Some Thoughts On The Stuxnet Worm

This, in blinding 20/20 hindsight is the next step of malware, not as a destructive nuisance or financial gain spammer, but as a designed weapon. The only reassuring (HA!) thing about it, is that apparently it takes a nation state to achieve such a thing, according to the article I read.  How BIG of a nation state? Could a large multinational company be capable of having the personnel, knowledge and money to do the same thing to a rival's software?

This is A. The first KNOWN instance. Perhaps we should be reviewing records?

B. It's awfully wasteful not to use it again, because they have infiltrated many industrial systems using the same software, (apparently unintentionally).  I'm sure they (who so ever this mysterious nation state is) have other enemies.

C. How much of an effort is it to crack another software program? Considering this system was NOT connected to the net, but was infected by datastik, which is how it spread outside the intended target (which is how we came to know of it)! It wasn't necessarily cracking the software that was the problem for these guys, but the delivery of the worm

We will being seeing more of this, I'm sure.

Solutions, bad solutions. . .completely proprietary software designed for each company. This would be VERY expensive, and I'm not even sure it would work. It would have to have no net connection and be completely controlled as to access. IT would and maybe will come to look very different, also became very boated. Also, good chance of working for same company for entire career will come back. Japan going to have an advantage. They already have components of this kind of social system in their society.

I think open archatech is going to take a dump. Maybe a two layered system? First layer, open, connected to the net, second layer, internal, closed and perhaps hand entered information only? In other words a drawbridge between the open and closed, that can filter out malware. I don't think this will work. And, I don't know enough about this subject to even speculate on it in any reasonable way.

Joined Dedicated To Daniel

This is a wonderful site. It has been up for five years. It has pictures (many that I have never seen anywhere else), a collection of articles from various sources, and a forum. The forum is very important, because they cover just about anything you could think of about Daniel Craig, from the jewelry he wears, to his smallest TV role! I have been reading their posts for four days now, and I'm not even close to being half way done with their material!

Also they have posted stuff to various sites, some of which are no longer working links. But some of them still work and because of that, I got to watch Daniel Craig in The Visitor, which was wonderful. He plays a psycho who was going to do a home invasion robbery, but because he's carrying a suitcase (which he obtained by assault), they think he's the visitor they have been expecting. So he moves in and works at ingrating himself with them while at the same time working to destroy their lives. Because for him, it's fun! Psychopath! Or maybe sociopath.

I take back what I have thought about Daniel Craig not flowering as an actor until he took his American roles. Because this is an earlier one, and he is just great in it. And, oh ya, there's a sex scene!!!

I have been trying for over a year to join, but couldn't figure out how to. Their registration button is disabled because of scammers. Finally I spotted the e-mail address for requesting to join and sent the Web Mistress a e-mail. Got a reply almost immediately and joined!

It's nice to know I'm not the only crazy person out here!

Had My Doctor Appointment At the Communtity Clinic

I saw the nurse practitioner again. She is very nice and VERY consciences. It did take a long time but that was because of my mistake. You see, they have a very strange sign in sheet. Basically it's a row of stickers (pink), that they rip off and do what ever they do with them when you sign in on it (one strip per signature) . I did not know this. My sign in sheet had been completely stripped already. I thought it was like a transfer process onto the lower sheet, so I signed (with no ink showing, idiot me) on the waxed paper part. After an hour or so, when they started processing people who came in after me, I went up to the desk and asked. I still had to sign in, and got paperwork (same stuff as before, apparently they didn't realize I had been there before), and filled it out. After about another hour, and some questioning of what I was there for, I was shown into a room. Waited another hour for sure. The NP came in, ID ed me as having been there before, and asked them for my previous paperwork. FYI, always take all meds to appointment, didn't know that. We talked a bit about what I was there for, effects of meds, hot flashes, and then she left me so I could get into the gown. She preformed a very, very through exam of my breasts, and then gave me a pap smear. AND then, augh, a kit for collecting stool samples. If there's any blood, colonscopy. . . . The nurse explained how to collect the sample. She said from the top, the part that wasn't wet. . .I didn't ask her what she meant. Noooo, don't want to know. The only part I understood was no chunks!

