Here is a good read that I found on the internet about SQL Injections.
HP has a nice tool available to scan your sites for such vulnerabilities.
Looking around, it was your average drab dorm room. It being an Ivy League school, perhaps I expected plush carpeting, diamond chandeliers, and my own personal butler; it was not the case. It seems that no matter what the school, and no matter how much money you throw away to get that lousy piece of paper, it never really changes…every school, no matter how different, is exactly the same.
The walls were gray, the ceilings white, with paper thin grey carpeting all around. The windows barely opened, perhaps a safety precaution to the inevitable drunken person that would attempt to lean out that window. The windows barely opened, but people still found ways to kill themselves that year by “mistakenly” falling out of their window from one of the top floors at Towers, or by stumbling over the railing on the roof of the frat house across the street. Arriving early in the morning on move-in day, I managed to snag the second largest room in the suite. The largest was occupied by Mike, our asian suite-mate who had a fetish for school books and microwaving chicken, since he moved in a week earlier due to his duties as campus IT. Ry and Bill got shafted even more, since their rooms were about the size of a county jail cell. The idea, as it was originally envisioned, was that the person with the largest room would switch mid-year with the person who had the smallest room. The people who had the other two rooms, likewise, would switch. In reality, this never occurred, and the end result was that most of our suite mini-parties would end up taking place in my room.
Tonight, however, four of us found ourselves in Bill’s room — the smallest room. This made sense at the time…somehow, although I could not begin to fathom what our train of thought was that night. I’m fairly certain that alcohol had something to do with it. I mean, hell, Firn was 2 cases in, and everyone else was having a good time as well. Tonight, Matt from next door wasn’t joining us; I don’t remember whether it was because he was recovering from his vodka+Mt. Dew (”Never again!”), or whether he was scared to repeat it.
“Grab the chair, Firn”, Bill egged on as I sat down on the bed next to Ryan. There really was no room in there at this point, so I figured that moving a chair would be a good idea…I said nothing. Bill points to me and says “you won’t drop it on his head”, to which Firn responded with a resounding “oh yea?”.
to be continued
At brunch today, Ry and I had a discussion about “the list” and how it has evolved over time.
To the uninformed, “the list” is a list of five people. These five people, as they appear on the list, have a “get out of jail free” card toward your significant other. You are free to have sex with anyone on “the list” without any repercussion from your S.O.. Your S.O., in the same fashion, can have a list of their own.
The list is usually composed of celebrities, or at least of people you are pretty sure you will never have the chance to have sex with anyway, but still….it’s fun.
Currently my list stands as:
* Christina Aguilera
* Adrianna Lima
* Mila Kunis
* Megan Fox
* Rachel Bilson
The list, as I said before, has evolved. Eight years ago, for example, Britney Spears would have been on that list, and Megan Fox wasn’t even legal. Updates to the list are permitted with one clause: If (by some god given right) you have actually had sex with anyone on that list, they are a permanent addition.
What is your list?
I turned to Ewald and said: “At least he will be the best wingman ever now”.
He turned to me with his typical half-smile half-scowl and retorted: “Yea, either that or he will be the biggest cock-block in the world”.
Imagine this scene: We are standing outside of a Christian Seminary surrounded by at least 200 priests and as many seminarians along with their families and friends. Surprisingly, with me and Ewald there, somehow the holy water was not boiling and the walls of the chapel did not erupt in spontaneous flame.
After high school not many people kept in touch, contrary to their “K.I.T. call me at xxx-xxx-xxxx” inscriptions in everyone’s yearbooks, but a few of us were here celebrating Spaz’s ordination into Deaconhood. I haven’t seen Lily in years, ever since graduation, but she had not really changed at all. Neither did Nicolo or Kelly. Granted it’s only been seven years, but it’s amazing to see how subtly everything changes. Conversation carries on just like it did those seven years ago, but somehow it is different. The subjects of conversation are similar, save for the substitution of “job” for “class”, and “engaged to” for “hooking up with”, but everyone seems more distant than before…more engulfed in the business and problems of their own life. Except for Ewald…he is always good for an off topic and completely uncouth comment, and we loved him for it.
“I swear to God, if Father [removed] comes over here and says something, I’m going to fucking punch him in the mouth.”
Good old E.
Just a half hour earlier, approximately half of our section could barely contain laughter due to Ewald’s off-color comments, and the rest claimed that they would go to hell just for being in his presence, but I just sat there trying not to look too visibly entertained during what is supposed to be a solemn and holy ceremony.
