The Jurors for the said Commonwealth, on their oath present that Lizzie Andrew Borden of Fall River in the County of Bristol, at Fall River in the County of Bristol, on the fourth day of August in the year eigtheen hundred and ninety-two, in and upon one Andrew Jackson Borden, feloniously, wilfully and of her malice aforethought, an assault did make, and with a certain weapon, to wit, a sharp cutting instrument, the name and a more particular description of which is to the Jurors unknown, him, the said Andrew Jackson Borden feloniously, wilfully and of her malice aforethought did strike, cut, beat and bruise, in and upon the head of him, the said Andrew Jackson Borden, giving to him, the said Andrew Jackson Borden, by the said striking, cutting, beating and bruising, in and upon the head of him, the said Andrew Jackson Borden, divers, to wit, ten mortal wounds, of which said mortal wounds the said Andrew Jackson Borden then and there instantly died.
What seems to be the problem ?
Doc, I was... I mean I sat down to... you understand, I...
Yes ?
I took a shit.
Good.
But wait, because the thing is, I took such a shit it gave me goosebumps. On both legs, and I think on my sides too though I'm not sure.
And what seems to be the trouble ?
I'm very concerned now, you see, because I don't really trust my sense of pain, so what if I accidentally lost something that I needed in there ? So I'd like you to give me you know, a thorough examination, make sure all the bits and parts are still inside. Do you think I lost anything ?
It sounds like you lost a marble.
Is this possible ? Does this happen ?
Yes, it sometimes happens.
How serious is it ?
That depends. How serious do you want it to be ?
Proctology today.
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Saturday, 05 November, Year 8 d.Tr.
The Island of Dr. Moreau
The Island of Dr. Moreaui is altogether passible. It obviously suffers from a very poor understanding of science in the original workii, but if you can look past that, and past the pedestrian attempts of the modernizers to modernizeiii (a task made very easy by the surreal nonsense of the aggregate) then what remains is a very dorky fellow ineptly chasing an entirely credible piece of tail (though inexplicably the snout-nosed Balk was made a "cat" rather than the obvious pig she is) while Val Kilmer does a very credible rendition of Hannah Arendt's banal evil and Marlon Brando acts a mindblowing antipope. That scene is iconic, and it is not just iconic for how well it works for the film - I am convinced the best cinematic product of Blizzard's creative run was Baal's appearance at the Arreat summit. They totally lifted it.
Other than that scene there really isn't very much left, just a lot of "action" bullcrap (who the fuck keeps drums of gasoline stored like that ?!) and a whole lot of unflattering parallels to all sorts of Obamas, Bushes, Mugabes and other subhuman monkeys with delusions of temporal relevancy. But I guess there's worse uses of one's time than watching the monkeys' adventures on film - such as for instance living in the monkeys' domains and watching their adventures out the window.
To each his own, as the old human saying goes.
———1996, by John Frankenheimer, with Marlon Brando, Val Kilmer and that ax-crazy slut from American History X (Fairuza Balk). [↩]No, really, you can't make "a man pig" through "genes", for one thing because genes aren't these simple embers of identity working on a fundamentally alchemical, humoral theory of existence ; and for the other thing because the power and reach of their interplay creates a wealth of meaning not directly comprehensible to peculiar fenotypes, which is to say that a man-pig would very much not be "a bipedal animal with some outward features that are reminiscent (in a human intuitive definition of reminiscence) of whatever features of an actual pig that are most salient to a human observer". [↩]Such as adding 1980s "animal rights" footage for no comprehensible purpose - the mechanical cleanliness of the cages for instance would not become fashionable on Moreau's own island for another half decade ; they used very elaborate forged iron at the time, and he would have. Nor was it called "DNA" then, and this label is inappropriate in the context it is used, by the way. [↩]
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Category: Trilematograf
Saturday, 17 December, Year 8 d.Tr.
The Internet of Shit
The access log for trilema.com in June (ie, 24 days so far) is 1.8 GB. Yeah, you read that right, larger than the entire corpus of classical literature. Daily. Here :
wc -l 'trilema.com-Jun-2016'
11860336 trilema.com-Jun-2016
What, pray tell, is in those almost twelve million lines ? Well...
cat 'trilema.com-Jun-2016' | grep -c "POST /xmlrpc.php"
7007245
7 out of 11 hits are attempts to POST on xmlrpc.php, which, if you've been following the story of Automattic deliberately poisoning the Internet will readily recognise as the entry point for blog spam, as well as Automattic-enabled DDoS attacksi. A tiny fraction (under 100) are legitimate pingbacks received (and published) by Trilema. The rest...
The rest are like so :
sort spam.txt |uniq -c | awk '{print $2": "$1}' | wc -l
1962
Talk about inequality, right ? Less than 2% of hosts generated 7 in 11 hits and are responsible for about 30 GBii of traffic this month. Except, here's the list of hosts that made more than 4 requests :
157.122.147.189iii: 5
198.204.247.202iv: 5
93.115.192.115v: 5
209.222.105.212vi: 6
212.56.214.129vii: 6
93.127.147.32viii: 6
107.150.74.65ix: 7
107.151.152.218x: 7
112.149.137.248xi: 7
45.45.157.224xii: 7
46.17.97.74xiii: 7
93.127.147.115xiv: 7
107.150.74.100xv: 8
183.91.33.42xvi: 8
103.231.101.57xvii: 9
104.247.7.50xviii: 9
89.36.65.48xix: 9
104.160.31.77xx: 10
183.91.33.44xxi: 10
223.72.251.254xxii: 10
37.59.232.134xxiii: 10
89.36.65.224xxiv: 11
178.162.211.212xxv: 12
183.91.33.76xxvi: 12
104.254.212.100xxvii: 14
113.176.7.136xxviii: 14
51.254.153.201xxix: 15
91.200.12.73xxx: 16
75.75.237.162xxxi: 18
37.97.183.36xxxii: 21
23.227.196.116xxxiii: 22
193.201.225.85xxxiv: 24
212.56.214.182xxxv: 33
185.109.144.236xxxvi: 42
112.90.150.136xxxvii: 49
191.96.249.20xxxviii: 158
91.193.74.8xxxix: 234
191.96.249.54xl: 1459
93.115.97.162xli): 1954
185.112.249.127xlii: 2984
23.227.199.105xliii: 4322
91.229.20.98xliv: 4654
63.141.227.243xlv: 4825
76.74.170.219xlvi: 4977
76.74.170.65xlvii: 7100
146.185.251.210xlviii: 7487
146.185.251.48xlix: 8828
195.154.250.118l: 20204
91.188.125.194li: 38345
188.120.41.9lii: 88705
185.142.236.197liii: 149555
91.134.169.81liv: 160016
185.142.236.219lv: 162624
5.135.17.28lvi: 195002
151.80.82.32lvii: 256270
151.80.82.34lviii: 254606
185.130.6.52lix: 1325408
185.103.109.139lx: 1391617
185.103.109.246lxi: 1473624
185.103.109.248lxii: 1439165
That's right : 60 out of the total 1`962 spammers sent out 99.9% of all the (attempted, unsuccessful) spam.
To be perfectly clear : no-one on this list is innocent. Not a single one. It's just a matter of "spambots that spam and check" vs "spambots that just spam", and for that matter, the vast majority of the 1`962 aren't innocent either - there weren't that many Wordpress blogs linking to Trilema articles so far in June, not by an order of magnitude if not two.
What must be going through one's head to buy a server and a C block (like 185.103.109.x) and then send 4.3 mn requests, that's over two per second for three weekslxiii straight ? If you ever wondered how "normal people" / Ethereum "investors" are created, I submit that this is the exact blueprint : "they just wanted to" and "maybe it works".
This is the Internet of Shit. It costs ~nothing to send a billion pointless requests, to write a billion pieces of pointless nonsense, to create yet another toxic "property", and so they're sent, and written, and created. In extremis it costs nothing to produce another billion of these shitheads - "the government" will provide for them, jobs and healthcare and food and mates and social media + television. God help us.
If I notify the hostslxiv, I help build this idiocy. If I don't, then what do I do ? You tell me, how to go about it, so that we can have nice things without idiots involved in them - and if you say anything like "inclusive" or "democracy" or "human rights" or anything whatsoever along those lines - you lose.
You lose, like you've lost already, every single time you tried. The key to a livable society is repression, the key to well educated, well behaved youth is rape - merciless, painful, inescapable, violent and continuous rape. The key to happiness of the worthy is the subjection of the others, of the unworthy, of the lesser, of the insufficient, of the ambitious, of the subhuman. It's what it is, like it or not.
Frankly - I don't care what you'd prefer, or what you'd rather think you'd prefer. I'm sick and tired of living in the world of shit. Time for the world of rape.
