is; the trip was fast, fast and simple, all public transit and a cable car ride, in clean, air-conditioned comfort.

Did you know that subways don’t necessarily have to be filthy, decaying cold-war relics that can’t slow to a stop without screaming like a gut-shot banshee? That public transit doesn’t have to smell like a wet dog? It doesn’t need to be like that, and it’s amazing what a difference it makes. This town needs an Octopus Card in the worst way.

The Wire

Big Buddha at Lantau is a cable car ride away from one end of the Hong Kong subway system, and while I claim no broad experience in the field it’s definitely the longest cable car ride I’ve ever been on, about half an hour, and the views are spectacular and occasionally a little bit terrifying. I hope you’re OK with wide-open spaces and heights, if you’re going to take this ride, because you’re going to get those two things in spades.

Liftoff

More Airport

It’s probably the best view of the immense Hong Kong International Airport that your casual tourist is likely to get, and gives you a sense of the immense scope of that project when you realize that’s all reclaimed land. Then the ride goes over a long series of hills and valleys, every one making you think that OK, that’s enough, this must be the last one before you cross the ridge and see the cars trailing away over the next hill again.

The Long Road

There’s a path that runs the length of the ride. You can follow it winding away beneath you, and if I ever go back to Lantau, I’m going to do that hike on foot.

Buddha And Sky

The approach to the Buddha his own bad self is impressive, and only gets more impressive the closer you get to it. He’s on his own little summit, surrounded by some very nicely-crafted statues of supplicants bringing various gifts, and when you’ve climbed the up to see him, he only gets more impressive. Oddly, the gates they have to keep the tourists in the right lineups all have swastikas on them; it was a traditional Buddhist symbol long before the Nazis got hold of it, of course, but still a little jarring to those of us raised on a steady diet of Allied-propaganda history classes.

A Floral Offering

The Gate

Behold!

Apparently that’s two hundred and fifty tons of Buddha right there.

The rest of the town around it is a little touristy. There’s a both a Shaolin monastery and a Starbucks within two hundred meters of it, which I’m sure is indicative of something or symbolic of something else, but that mostly just makes me a little sad. And there were no swastika-barriers in front of either of them, which also made me a little sad, but at least the mental image of Ninja Monk Nazis lining up to get their caffeine fix at Der Staarbuckener was amusing.

But it occurred to me that, way back before the tourists, the cable car ride and the Big Buddha, this must have been a beautiful, secluded place. Take away all that convenience and this is the absolute middle of nowhere, an isolated outpost hidden in the mountains on the uninhabited part of the island, a significant ordeal to even get to, much less actually live there.

But I suppose that modulo “all that convenience”, a lot of the world is like that.

Talk To The Hand

Moving Pictures, Reviewed

Those of you who didn’t RSVP, or who lost faith because of the weather, you plain old missed out. We moved the 10×8 screen inside (where it just-just fit, taking up the entire end of my first floor) and watched Them! and The Queen Of Outer Space on the biggest screen I’m ever likely to have in my house.

And it was great.

“Them!” has stood up surprisingly well for a fifties movie. You know what’s going on coming in, of course, but the acting and writing are surprisingly tight; they’re a little heavy-handed at times, but all the little chances to insult your intelligence that the movie passes up are such a breath of fresh air, surprising in a movie more than half a century old. One that jumped out at me was when the cops come across a recent giant-ant attack and try to piece together what’s just happened, the water on the stove is still steaming; one officer points at it, and the other nods, and that’s it. It occurred to me that if this were CSI, one officer would be forced to say “The kettle is still boiling”, and the other mechanically reply “whatever happened here, it happened recently, maybe in the last few minutes”.

Your giant-ants they’re not perfect. But considering the movie is fifty years old, the fact that you don’t see any strings pulling them around is convincing enough, and there’s a lot of unabashed 50’s-era social flavor in there, too. A solid classic-sf-viewing experience, for sure.

The Queen Of Outer Space, however, is different. As one of my guests said, Zsa Zsa Gabor has been in one good movie in her life, and this wasn’t it. It is, on the other hand, a beautiful train wreck of low-budget sets, lower-budget effects, cartoonishly-fifties-era gender relations and a generous quantity of early-Star-Trek-looking Space Cheesecake. The militant women of Venus, it turns out, wear some surprisingly impractical outfits and some astonishingly poor choices of performance footwear. Is it worth watching? Possibly not. Is it worth MST3King? Oh, definitely; this is, by any reasonable measure, a bad movie. But it’s wonderfully bad.

Stay tuned, citizens! I hope next week to do the same thing, possibly with a different theme. I’m of a Hitchcockian inclination at the moment, but who knows?