I think that particular Mass had everything possible:
* 200+ priests - check
* 200+ seminarians - check
* 600 parents and friends - check
* A priest drill sergeant - wait..what?
I whispered to Ewald and Gina, “I feel like I’m in a concentration camp, or the army or something with this dude”, as I pointed to the priest that was barking out orders on how we were to sit, how we were to line up for communion, and how we were to return to our pews. “Yes, drill sergeant!” I whispered to my friends as Father Captain Blood gave us the precise instructions we had grown to expect over the last five minutes.
* an alcoholic seminarian, dubbed Deacon Chug - che…ck?
With the plethora of priests, deacons and ministers vastly outnumbering the communion recipients, there was a substantial amount of leftover wine in the chalice of Deacon Chug. However, instead of either sharing it with the rest of the clergy, or calmly sipping the rest of it as to not waste it; this particular Deacon did something I had never thought I would witness during an Ordination Mass….or any Mass ever: He took the chalice to his mouth, threw his head back, and chugged the remining wine like a freshman at a college party.
“Chug Chug Chug”, Ewald said while barely keeping a straight face.
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“Chug Chug Chug!” we yelled at Firn as he took another can of beer from our fridge at Penn and put it to his lips. For a college freshman, Firn was a god among men when it came to the raw consumption of alcohol. Ryan, Bill and I simply watched in amazement, being freshmen ourselves at the time.
Firn was starting his second CASE of Coors Light and showed no signs of stopping…
(to be continued)
So, I took the plunge and installed Vista 64 on my new machine so that I could make use of all four gigs of RAM.
I had expected Vista 64 to be the OS of choice going forward, seeing as processors have been 64bit capable for quite a while now, but there is still a decent subset of applications that do not have any 64bit support.
1. Epson scanners - Sure, I rarely use my scanner, but is it THAT hard to write a driver that works in Vista 64….Hell, you made one for OSX Leopard and 32bit Vista, but not for Vista 64?
2. Cisco VPN Software - This one is a biggie. Cisco has the resources to push a 64 bit version of their VPN client out. To those that would recommend the AnyConnect software, stop right now; AnyConnect is a stripped down, barely functional excuse for a VPN client.
Beside that…I think it’s actually pretty cool, and have no real problems with it. I hope that the software developer world picks up the pace in developing 64bit Windows apps, though.
I thought I might share a couple interesting links for everyone:
Microsoft turns off MSN Music servers at end of summer - crowds rejoi….I mean…scream in agony
Polish people are good for something: Great article on memory algorithms for humans.
Philalawyer - a blog everyone should read. This dude’s writing is incredible
All I have to say is: oh hell yes!
Caps fans will be on a rampage now. Oh that tripping call was bullshit, oh that second goal should not have been allowed…
Well you know what: deal with it. Refs were letting it go for the longest time, and they let the FIRST blatant tripping call go…they pretty much had to call that second BLATANT trip to keep some order on the ice. You should have played a cleaner game, Capitals, instead of seeing how far you could push it.
Habs…here we come!
Today was the PA primary. Did you do your part? It doesn’t matter if your candidate won or not, but the fact that so many people went out to vote is monumentally important for our nation, which has been historically weak in voter turnout.
The only thing that worries me is that we probably won’t have the same kind of turnout in the general election, and that’s unfortunate.
Last night, I attended game 6 of the first round of the 2008 Stanley Cup Playoffs. I had high hopes that the Flyers would simply demolish the Capitals and advance to the next round.
Tim and I arrived a bit early since we had to pick up tickets from will-call, and made it to our seats (after getting our free t-shirts and noise sticks) with about ten minutes to spare.
The crowd was nuts. It was louder and more exciting in the Center than I have EVER seen it. The first period gave the crowd all the reason they needed to keep up the electric atmosphere as the Flyers scored twice.
Sadly…it was downhill from there. I don’t even want to talk about it as it may further enrage me. Game 7 is tonight….they better not fuck this up.
So, right now I am 20/20 in my left and 20/30 in my right.
I am going back for an enhancement on my right eye (yey for free enhancements) since they under corrected a bit.
But other than that…eyes feel pretty damed good. It’s great waking up in the morning and seeing everything. It’s great being able to wear normal sunglasses. It’s great that I’ll be able to go in the ocean and actually see where I am and find my way back to my towels.