Update. One daylxv after notifying the hosts, the situation has changed significantlylxvi :
103.231.101.57, 104.160.31.77, 104.247.7.50, 104.254.212.100, 107.150.74.100, 107.150.74.65, 107.151.152.218, 112.149.137.248, 112.90.150.136, 113.176.7.136, 146.185.251.210lxvii, 146.185.251.48, 151.80.82.32, 151.80.82.34, 157.122.147.189, 178.162.211.212, 183.91.33.42, 183.91.33.44, 183.91.33.76, 185.103.109.139, 185.103.109.246, 185.103.109.248, 185.109.144.236, 185.112.249.127, 185.130.6.52lxviii, 185.142.236.197lxix, 185.142.236.219, 188.120.41.9, 191.96.249.20, 191.96.249.54, 193.201.225.85, 195.154.250.118, 198.204.247.202, 209.222.105.212, 212.56.214.129, 212.56.214.182, 223.72.251.254, 23.227.196.116, 23.227.199.105, 37.59.232.134, 37.97.183.36, 45.45.157.224, 46.17.97.74, 51.254.153.201, 5.135.17.28, 63.141.227.243, 75.75.237.162, 76.74.170.219, 76.74.170.65, 89.36.65.224, 89.36.65.48, 91.134.169.81, 91.188.125.194lxx, 91.193.74.8, 91.200.12.73, 91.229.20.98, 93.115.192.115, 93.115.97.162, 93.127.147.115, 93.127.147.32.
There's only one addition, 91.188.125.195, revving to catch up with 91.188.125.194. It is perhaps also worth pointing out that perhaps contrary to expectation, exactly none of these are Windows chump desktops, but all reside in datacenters, and the response to abuse complaints is swift. Do consider doing the same I describe doing if you run in the same problem I describe running into. It certainly works, spurious requests are down all the way to 11`376 in the interval considered, from ~2.3mn which'd be a linear projection based on the historical account. That's a 99.5% drop.
———By the way - they've still not fixed the hole ; in spite of the code being published, and the change minimal. It's been two years.
"Responsible" disclosure ? Not even once. Rape the USG tools. [↩]AWS charges 10 cents each plus ~3 cents per GB in Load Balancers. So this whole pile of nonsense would have cost about two quarters, had I been using the (very expensive) AWS. [↩]Typical behaviour :
157.122.147.189 - - [02/Jun/2016:12:58:00 -0400] "GET /2012/voluntary-contracts-after-a-while/ HTTP/1.1" 200 88186 "http://trilema.com/" "Mozilla/5.0 (iPad; CPU OS 8_1_2 like Mac OS X) AppleWebKit/600.1.4 (KHTML, like Gecko) Version/8.0 Mobile/12B440 Safari/600.1.4"
157.122.147.189 - - [02/Jun/2016:12:58:03 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200 54 "http://trilema.com/" "PHP/5.2.91"
157.122.147.189 - - [02/Jun/2016:12:58:06 -0400] "GET /2012/voluntary-contracts-after-a-while/ HTTP/1.1" 200 88285 "-" "PHP/5.2.91"
This is a run of the mill spambot, as discussed in more detail back in April. We'll call it type A because it does check after spamming. [↩]Typical behaviour :
198.204.247.202 - - [06/Jun/2016:02:54:15 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200 124423 "-" "-"
198.204.247.202 - - [07/Jun/2016:08:53:01 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200 124423 "-" "-"
198.204.247.202 - - [11/Jun/2016:03:10:40 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200 124423 "-" "-"
Just another dumb spammer, call it type DS. [↩]Typical behaviour :
93.115.192.115 - - [16/Jun/2016:02:07:16 -0400] "GET /2010/continut-platit/ HTTP/1.0" 200 277994 "http://trilema.com/" "Mozilla/5.0 (Macintosh; Intel Mac OS X 10_10_1) AppleWebKit/600.2.5 (KHTML, like Gecko) Version/8.0.2 Safari/600.2.5"
93.115.192.115 - - [16/Jun/2016:02:07:17 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200 54 "http://trilema.com/" "PHP/5.2.93"
Also run of the mill spambot. We'll call it type B because it doesn't check after spamming.
[↩]Typical behaviour :
209.222.105.212 - - [14/Jun/2016:19:22:12 -0400] "GET /2013/the-sanity-dogma/ HTTP/1.0" 200 68035 "http://trilema.com/" "Mozilla/5.0 (Macintosh; Intel Mac OS X 10_10_1) AppleWebKit/600.2.5 (KHTML, like Gecko) Version/8.0.2 Safari/600.2.5"
209.222.105.212 - - [14/Jun/2016:19:23:15 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200 54 "http://trilema.com/" "PHP/5.2.90"
209.222.105.212 - - [14/Jun/2016:19:23:32 -0400] "GET /2013/the-sanity-dogma/ HTTP/1.0" 200 68192 "-" "PHP/5.2.90"
We'll call this one type A.1 because it spams after waiting a minute. [↩]Typical behaviour :
212.56.214.129 - - [21/Jun/2016:17:53:46 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200 54 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html)"
212.56.214.129 - - [21/Jun/2016:17:53:53 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200 54 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html)"
We'll call this type of dumb spammer DS.G because of its agent string. [↩]Typical behaviour :
93.127.147.32 - - [01/Jun/2016:02:06:55 -0400] "GET /2011/o-vaca-cu-cabina/ HTTP
/1.0" 200 42972 "http://trilema.com/" "Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 6.3; WOW64; rv:34
.0) Gecko/20100101 Firefox/34.0"
93.127.147.32 - - [01/Jun/2016:02:06:56 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200 5
4 "http://trilema.com/" "PHP/5.3.12"
93.127.147.32 - - [01/Jun/2016:02:06:57 -0400] "GET /2011/o-vaca-cu-cabina/ HTTP
/1.0" 200 42976 "-" "PHP/5.3.12"
93.127.147.32 - - [01/Jun/2016:02:09:29 -0400] "GET /2011/o-vaca-cu-cabina/ HTTP
/1.0" 200 43104 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 6.3; WOW64; rv:34.0) Gecko/20100101
Firefox/34.0"
We'll call it type A.A because it checks, then changes agent and checks again. [↩]Typical behaviour :
107.150.74.65 - - [17/Jun/2016:04:44:20 -0400] "GET /2010/afacerile-externe-ca-s
tiinta-exacta/ HTTP/1.0" 200 39257 "http://trilema.com/" "Mozilla/5.0 (Windows N
T 5.1) AppleWebKit/537.36 (KHTML, like Gecko) Chrome/39.0.2171.95 Safari/537.36"
107.150.74.65 - - [17/Jun/2016:04:44:24 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200 5
4 "http://trilema.com/" "PHP/5.3.46"
107.150.74.65 - - [17/Jun/2016:04:44:38 -0400] "GET /2010/afacerile-externe-ca-s
tiinta-exacta/ HTTP/1.0" 200 39385 "-" "PHP/5.3.46"
107.150.74.65 - - [17/Jun/2016:04:54:52 -0400] "GET /2010/afacerile-externe-ca-s
tiinta-exacta/ HTTP/1.0" 200 39232 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 5.1) AppleWebKit
/537.36 (KHTML, like Gecko) Chrome/39.0.2171.95 Safari/537.36"
Type A.A [↩]Typical behaviour :
107.151.152.218 - - [03/Jun/2016:19:32:23 -0400] "POST /2014/the-sins-of-the-gro
up-of-posers-behind-the-so-called-bitcoin-foundation/trackback/ HTTP/1.0" 200 11
3 "http://trilema.com/2014/the-sins-of-the-group-of-posers-behind-the-so-called-
bitcoin-foundation/" "Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 6.1; Trident/7.0; rv:11.0) like Ge
cko"
107.151.152.218 - - [05/Jun/2016:05:10:30 -0400] "POST /2014/the-scum/trackback/
HTTP/1.0" 200 113 "http://trilema.com/2014/the-scum/" "Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT
6.1; Trident/7.0; rv:11.0) like Gecko"
107.151.152.218 - - [05/Jun/2016:16:33:00 -0400] "GET / HTTP/1.0" 200 32036 "htt
p://trilema.com" "Mozilla/5.0 (X11; Linux x86_64) AppleWebKit/537.36 (KHTML, lik
e Gecko) Chrome/39.0.2171.99 Safari/537.36"
107.151.152.218 - - [05/Jun/2016:16:33:01 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200
473 "http://trilema.com" "PHP/5.2.20"
107.151.152.218 - - [05/Jun/2016:17:14:14 -0400] "GET / HTTP/1.0" 200 58305 "htt
p://trilema.com" "Mozilla/5.0 (X11; Linux x86_64) AppleWebKit/537.36 (KHTML, lik
e Gecko) Chrome/39.0.2171.99 Safari/537.36"
107.151.152.218 - - [05/Jun/2016:17:14:19 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200
473 "http://trilema.com" "PHP/5.3.04"
107.151.152.218 - - [06/Jun/2016:02:17:38 -0400] "POST /2014/hair-the-musical/tr
ackback/ HTTP/1.0" 200 113 "http://trilema.com/2014/hair-the-musical/" "Mozilla/
5.0 (Windows NT 6.1; Trident/7.0; rv:11.0) like Gecko"
107.151.152.218 - - [06/Jun/2016:04:59:47 -0400] "POST /2014/on-essences/trackba
ck/ HTTP/1.0" 200 113 "http://trilema.com/2014/on-essences/" "Mozilla/5.0 (Windo
ws NT 6.1; Trident/7.0; rv:11.0) like Gecko"
We'll call this M, because it's a mixed type trying to leave both spam comments and spam trackbacks. [↩]Typical behaviour :
112.149.137.248 - - [04/Jun/2016:07:00:40 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200
74872 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (X11; Linux x86_64) AppleWebKit/537.36 (KHTML, like Geck
o) Chrome/43.0.2357.130 Safari/537.36"
112.149.137.248 - - [04/Jun/2016:07:00:44 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200
74872 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (X11; Linux x86_64) AppleWebKit/537.36 (KHTML, like Geck
o) Chrome/43.0.2357.130 Safari/537.36"
112.149.137.248 - - [04/Jun/2016:07:00:48 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200
74872 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (X11; Linux x86_64) AppleWebKit/537.36 (KHTML, like Geck
o) Chrome/43.0.2357.130 Safari/537.36"
Type DS. [↩]Typical behaviour :
45.45.157.224 - - [31/May/2016:21:43:50 -0400] "GET /2010/ce-bea-blogerul/ HTTP/
1.0" 200 43755 "http://trilema.com/" "Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 6.3; WOW64; rv:34.