I Call My Discovery “The Procrastamatic”

If you were looking for a way to completely destroy any work you intended to get done this afternoon (weekend, month…) and spend it lost in wikipedia, I’ve got your starting point right here.

Fellow nerds, if you have anything important to do in the next few days, like “eating” or “communicating with loved ones”, do not click that link.

Filthy Lucre

I don’t know if you can discern the exact moment that the money in a city outstrips the brains, good taste and common sense, but I’m confident that once a “pet spa” becomes a viable business model, you’re there.

Michael Rennie Was Ill The Day The Earth Stood Still, But He Told Us Where We Stand

(On our feet!)

We have razed our garage to the ground and it was, as promised, glorious. Now for the time between now and when our contractor begins we have a concrete slab in the back yard, but it’s a wide open space, so I see no sense wasting it. From my gracious neighbors I have secured a 10×7 screen to put at the end of the slab, you see, and some speakers.

And on Saturday night at dusk, eight-thirty or so, I will be hosting a classic-science-fiction double-bill. All, provided there is room (and this is a bring-your-own-lawn-chair party) are welcome. We’ve tentatively settled on Them! and The Day The Earth Stood Still. Subject to change, should we find something even more awesome.

Flash Gordon is not expected to be there in silver underwear. The invisible man might, but how would we know? And nothing expected to go wrong for anyone. It is weather permitting, obviously.

Let me know if you’ll be here.

Cyber-Ominous! (updated)

I’m a sysadmin and my friends know I’m a sysadmin (even my mother will admit to it) and one of them sent me this story about a “disgruntled city computer engineer” who has somehow “commandeered San Francisco’s new multimillion-dollar computer network, altering it to deny access to top administrators even as he sits in jail on $5 million bail, authorities said Monday”.

It makes for a good movie-plot kind of read, a la Hackers or the quietly great Sneakers, for sure. Rogue hacker thwarts city officials! Network admins dumbfounded! Is he sticking it to the man, or is it (dun dun dunnnn…) cyberterror!?

But along with that was the question of how somebody could do something like that, and the answer is that as the story has been told, they can’t. There’s just no way. The story seems plausible enough if you’ve never worked as a sysadmin before and like the kids say these days, it’s a cracking good yarn. But if you have, every second paragraph in there jars your mind with the boggles.

None of it makes much sense at all. At the very least, it’s a triumph of storytelling over investigative journalism or factual reporting.

“Childs created a password that granted him exclusive access to the system, authorities said. He initially gave pass codes to police, but they didn’t work. When pressed, Childs refused to divulge the real code even when threatened with arrest, they said.”

The idea that you’d go to the person who tampered with a computer and ask them what to type in to fix it is lunacy. It’s like asking the person who just mugged you for cab fare home. That they would actually need some password (”code”, hah) from him doesn’t make any sense either; they presumably have physical access to the hardware, and that ultimately trumps anybody’s passwords. Did none of the other admins notice their permissions revoked, all of a sudden? And where are their backups?

“He was taken into custody Sunday. City officials said late Monday that they had made some headway into cracking his pass codes and regaining access to the system.”

“Cracking codes” sounds spy-thriller sexy, and there are some fantastic tools out there for that if I really need to know somebody’s password, but there’s also no reason it would ever come to that. You don’t need a password if you can put your hands on the box; it’s a fundamental fact of the field, and one of the main reasons that server rooms have locks on the doors.

“Officials also said they feared that although Childs is in jail, he may have enabled a third party to access the system by telephone or other electronic device and order the destruction of hundreds of thousands of sensitive documents.”

“Authorities have searched Childs’ home and car for a device that could be used in such an attack, but so far no such evidence has been found.”

This is just cartoon-bond-villainy nonsense. As though he’d have a box full of wires with a blinking LED and a big red button hidden in his basement. That’s just not how that works, and you can’t tell me they went to the home of somebody with a $100k sysadmin’s job and didn’t find a computer with an internet connection or a cellphone.

There might be a lot more going on here (blackmail, extensive administrative incompetence somebody is trying to cover up, some other related fraud possibly?) and there would have to be for the story to make any sense as it’s told. But I really shouldn’t have to be making stuff up to justify a story like this - the journalist should be figuring it out and telling me. That’s why journalists exist at all. But this one doesn’t seem aware of that or in anything beyond the story as entertainment, sadly, which is too bad. There are insights aplenty to be had here, into how computer systems and security work, that aren’t common knowledge but that the public at large could stand to know.

Maybe we’ll get a followup in a week telling us it ended with jailbreak, a car chase and an explosion of some kind.

Update: According to this article it’s all the networking gear that’s locked out, apparently Cisco routers and so forth. Which… makes even less sense?