So, I am getting a mammogram from the hospital (waiting for appointment), and I don't have to pay for anything. There are different insurance programs that are taking care of it.

However I still want to find out why happened to me Christmas night and why my chest keeps on hurting.

******

The city has decided it's response to the shooting shall be the enforcing of a curfew for the underage people. Wait! Isn't this the curfew they had when I was in high school? What the hell? Haven't they been enforcing it ALL along? Hummm, a thought here. If they HAD, then maybe my city wouldn't have such a bad gang problem? Jeez!

****

Had a nice long talk with cousin on Face book. This last weekend was the weekend that they moved the partner and Harrison up to his Mom's so the partner can start at university. However he didn't talk about that, and I didn't press him too. I'm thinking that he's rightfully depressed about it.

We did talk about tattoos and it turns out he wants one, but can't get one. He had a heart valve operation about the age of 12, and that will always prevent him from getting one, due to the risk of infection.

Turns out Sonja (partner) has a dolphin on her shoulder/back!

More Info On Shooting

Turns out the family that lived in that house had moved out two days before. The party organizers were gang members. They were charging $5 a head for entrance to the house. The shooter was from a rival gang.

Too bad the neighbors didn't know the family had moved out and called the police when the party started. Then maybe that 14 year old would still be alive.

Of course I'm rather freaked out that there's gang activity in my neighborhood. Why this comes as a surprise to me, I do not know! I hear gunshots on a fairly regular basics. The ghetto bird keeps me up at night. There is graffiti everywhere. I live in a sea of unkempt lawns. There are people going through MY backyard, but I'm surprised that there's gang activity here? Head buried in sand time. . .

Last Night There Was A Shooting

On the next street down. I had just gone to bed. It was just a little after one a.m. Suddenly I heard a gun being fired. I thought it was one gun being fired, with little minute pauses, as if the shooter was shifting aim. I thought it was around ten shots. Afterwards I could hear some people briefly shouting and talking. Then about ten minutes after that, I heard sirens and the ghetto bird started flying over head. I thought the gunfire was at the park (about a block from where I live). I was wrong. The ghetto bird was circling RIGHT over head and shining it's light in MY backyard. Goosie kept bouncing from the bed to the window. Still, I just thought it was the "normal" bit of shooting off one's gun that had happened. There was more sirens and it all took about an hour to go away or at least subside to the point where I could go to sleep.

This morning when I went to work and drove out of the cue-de-sac, I realized that street was cordoned off with yellow tape and there was a news van parked on it. At this point I realized that what ever had happened was rather bad and someone must have died. Took me forever to find out what had happened.

It turns out there was a party on the next street, that was very well attended. Three guys arrived and one of them started shooting. Other people shot back. A fourteen year old girl died on scene. Six others were taken to the hospital.

I'm sorry she's dead.

I hope they catch the guy.

Got most of the Broken Electronic Stuff OUT!

Got what was stored by the side of the house, (two VCRs, the fried microwave, still reeking of brunt, charred marks on the back vent(!), boomboxes, etc), and BF's stuff out of her bedroom and off to the dump it went!  I still have some stuff, the broken oil filled heater, a little heater, florcensent bulbs, batteries, stuff like that. But I filled my trunk up with the stuff that I took. So two weekends from now, I'm going back.

I didn't have any wait at all at the hazardous waste center, I was the only one in line! Took me less then ten minutes, most of which I was filling out the form. I didn't even have to get out of the car. The man opened my trunk and took everything out, commenting "Lots of units, eh?", while I shrunk into the seat. . .

Then I went and got my oil changed.

I have my laundry in the washer. And I still have to apply for a job. For me, this is a productive day.

The newspaper says that the weather will cool tomorrow. Man, I sure hope so. It's over 100 F today. I'm broiling.  Not washing dishes until it's cooler.

Mr Traffic Has Passed Away

There was a phone message on my phone today when I got around to looking at it. It was from Mr Traffic's brother. He said that Mr. Traffic had passed away around a month ago in Florida. I presume that he went down there to be with his sister and brother in law.

I have been thinking of him for a while now, wondering whether he was alive or not.Well, now I guess I know why. I'm sorry my friend that we parted under such bad circumstances. I wished you had never shown me that picture.

I still have his novel on CD, what am I to do with it?