0) Gecko/20100101 Firefox/34.0"
45.45.157.224 - - [31/May/2016:21:43:53 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200 5
4 "http://trilema.com/" "PHP/5.3.31"
45.45.157.224 - - [31/May/2016:21:43:55 -0400] "GET /2010/ce-bea-blogerul/ HTTP/
1.0" 200 43924 "-" "PHP/5.3.31"
45.45.157.224 - - [31/May/2016:21:46:58 -0400] "GET /2010/ce-bea-blogerul/ HTTP/
1.0" 200 44074 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 6.3; WOW64; rv:34.0) Gecko/20100101
Firefox/34.0"
Type A.A [↩]Typical behaviour :
46.17.97.74 - - [01/Jun/2016:02:12:03 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200 224
272 "-" "wp-iphone"
46.17.97.74 - - [01/Jun/2016:02:26:38 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200 224
272 "-" "Windows Live Writer"
46.17.97.74 - - [01/Jun/2016:02:38:35 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200 224
272 "-" "wp-windowsphone"
Run of the mill DS.
[↩]Typical behaviour :
93.127.147.115 - - [12/Jun/2016:19:35:23 -0400] "GET /2013/the-sanity-dogma/ HTT
P/1.1" 200 67742 "http://trilema.com/" "Mozilla/5.0 (Macintosh; Intel Mac OS X 1
0_10_1) AppleWebKit/537.36 (KHTML, like Gecko) Chrome/39.0.2171.95 Safari/537.36
"
93.127.147.115 - - [12/Jun/2016:19:35:24 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200
54 "http://trilema.com/" "PHP/5.2.84"
93.127.147.115 - - [12/Jun/2016:19:35:25 -0400] "GET /2013/the-sanity-dogma/ HTT
P/1.1" 200 67811 "-" "PHP/5.2.84"
93.127.147.115 - - [12/Jun/2016:19:36:29 -0400] "GET /2013/the-sanity-dogma/ HTT
P/1.1" 200 67819 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (Macintosh; Intel Mac OS X 10_10_1) AppleWebKi
t/537.36 (KHTML, like Gecko) Chrome/39.0.2171.95 Safari/537.36"
Type A.A [↩]Typical behaviour :
107.150.74.100 - - [16/Jun/2016:01:35:40 -0400] "GET /2013/the-sanity-dogma/ HTT
P/1.0" 200 68042 "http://trilema.com/" "Mozilla/5.0 (Macintosh; Intel Mac OS X 1
0_8_4) AppleWebKit/537.36 (KHTML, like Gecko) Chrome/39.0.2171.95 Safari/537.36"
107.150.74.100 - - [16/Jun/2016:01:35:41 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200
54 "http://trilema.com/" "PHP/5.2.82"
107.150.74.100 - - [16/Jun/2016:01:35:46 -0400] "GET /2013/the-sanity-dogma/ HTT
P/1.0" 200 68384 "-" "PHP/5.2.82"
107.150.74.100 - - [16/Jun/2016:16:10:29 -0400] "GET /2013/the-sanity-dogma/ HTT
P/1.0" 200 68048 "http://trilema.com/" "Mozilla/5.0 (Macintosh; Intel Mac OS X 1
0_8_4) AppleWebKit/537.36 (KHTML, like Gecko) Chrome/39.0.2171.95 Safari/537.36"
Type A.A, clearly same botnet as 93.127.147.115.
[↩]Typical behaviour :
183.91.33.42 - - [08/Jun/2016:02:50:34 -0400] "GET /2012/o-hai-i-was-justing-doi
ng-a-penetration-test-of-your-site/ HTTP/1.1" 200 48678 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (X11; U
buntu; Linux i686; rv:34.0) Gecko/20100101 Firefox/34.0"
183.91.33.42 - - [08/Jun/2016:18:37:36 -0400] "GET /2012/o-hai-i-was-justing-doi
ng-a-penetration-test-of-your-site/ HTTP/1.1" 200 48514 "http://trilema.com/" "O
pera/9.80 (Windows NT 6.2; Win64; x64) Presto/2.12.388 Version/12.17"
183.91.33.42 - - [08/Jun/2016:18:40:47 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200 54
"http://trilema.com/" "PHP/5.3.12"
183.91.33.42 - - [08/Jun/2016:18:45:57 -0400] "-" 408 - "-" "-"
183.91.33.42 - - [10/Jun/2016:01:59:26 -0400] "GET /2012/o-hai-i-was-justing-doi
ng-a-penetration-test-of-your-site/ HTTP/1.1" 200 48344 "http://trilema.com/" "M
ozilla/5.0 (Macintosh; Intel Mac OS X 10.10; rv:34.0) Gecko/20100101 Firefox/34.
0"
183.91.33.42 - - [10/Jun/2016:07:52:47 -0400] "GET /2012/o-hai-i-was-justing-doi
ng-a-penetration-test-of-your-site/ HTTP/1.1" 200 48367 "http://trilema.com/" "M
ozilla/5.0 (Macintosh; Intel Mac OS X 10.7; rv:34.0) Gecko/20100101 Firefox/34.0
"
183.91.33.42 - - [10/Jun/2016:07:52:49 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200 54
"http://trilema.com/" "PHP/5.2.86"
183.91.33.42 - - [10/Jun/2016:07:52:51 -0400] "GET /2012/o-hai-i-was-justing-doi
ng-a-penetration-test-of-your-site/ HTTP/1.1" 200 48497 "-" "PHP/5.2.86"
Seems to be same A.A with a twist. Different botnet running same codebase with slight modifications. [↩]Typical behaviour :
103.231.101.57 - - [15/Jun/2016:09:51:35 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200
146584 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (Windows 10; WOW64; rv:41.0) Gecko/20100101 Firefox/41.0
"
103.231.101.57 - - [15/Jun/2016:09:51:43 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200
146584 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (Windows 10; WOW64; rv:41.0) Gecko/20100101 Firefox/41.0
"
103.231.101.57 - - [15/Jun/2016:09:51:49 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200
146584 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (Windows 10; WOW64; rv:41.0) Gecko/20100101 Firefox/41.0
"
Type DS. [↩]Typical behaviour :
104.247.7.50 - - [31/May/2016:20:12:46 -0400] "GET /2009/bucatarie-interna/ HTTP
/1.0" 200 37690 "http://trilema.com/" "Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 6.3; WOW64; rv:34
.0) Gecko/20100101 Firefox/34.0"
104.247.7.50 - - [31/May/2016:20:12:47 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200 54
"http://trilema.com/" "PHP/5.3.55"
104.247.7.50 - - [31/May/2016:20:12:50 -0400] "GET /2009/bucatarie-interna/ HTTP
/1.0" 200 37684 "-" "PHP/5.3.55"
104.247.7.50 - - [31/May/2016:20:15:03 -0400] "GET /2009/bucatarie-interna/ HTTP
/1.0" 200 37689 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 6.3; WOW64; rv:34.0) Gecko/20100101
Firefox/34.0"
Type A.A [↩]Typical behaviour :
89.36.65.48 - - [01/Jun/2016:02:38:22 -0400] "GET /2009/bucatarie-interna/ HTTP/
1.0" 200 37613 "http://trilema.com/" "Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 6.3; WOW64; rv:34.
0) Gecko/20100101 Firefox/34.0"
89.36.65.48 - - [01/Jun/2016:02:38:23 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200 54
"http://trilema.com/" "PHP/5.2.20"
89.36.65.48 - - [01/Jun/2016:02:38:25 -0400] "GET /2009/bucatarie-interna/ HTTP/
1.0" 200 37890 "-" "PHP/5.2.20"
89.36.65.48 - - [01/Jun/2016:02:38:33 -0400] "GET /2011/o-vaca-cu-cabina/ HTTP/1
.0" 200 42946 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 6.3; WOW64; rv:34.0) Gecko/20100101 F
irefox/34.0"
Type A.A [↩]Typical behaviour :
104.160.31.77 - - [13/Jun/2016:11:18:40 -0400] "GET /2013/the-sanity-dogma/ HTTP
/1.0" 200 67680 "http://trilema.com/" "Mozilla/5.0 (Macintosh; Intel Mac OS X 10
_10_1) AppleWebKit/537.36 (KHTML, like Gecko) Chrome/39.0.2171.95 Safari/537.36"
104.160.31.77 - - [13/Jun/2016:11:18:41 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200 5
4 "http://trilema.com/" "PHP/5.2.02"
104.160.31.77 - - [13/Jun/2016:11:18:43 -0400] "GET /2013/the-sanity-dogma/ HTTP
/1.0" 200 67832 "-" "PHP/5.2.02"
104.160.31.77 - - [13/Jun/2016:11:21:23 -0400] "GET /2013/the-sanity-dogma/ HTTP
/1.0" 200 67818 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (Macintosh; Intel Mac OS X 10_10_1) AppleWebKit
/537.36 (KHTML, like Gecko) Chrome/39.0.2171.95 Safari/537.36"
Type A.A [↩]Typical behaviour :
183.91.33.44 - - [10/Jun/2016:12:06:45 -0400] "GET /2012/o-hai-i-was-justing-doi
ng-a-penetration-test-of-your-site/ HTTP/1.1" 200 48462 "http://trilema.com/" "M
ozilla/5.0 (Macintosh; Intel Mac OS X 10.7; rv:34.0) Gecko/20100101 Firefox/34.0
"
183.91.33.44 - - [10/Jun/2016:12:06:47 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200 54
"http://trilema.com/" "PHP/5.2.50"
183.91.33.44 - - [10/Jun/2016:12:06:51 -0400] "GET /2012/o-hai-i-was-justing-doi
ng-a-penetration-test-of-your-site/ HTTP/1.1" 200 48508 "-" "PHP/5.2.50"
183.91.33.44 - - [10/Jun/2016:12:07:25 -0400] "GET /2012/o-hai-i-was-justing-doi
ng-a-penetration-test-of-your-site/ HTTP/1.1" 200 48536 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (Macint
osh; Intel Mac OS X 10.7; rv:34.0) Gecko/20100101 Firefox/34.0"
Type A.A [↩]Typical behaviour :
223.72.251.254 - - [01/Jun/2016:01:27:56 -0400] "GET /2011/mai-exista-windows-3x
x/ HTTP/1.1" 200 59540 "http://trilema.com/" "Mozilla/5.0 (Android; Mobile; rv:3
4.0) Gecko/34.0 Firefox/34.0"
223.72.251.254 - - [01/Jun/2016:01:27:58 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200
54 "http://trilema.com/" "PHP/5.3.12"
223.72.251.254 - - [01/Jun/2016:01:28:00 -0400] "GET /2011/mai-exista-windows-3x
x/ HTTP/1.1" 200 59623 "-" "PHP/5.3.12"
223.72.251.254 - - [01/Jun/2016:01:52:50 -0400] "GET /2012/voluntary-contracts-a
fter-a-while/ HTTP/1.1" 200 87915 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (Android; Mobile; rv:34.0) Ge
cko/34.0 Firefox/34.0"
Type A.A [↩]Typical behaviour :
37.59.232.134 - - [01/Jun/2016:14:42:45 -0400] "GET /2010/continut-platit/ HTTP/
1.1" 200 277926 "http://trilema.com/" "Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 6.3; WOW64; rv:34
.0) Gecko/20100101 Firefox/34.0"
37.59.232.134 - - [01/Jun/2016:14:42:49 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200 5
4 "http://trilema.com/" "PHP/5.3.44"
37.59.232.134 - - [01/Jun/2016:14:42:53 -0400] "GET /2010/continut-platit/ HTTP/
1.1" 200 278152 "-" "PHP/5.3.44"
37.59.232.134 - - [01/Jun/2016:14:43:59 -0400] "GET /2010/continut-platit/ HTTP/
1.1" 200 277996 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 6.3; WOW64; rv:34.0) Gecko/20100101
Firefox/34.0"
Type A.A [↩]Typical behaviour :
89.36.65.224 - - [31/May/2016:19:29:25 -0400] "GET /2009/bucatarie-interna/ HTTP
/1.0" 200 37559 "http://trilema.com/" "Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 6.3; WOW64; rv:34
.0) Gecko/20100101 Firefox/34.0"
89.36.65.224 - - [31/May/2016:19:29:26 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200 54
"http://trilema.com/" "PHP/5.2.42"
89.36.65.224 - - [31/May/2016:19:29:27 -0400] "GET /2009/bucatarie-interna/ HTTP
/1.0" 200 37818 "-" "PHP/5.2.42"
89.36.65.224 - - [31/May/2016:19:30:48 -0400] "GET /2009/bucatarie-interna/ HTTP
/1.0" 200 37907 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 6.3; WOW64; rv:34.0) Gecko/20100101
Firefox/34.0"
Type A.A [↩]Typical behaviour :
178.162.211.212 - - [02/Jun/2016:16:40:54 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200
62422 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (Windows 10; WOW64; rv:41.0) Gecko/20100101 Firefox/41.0
"
178.162.211.212 - - [02/Jun/2016:16:40:55 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200
62422 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (Windows 10; WOW64; rv:41.0) Gecko/20100101 Firefox/41.0
"
178.162.211.212 - - [02/Jun/2016:16:40:56 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200
62422 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (Windows 10; WOW64; rv:41.0) Gecko/20100101 Firefox/41.0
"
178.162.211.212 - - [02/Jun/2016:16:40:56 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200
62422 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (Windows 10; WOW64; rv:41.0) Gecko/20100101 Firefox/41.0
"
Type DS. [↩]Typical behaviour :
183.91.33.76 - - [08/Jun/2016:01:59:48 -0400] "GET /2012/o-hai-i-was-justing-doi
ng-a-penetration-test-of-your-site/ HTTP/1.1" 200 48514 "http://trilema.com/" "M
ozilla/5.0 (X11; Ubuntu; Linux i686; rv:34.0) Gecko/20100101 Firefox/34.0"
183.91.33.76 - - [08/Jun/2016:01:59:51 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200 54
"http://trilema.com/" "PHP/5.3.77"
183.91.33.76 - - [08/Jun/2016:01:59:53 -0400] "GET /2012/o-hai-i-was-justing-doi
ng-a-penetration-test-of-your-site/ HTTP/1.1" 200 48675 "-" "PHP/5.3.77"
183.91.33.76 - - [08/Jun/2016:02:03:55 -0400] "GET /2012/o-hai-i-was-justing-doi
ng-a-penetration-test-of-your-site/ HTTP/1.1" 200 48748 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (X11; U
buntu; Linux i686; rv:34.0) Gecko/20100101 Firefox/34.0"
Type A.A [↩]Typical behaviour :
104.254.212.100 - - [03/Jun/2016:18:48:40 -0400] "GET /2009/flaubert-suntem-noi/
HTTP/1.1" 200 127125 "http://trilema.com/" "Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 6.3; WOW64;
Trident/7.0; rv:11.0) like Gecko"
104.254.212.100 - - [03/Jun/2016:18:48:42 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200
54 "http://trilema.com/" "PHP/5.3.13"
104.254.212.100 - - [03/Jun/2016:18:48:43 -0400] "GET /2009/flaubert-suntem-noi/
HTTP/1.1" 200 127241 "-" "PHP/5.3.13"
104.254.212.100 - - [03/Jun/2016:18:54:07 -0400] "GET /2009/flaubert-suntem-noi/
HTTP/1.1" 200 127294 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 6.3; WOW64; Trident/7.0; rv:1
1.0) like Gecko"
Type A.A [↩]Typical behaviour :
113.176.7.136 - - [01/Jun/2016:01:23:52 -0400] "GET /2010/continut-platit/ HTTP/
1.1" 200 277928 "http://trilema.com/" "Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 6.3; WOW64; rv:34
.0) Gecko/20100101 Firefox/34.0"
113.176.7.136 - - [01/Jun/2016:01:24:00 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200 5
4 "http://trilema.com/" "PHP/5.3.52"
113.176.7.136 - - [01/Jun/2016:01:24:09 -0400] "GET /2010/continut-platit/ HTTP/
1.1" 200 278042 "-" "PHP/5.3.52"
113.176.7.136 - - [01/Jun/2016:01:25:14 -0400] "GET /2010/continut-platit/ HTTP/
1.1" 200 278019 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 6.3; WOW64; rv:34.0) Gecko/20100101
Firefox/34.0"
Type A.A [↩]Typical behaviour :
51.254.153.201 - - [02/Jun/2016:12:33:28 -0400] "GET /2010/continut-platit/ HTTP
/1.1" 200 278423 "http://trilema.com/" "Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 6.3; WOW64; rv:3
5.0) Gecko/20100101 Firefox/35.0"
51.254.153.201 - - [02/Jun/2016:12:33:34 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200
54 "http://trilema.com/" "PHP/5.2.23"
51.254.153.201 - - [02/Jun/2016:12:33:36 -0400] "GET /2010/continut-platit/ HTTP
/1.1" 200 278386 "-" "PHP/5.2.23"
51.254.153.201 - - [02/Jun/2016:12:33:44 -0400] "GET /2010/continut-platit/ HTTP
/1.1" 200 278434 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 6.3; WOW64; rv:35.0) Gecko/2010010
1 Firefox/35.0"
Type A.A [↩]Typical behaviour :
91.200.12.73 - - [04/Jun/2016:08:16:23 -0400] "GET /2013/ripple-the-definitive-d
iscussion/ HTTP/1.1" 200 72172 "http://trilema.com/" "Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 6.
1; WOW64; rv:34.0) Gecko/20100101 Firefox/34.0"
91.200.12.73 - - [04/Jun/2016:08:16:23 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200 54
"http://trilema.com/" "PHP/5.2.79"
91.200.12.73 - - [04/Jun/2016:08:16:25 -0400] "GET /2013/ripple-the-definitive-d
iscussion/ HTTP/1.1" 200 72433 "-" "PHP/5.2.79"
91.200.12.73 - - [04/Jun/2016:08:20:41 -0400] "GET /2013/ripple-the-definitive-d
iscussion/ HTTP/1.1" 200 72339 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 6.1; WOW64; rv:34.0)
Gecko/20100101 Firefox/34.0"
Type A.A [↩]Typical behaviour :
75.75.237.162 - - [01/Jun/2016:05:57:30 -0400] "GET /2012/lets-have-fun-with-pau
l-graham/ HTTP/1.1" 200 56820 "http://trilema.com/" "Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 6.3
; WOW64; rv:34.0) Gecko/20100101 Firefox/34.0"
75.75.237.162 - - [01/Jun/2016:05:57:34 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200 5
4 "http://trilema.com/" "PHP/5.3.54"
75.75.237.162 - - [01/Jun/2016:05:57:39 -0400] "GET /2012/lets-have-fun-with-pau
l-graham/ HTTP/1.1" 200 56950 "-" "PHP/5.3.54"
75.75.237.162 - - [01/Jun/2016:05:58:43 -0400] "GET /2012/lets-have-fun-with-pau
l-graham/ HTTP/1.1" 200 56936 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (Windows NT 6.3; WOW64; rv:34.0)
Gecko/20100101 Firefox/34.0"
Type A.A [↩]Typical behaviour :
37.97.183.36 - - [12/Jun/2016:08:55:10 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200 54
"-" "Googlebot/2.1 (+http://www.google.com/bot.html)"
37.97.183.36 - - [12/Jun/2016:08:55:11 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200 54
"-" "Googlebot/2.1 (+http://www.google.com/bot.html)"
37.97.183.36 - - [12/Jun/2016:08:55:11 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200 54
"-" "Googlebot/2.1 (+http://www.google.com/bot.html)"
37.97.183.36 - - [12/Jun/2016:08:55:12 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200 54
"-" "Googlebot/2.1 (+http://www.google.com/bot.html)"
Type DS.G [↩]Typical behaviour :
23.227.196.116 - - [09/Jun/2016:04:26:05 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200
54 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html)
"
23.227.196.116 - - [09/Jun/2016:04:26:06 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200
54 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html)
"
23.227.196.116 - - [09/Jun/2016:04:26:08 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200
54 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html)
"
Type DS.G [↩]Typical behaviour :
193.201.225.85 - - [15/Jun/2016:11:58:18 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200
35596 "http://trilema.com/xmlrpc.php" "Mozilla/5.0 (Windows; U; WinNT4.0; en-US;
rv:1.2b) Gecko/20021016 K-Meleon 0.7"
193.201.225.85 - - [16/Jun/2016:03:33:51 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200
71020 "http://trilema.com/xmlrpc.php" "Mozilla/5.0 (X11; U; Linux i686; en; rv:1
.8.1.11) Gecko/20071216 Firefox/2.0.0.11"
193.201.225.85 - - [16/Jun/2016:10:56:59 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200
69544 "http://trilema.com/xmlrpc.php" "iCCrawler (http://www.iccenter.net/bot.ht
m)"
193.201.225.85 - - [16/Jun/2016:18:19:55 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200
67330 "http://trilema.com/xmlrpc.php" "Mozilla/5.0 (X11; U; Linux i686; nb-NO; r
v:1.9.1.16) Gecko/20110420 SeaMonkey/2.0.14"
193.201.225.85 - - [17/Jun/2016:01:43:12 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200
71758 "http://trilema.com/xmlrpc.php" "Mozilla/5.0 (X11; U; Linux x86_64; en-US;
rv:1.9.2.6) Gecko/20100628 Ubuntu/10.04 (lucid) Firefox/3.6.6"
193.201.225.85 - - [17/Jun/2016:09:04:49 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200
71758 "http://trilema.com/xmlrpc.php" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Konqueror/3.5; L
inux; X11) KHTML/3.5.3 (like Gecko) Kubuntu 6.06 Dapper"
We'll call this type DS.MA because of the multiple agent strings.
[↩]Typical behaviour :
212.56.214.182 - - [23/Jun/2016:09:05:45 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200
54 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html)
"
212.56.214.182 - - [23/Jun/2016:09:05:46 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200
54 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html)
"
212.56.214.182 - - [23/Jun/2016:09:05:47 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200
54 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html)
"
212.56.214.182 - - [23/Jun/2016:09:05:49 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200
54 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html)
"
Basic DS type. [↩]Typical behaviour :
185.109.144.236 - - [02/Jun/2016:05:24:38 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200
24772 "http://trilema.com/xmlrpc.php" "Java/1.4.1_01"
185.109.144.236 - - [02/Jun/2016:14:27:06 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200
24772 "http://trilema.com/xmlrpc.php" "Mozilla/5.0 (Windows; U; Windows NT 5.1;
en-US) AppleWebKit/532.0 (KHTML, like Gecko) Chrome/4.0.211.7 Safari/532.0"
185.109.144.236 - - [02/Jun/2016:23:36:11 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200
24772 "http://trilema.com/xmlrpc.php" "Mozilla/5.0 (X11; U; Linux x86_64; sv-SE
; rv:1.9.0.7) Gecko/2009030423 Ubuntu/8.10 (intrepid) Firefox/3.0.7"
185.109.144.236 - - [03/Jun/2016:08:27:56 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200
24772 "http://trilema.com/xmlrpc.php" "Mozilla/5.0 (X11; U; Linux i686 (x86_64)
; en-US; rv:1.9.0.16) Gecko/2009122206 Firefox/3.0.16 Flock/2.5.6"
185.109.144.236 - - [03/Jun/2016:17:02:44 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200
24772 "http://trilema.com/xmlrpc.php" "Mozilla/4.0 (compatible; MSIE 5.01; Wind
ows NT; .NET CLR 1.0.3705)"
185.109.144.236 - - [04/Jun/2016:01:36:33 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200
24772 "http://trilema.com/xmlrpc.php" "Mozilla/4.0 (compatible; MSIE 7.0; Windo
ws NT 6.0; Trident/4.0; SLCC1; .NET CLR 2.0.50727; Media Center PC 5.0; InfoPath
.2; .NET CLR 3.5.30729; .NET CLR 3.0.30618; Lunascape 5.1.3.4)"
185.109.144.236 - - [04/Jun/2016:10:11:01 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200
24772 "http://trilema.com/xmlrpc.php" "iCab/2.9.1 (Macintosh; U; PPC)"
Another DS.MS type. [↩]Typical behaviour :
112.90.150.136 - - [06/Jun/2016:07:26:35 -0400] "GET /2012/extraordinarul-act-de
-supunere-estivala-al-elvirei/ HTTP/1.1" 200 43840 "http://trilema.com/" "Mozill
a/5.0 (iPhone; CPU iPhone OS 8_1_2 like Mac OS X) AppleWebKit/600.1.4 (KHTML, li
ke Gecko) Version/8.0 Mobile/12B440 Safari/600.1.4"
112.90.150.136 - - [06/Jun/2016:07:27:18 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200
54 "http://trilema.com/" "PHP/5.3.42"
112.90.150.136 - - [06/Jun/2016:07:27:28 -0400] "GET /2012/extraordinarul-act-de
-supunere-estivala-al-elvirei/ HTTP/1.1" 200 43962 "-" "PHP/5.3.42"
112.90.150.136 - - [06/Jun/2016:07:52:34 -0400] "GET /2012/extraordinarul-act-de
-supunere-estivala-al-elvirei/ HTTP/1.1" 200 44154 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (iPhone; CPU
iPhone OS 8_1_2 like Mac OS X) AppleWebKit/600.1.4 (KHTML, like Gecko) Version/
8.0 Mobile/12B440 Safari/600.1.4"
Run of the mill A.A type. [↩]Typical behaviour :
191.96.249.20 - - [02/Jun/2016:23:22:42 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200 5
4 "-" "Mozilla/4.0 (compatible: MSIE 7.0; Windows NT 6.0)"
191.96.249.20 - - [02/Jun/2016:23:22:42 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200 5
4 "-" "Mozilla/4.0 (compatible: MSIE 7.0; Windows NT 6.0)"
191.96.249.20 - - [02/Jun/2016:23:24:15 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200 5
4 "-" "Mozilla/4.0 (compatible: MSIE 7.0; Windows NT 6.0)"
191.96.249.20 - - [02/Jun/2016:23:24:26 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200 5
4 "-" "Mozilla/4.0 (compatible: MSIE 7.0; Windows NT 6.0)"
DS type. [↩]Typical behaviour :
91.193.74.8 - - [11/Jun/2016:15:00:09 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200 54
"-" "Mozilla/4.0 (compatible: MSIE 7.0; Windows NT 6.0)"
91.193.74.8 - - [11/Jun/2016:15:05:39 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200 54
"-" "Mozilla/4.0 (compatible: MSIE 7.0; Windows NT 6.0)"
91.193.74.8 - - [11/Jun/2016:15:24:28 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200 54
"-" "Mozilla/4.0 (compatible: MSIE 7.0; Windows NT 6.0)"
91.193.74.8 - - [11/Jun/2016:15:30:07 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200 54
"-" "Mozilla/4.0 (compatible: MSIE 7.0; Windows NT 6.0)"
DS type. [↩]Typical behaviour :
191.96.249.54 - - [06/Jun/2016:10:57:49 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200 5
4 "-" "Mozilla/4.0 (compatible: MSIE 7.0; Windows NT 6.0)"
191.96.249.54 - - [06/Jun/2016:10:57:50 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200 5
4 "-" "Mozilla/4.0 (compatible: MSIE 7.0; Windows NT 6.0)"
191.96.249.54 - - [06/Jun/2016:10:57:50 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200 5
4 "-" "Mozilla/4.0 (compatible: MSIE 7.0; Windows NT 6.0)"
191.96.249.54 - - [06/Jun/2016:10:57:50 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200 5
4 "-" "Mozilla/4.0 (compatible: MSIE 7.0; Windows NT 6.0)"
Another run of the mill DS type. [↩]Typical behaviour :
93.115.97.162 - - [01/Jun/2016:16:38:21 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200 5
4 "-" "Mozilla/4.0 (compatible: MSIE 7.0; Windows NT 6.0)"
93.115.97.162 - - [01/Jun/2016:18:25:37 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200 5
4 "-" "Mozilla/4.0 (compatible: MSIE 7.0; Windows NT 6.0)"
93.115.97.162 - - [01/Jun/2016:18:25:39 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200 5
4 "-" "Mozilla/4.0 (compatible: MSIE 7.0; Windows NT 6.0)"
93.115.97.162 - - [01/Jun/2016:18:25:40 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200 5
4 "-" "Mozilla/4.0 (compatible: MSIE 7.0; Windows NT 6.0)"
Yet another run of the mill DS type. [↩]Typical behaviour :
185.112.249.127 - - [20/Jun/2016:20:32:14 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200
54 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html
)"
185.112.249.127 - - [20/Jun/2016:20:32:15 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200
54 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html
)"
185.112.249.127 - - [20/Jun/2016:20:32:16 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200
54 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html
)"
185.112.249.127 - - [20/Jun/2016:20:32:17 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200
54 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html
)"
DS.G type. [↩]Typical behaviour :
23.227.199.105 - - [09/Jun/2016:04:26:04 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200
54 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html)
"
23.227.199.105 - - [09/Jun/2016:04:26:04 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200
54 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html)
"
23.227.199.105 - - [09/Jun/2016:04:26:05 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200
54 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html)
"
23.227.199.105 - - [09/Jun/2016:04:26:16 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200
54 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html)
"
Another DS.G type. [↩]Typical behaviour :
91.229.20.98 - - [01/Jun/2016:12:12:15 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200 54
"-" "Mozilla/4.0 (compatible: MSIE 7.0; Windows NT 6.0)"
91.229.20.98 - - [01/Jun/2016:12:12:15 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200 54
"-" "Mozilla/4.0 (compatible: MSIE 7.0; Windows NT 6.0)"
91.229.20.98 - - [01/Jun/2016:12:12:16 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200 54
"-" "Mozilla/4.0 (compatible: MSIE 7.0; Windows NT 6.0)"
91.229.20.98 - - [01/Jun/2016:12:12:17 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200 54
"-" "Mozilla/4.0 (compatible: MSIE 7.0; Windows NT 6.0)"
DS type. [↩]Typical behaviour :
63.141.227.243 - - [03/Jun/2016:18:41:16 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200
54 "-" "Mozilla/4.0 (compatible: MSIE 7.0; Windows NT 6.0)"
63.141.227.243 - - [03/Jun/2016:18:41:19 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200
54 "-" "Mozilla/4.0 (compatible: MSIE 7.0; Windows NT 6.0)"
63.141.227.243 - - [03/Jun/2016:18:41:22 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200
54 "-" "Mozilla/4.0 (compatible: MSIE 7.0; Windows NT 6.0)"
63.141.227.243 - - [03/Jun/2016:18:41:25 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200
54 "-" "Mozilla/4.0 (compatible: MSIE 7.0; Windows NT 6.0)"
Another DS type. [↩]Typical behaviour :
76.74.170.219 - - [09/Jun/2016:12:54:04 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200 5
4 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html)"
76.74.170.219 - - [09/Jun/2016:12:54:14 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200 5
4 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html)"
76.74.170.219 - - [09/Jun/2016:12:54:15 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200 5
4 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html)"
76.74.170.219 - - [09/Jun/2016:12:54:16 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200 5
4 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html)"
Another DS.G type. [↩]Typical behaviour :
76.74.170.65 - - [09/Jun/2016:09:57:40 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200 54
"-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html)"
76.74.170.65 - - [09/Jun/2016:09:57:41 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200 54
"-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html)"
76.74.170.65 - - [09/Jun/2016:09:57:43 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200 54
"-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html)"
76.74.170.65 - - [09/Jun/2016:09:57:44 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200 54
"-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html)"
Yet another DS.G type. [↩]Typical behaviour :
146.185.251.210 - - [12/Jun/2016:17:05:40 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200
54 "-" "Mozilla/4.0 (compatible: MSIE 7.0; Windows NT 6.0)"
146.185.251.210 - - [12/Jun/2016:17:06:24 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200
54 "-" "Mozilla/4.0 (compatible: MSIE 7.0; Windows NT 6.0)"
146.185.251.210 - - [12/Jun/2016:17:08:26 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200
54 "-" "Mozilla/4.0 (compatible: MSIE 7.0; Windows NT 6.0)"
146.185.251.210 - - [12/Jun/2016:17:08:42 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200
54 "-" "Mozilla/4.0 (compatible: MSIE 7.0; Windows NT 6.0)"
Another DS type. [↩]Typical behaviour :
146.185.251.48 - - [11/Jun/2016:16:00:15 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200
54 "-" "Mozilla/4.0 (compatible: MSIE 7.0; Windows NT 6.0)"
146.185.251.48 - - [11/Jun/2016:16:00:45 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200
54 "-" "Mozilla/4.0 (compatible: MSIE 7.0; Windows NT 6.0)"
146.185.251.48 - - [11/Jun/2016:16:01:30 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200
54 "-" "Mozilla/4.0 (compatible: MSIE 7.0; Windows NT 6.0)"
146.185.251.48 - - [11/Jun/2016:16:02:23 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200
54 "-" "Mozilla/4.0 (compatible: MSIE 7.0; Windows NT 6.0)"
Yet another DS type. [↩]Typical behaviour :
195.154.250.118 - - [10/Jun/2016:04:13:56 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200
421 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; MSIE 9.0; Windows NT 6.1; Trident/5.0)"
195.154.250.118 - - [10/Jun/2016:04:13:56 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200
421 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; MSIE 9.0; Windows NT 6.1; Trident/5.0)"
195.154.250.118 - - [10/Jun/2016:04:13:56 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200
421 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; MSIE 9.0; Windows NT 6.1; Trident/5.0)"
195.154.250.118 - - [10/Jun/2016:04:13:57 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200
421 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; MSIE 9.0; Windows NT 6.1; Trident/5.0)"
Also DS type. [↩]Typical behaviour :
91.188.125.194 - - [23/Jun/2016:22:18:25 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200
54 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html)
"
91.188.125.194 - - [23/Jun/2016:22:18:26 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200
54 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html)
"
91.188.125.194 - - [23/Jun/2016:22:18:26 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200
54 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html)
"
91.188.125.194 - - [23/Jun/2016:22:18:27 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200
54 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html)
"
More of the DS.G type. [↩]Typical behaviour :
188.120.41.9 - - [31/May/2016:08:13:04 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200 54
"-" "Googlebot/2.1 (+http://www.google.com/bot.html)"
188.120.41.9 - - [31/May/2016:08:13:18 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200 54
"-" "Googlebot/2.1 (+http://www.google.com/bot.html)"
188.120.41.9 - - [31/May/2016:08:13:18 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200 54
"-" "Googlebot/2.1 (+http://www.google.com/bot.html)"
188.120.41.9 - - [31/May/2016:08:20:27 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200 54
"-" "Googlebot/2.1 (+http://www.google.com/bot.html)"
Another DS.G type. [↩]Typical behaviour :
185.142.236.197 - - [12/Jun/2016:12:53:52 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200
54 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html
)"
185.142.236.197 - - [12/Jun/2016:12:53:52 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200
54 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html
)"
185.142.236.197 - - [12/Jun/2016:12:53:53 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200
54 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html
)"
185.142.236.197 - - [12/Jun/2016:12:53:53 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200
54 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html
)"
Yet another DS.G type. [↩]Typical behaviour :
91.134.169.81 - - [02/Jun/2016:19:34:19 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200 5
4 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html)"
91.134.169.81 - - [02/Jun/2016:19:34:34 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200 5
4 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html)"
91.134.169.81 - - [02/Jun/2016:19:34:55 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200 5
4 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html)"
91.134.169.81 - - [02/Jun/2016:19:35:24 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200 5
4 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html)"
Another DS.G type. [↩]Typical behaviour :
185.142.236.219 - - [11/Jun/2016:03:56:28 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200
54 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html
)"
185.142.236.219 - - [11/Jun/2016:03:56:28 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200
54 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html
)"
185.142.236.219 - - [11/Jun/2016:03:56:29 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200
54 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html
)"
185.142.236.219 - - [11/Jun/2016:03:56:29 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200
54 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html
)"
Yet another DS.G type. [↩]Typical behaviour :
5.135.17.28 - - [02/Jun/2016:19:31:56 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200 54
"-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html)"
5.135.17.28 - - [02/Jun/2016:19:32:00 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200 54
"-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html)"
5.135.17.28 - - [02/Jun/2016:19:32:03 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200 54
"-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html)"
5.135.17.28 - - [02/Jun/2016:19:32:07 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200 54
"-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html)"
Yet another DS.G type. [↩]Typical behaviour :
151.80.82.32 - - [02/Jun/2016:19:36:07 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200 54
"-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html)"
151.80.82.32 - - [02/Jun/2016:19:36:38 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200 54
"-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html)"
151.80.82.32 - - [02/Jun/2016:19:37:09 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200 54
"-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html)"
151.80.82.32 - - [02/Jun/2016:19:37:40 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200 54
"-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html)"
There's no end to these, is there. DS.G again. [↩]Typical behaviour :
151.80.82.34 - - [02/Jun/2016:19:36:08 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200 54
"-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html)"
151.80.82.34 - - [02/Jun/2016:19:36:39 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200 54
"-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html)"
151.80.82.34 - - [02/Jun/2016:19:37:10 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200 54
"-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html)"
151.80.82.34 - - [02/Jun/2016:19:37:41 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200 54
"-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html)"
DS.G type again. [↩]Typical behaviour :
185.130.6.52 - - [12/Jun/2016:12:53:51 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200 54
"-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html)"
185.130.6.52 - - [12/Jun/2016:12:53:52 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200 54
"-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html)"
185.130.6.52 - - [12/Jun/2016:12:53:52 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200 54
"-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html)"
185.130.6.52 - - [12/Jun/2016:12:53:53 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200 54
"-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html)"
Yes, your intuition is correct : DS.G type! [↩]Typical behaviour :
185.103.109.139 - - [31/May/2016:08:08:32 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200
54 "-" "Googlebot/2.1 (+http://www.google.com/bot.html)"
185.103.109.139 - - [31/May/2016:08:08:32 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200
54 "-" "Googlebot/2.1 (+http://www.google.com/bot.html)"
185.103.109.139 - - [31/May/2016:08:08:32 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200
54 "-" "Googlebot/2.1 (+http://www.google.com/bot.html)"
185.103.109.139 - - [31/May/2016:08:08:32 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200
54 "-" "Googlebot/2.1 (+http://www.google.com/bot.html)"
Another DS.G spambot. [↩]Typical behaviour :
185.103.109.246 - - [07/Jun/2016:00:30:51 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200
54 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html
)"
185.103.109.246 - - [07/Jun/2016:00:30:52 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200
54 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html
)"
185.103.109.246 - - [07/Jun/2016:00:30:52 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200
54 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html
)"
185.103.109.246 - - [07/Jun/2016:00:30:53 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.0" 200
54 "-" "Mozilla/5.0 (compatible; Googlebot/2.1; http://www.google.com/bot.html
)"
Yet another DS.G type spambot. I'm curious : have you seen an increase in indexing activity from Google in the past months ? [↩]Typical behaviour :
185.103.109.139 - - [31/May/2016:08:08:32 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200
54 "-" "Googlebot/2.1 (+http://www.google.com/bot.html)"
185.103.109.139 - - [31/May/2016:08:08:32 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200
54 "-" "Googlebot/2.1 (+http://www.google.com/bot.html)"
185.103.109.139 - - [31/May/2016:08:08:32 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200
54 "-" "Googlebot/2.1 (+http://www.google.com/bot.html)"
185.103.109.139 - - [31/May/2016:08:08:32 -0400] "POST /xmlrpc.php HTTP/1.1" 200
54 "-" "Googlebot/2.1 (+http://www.google.com/bot.html)"
And another DS.G spambot. [↩]Last month is no different, for the record, it's not like this started on the 1st of June by any means. Nor was April. Or April of last year. [↩]Here's what I learned trying :
Takes a while to find 107.150.74.65 belongs to zenlayer, because it's not properly listed. Once you do, zenlayer simply rejects email to abuse@zenlayer.com. Because why not amirite ? Yes, I reported them to ARIN, and I'm ever-so-sure they'll lose the block.
abuse@ipffm.de (IPFFM Internet Provider Frankfurt GmbH) simply drops emails. Had to notify Accelerated, their provider.
Apparently "nobody" owns 104.160.31.77. Yet it routes fine, through cyber-wurx-llc.10gigabitethernet1-1-2.switch1.atl2.he.net (216.66.41.118) ; 69.61.24.218 (69.61.24.218) ; 104.160.31.77.dynamic.nationinternet.net (104.160.31.77). Wonder of wonders, this. Reported to CachedNet LLC, the upstream provider (and a major provider for the entire list).
hostmaster@chinamobile.com rejects abuse email (not that it has a proper abuse inbox anyway). Reported to APNIC, for all the good that'll do.
The VietNam Post and Telecom Corporation does not feel the need to list an abuse contact email. Or an email whatsoever, actually. Not via whois, not on website, not anywhere! abuse@vnnic.net.vn also fails, and all this is perfectly fine, apparently.
abuse@hostslim.nl (a front for abuse@rakar.nl) simply drops emails. Reported to RIPE.
abuse@cogentco.com drops emails. Reported to ARIN.
info@detchile.com (the only abuse contact for "Digital Energy Technologies Chile SpA" drops emails. Reported to LACNIC.
Swiftway (abuse@swiftway.co.uk) sent me mails claiming neither 23.227.199.105 nor 23.227.196.116 is their customer, which is amusing considering the whois doesn't lie.
[↩]Less, really. About 16 hours. [↩]Data based of the first 8 hours of June 25th. [↩]spservers.org, aka
role: Super Professional Servers Network Operation Centre
address: ************************************************************
address: 1st Magistralny blind alley, 30,
address: BC "The Yard",
admin-c: KL2587-RIPE
tech-c: KL2587-RIPE
address: Moskow
address: Russian Federation
remarks: 24/7 NOC&SUPPORT: support@spservers.org
remarks: Abuse issues: abuse@spservers.org will be handled ASAP
remarks: Network&peering Issues: support@spservers.org
phone: +74957082672
address: ************************************************************
[↩]"Sindicate group" using AS200039 as HYDRA-MNT. Notified sindicategrourp@gmail.com - yeah, that's what they list, misspelled like that - and noc@zare.co.uk ; no answer and honestly the arrangement looks rather dubious. [↩]Blackhost Ltd. Notified me that they've opened tickets 200096 and 772569. [↩]Notified abuse@sitel.net.pl ; received no response. They're running AS59491 mnt-by sitelnetpl-mnt. Judging by the fact that they not only failed to block the listed IP but even allowed the spammer a new one, the whole thing seems altogether dubious. [↩]
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Friday, 24 June, Year 8 d.Tr.
The imbecile, philosophy and cinematography
This is the English version of an older article (Imbecilul, filosofia si cinematografia) which was recently mentioned. Sadly the original loses a lot from being forced into a language with an inferior vocabulary, but what's to do.
It is said there's nothing more dangerous than an educated fool. This saying is true.
On the recommendation of the same cinematic nymphomaniac which we won't mention by name again as you know her I looked at The Pervert's Guide to Cinema, written and read by Slavoj Zizek (directed by Sophia Victoria Twisleton Wykeham-Fiennes, an irrelevant dumbass).
I had forgotten how annoying it is to try and follow English spoken as a second language by eastern Europeans. It is horrifyingly annoying, not a single vowel is correct, all the syllables are bitten, all the words are chewed, after two hours of such treatment you get a headache (the documentary weighs at two hours and a half - they seem five). I had forgotten how annoying it is to watch amateurs speaking for the camera, jerking in all directions, swirling like leeches in water for no apparent reason but in fact desperately trying to ease the anxieties and terrors provoked by the happenstance that oh noes! recording! It's very, very annoying.
That aside, the theoretical basis of the documentary consists of some basic notions in representation theory. At the level of an introductory class (maybe even principal in a smaller university intended for the needs of the intellectually mediocre children of poor parents) they're perfectly acceptable. The Freudian-feminist-communist perspective probably would delight confused youths. A solid string of banalities, in the end, some fragmentary but present comprehension of partial truth, in sum a collection entirely sufficient for the mass market in this niche.
I won't bother to discuss them, I've neither the inclination nor the patience to retrace for the thousandth billionth time the revelations of sheep, enslobbered over the endless, forgotten generations. I will however underline the problems, because that's what amuses me.
Firstly, it must be pointed out that theoretical feminism is an exercise in imbecility. I understand that the evident, marked inferiority of the female gender, repeated q.s. during two to three millenia of cultural evolution yielded recently a sort of revolutionary travesty, in which we play-pretend that it ain't so, but on the contrary. I've nothing against the idea, it's even amusing, a little trollage hurt no one ever. Still, it may be worth pointing out that the idea is a) very, very tired already and b) always and everywhere a game. Nobody ever took it seriously. We've been pretending we're wearing socks on hands and gloves on feet a few moments, to see "how it is", to be free spirits and to take into consideration alternatives, we've played, we had fun. It's ok. But those who take play seriously are generally ridiculous, at thirteen or at thirty-three or fifty-three.
In the verbiage of the narrator the feministoid aberrations bother something fierce, perhaps because the theme is so serious as to put in a very, very cruel light the infantilisms of "limitations" of men and "desperation" to catch up to women etc. To be very plain : the only path to joy open to women involves men. The only raison d'etre of women is men. The converse does not hold, men can live for the world, or for abstractions, or for other men, or for women and their progeny or even for the self. Women can live for the self if they masculinize mentally to the point of autocastration, but can not live for anything else except for and through men.
The above, by the way, is not ideology and is not a theoretical proposition, it's not a sort of antifeminism, it's not a construct that could be put on the same footing as feminism and eventually compared to it. The above is a superstructure of feminism, with which feminism can never be compared in exactly the same way a random dream can not be compared "equally" with theoretical mechanics or string theoryi, and at the same time it is truth so raw and so banal in its immediate evidence so as to make it not worth arguing for or about, such being an exercise even more pathetic than feminism, which at least has that bit of ludic and homo artifex, "looky what great sandcastles we can make". Perhaps equally pathetic would be to sit at the entrance of a cave screaming "the echo doesn't exist" so that the echo doesn't exist.
Secondly, it must be pointed out that whosoever pretends to intellectual life and draws his structures of representation from Marx and seriously references Stalin is implicitly an imbecile, the approximative equivalent of an anthropologist who builds his research atop quotes from F. J. Gall, or an endocrinologist who states his diagnoses in humoral terms. Such may pass as a joke, a subversion, something Dali-esque, with chances of working among people subtle enough to take it as such. Otherwise it's ridiculous to the degree of sad, almost funebral, "here lies a brain fried on the spits of academic mediocrity".
Thirdly I wish to thickly underscore that the author is an idiot when it comes to pornography. Let it be plainly stated that stupid dualities of the ilk of "either emotion without exposing physiology, or else physiology without emotion", spoken with the airs of enunciating truths beyond the world sensible are so fucking ridiculous as to overwhelm words. The only reason porn screenplays are poor is because people don't bother, as they know there's no actresses capable of good work in porn, and this because a bunch of mediocre idiots and imbeciles, well represented by the mediocre idiot speaking, educated generations of women with this idea, ridiculous as it's stupid and besides false, that it's "bad" to expose their cunt in public.
Fortunately these idiocies died, killed precisely by the generation to which I take pride in belonging to. As such, good movies in which sexuality has its normal and deserved place, exposed in its entire nude mechanical physiology are starting to crop up. Soon enough the so-called "pornography" and the so-called "cinema" will fuse, and we will for the first time enjoy film in the proper sense (no, footage in which sexuality fails to appear represented through its physiology is not, nor could ever be a film, it's dumb pigfodder, useful at the most to illustrate the flaws of a troglodyte time, and of the troglodyte populations that moved it, limply).
In the fourth place I will insist on specifying just how much an imbecile one'd have to be to take something like Dogville seriously. That thing's an exercise, it means and exists strictly as homework, and can not be taken for a film. The author finds himself approximately in the position of a sculpture "conaisseur" trying to buy the fire extinguisher, or the depiction of evacuation routes in case of emergency. To flail your arms in a tizzy about how Dogville makes us feel who knows what and similar nonsense is, again, ridiculous. Fortunately this is the zenith of nonsense, and the rest of the discussion does not show equal selection and comprehension capacity.
Finally, the examples are poorly chosen, which is in the end the curse of any theoretician, where by "theoretician" we here mean an apprentice, brought to the blackboard by the professor to explain what he knows. The result will necessarily be an imbalanced picture of the subject matter, given that every disciple will speak of what he knows, and avoid what he didn't read, doesn't remember, hasn't comprehended and never understood. It might suffice for a PhD, but little else.
In short, it's an interesting documentary if you're entirely clueless in the field, and otherwise it can be a laugh, if you know your way around it. And if you're neither experts nor clueless, it is rather a dangerous object.
But as there's no gain without risk, I say go right ahead. There's certainly naught more you can lose besides your own life.
———A pun in Romanian, as coarda could mean chord and therefore string, but also whore. [↩]
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Wednesday, 23 November, Year 8 d.Tr.
The ideal Bitcoin wallet
I'm writing this down mostly to be used as a discussion basis / scratchpad by the tech minds in TMSR. It is publicly accessible for historical reasons, which doesn't automatically mean you have something to contribute to the discussion.i
A. Separation of cache and datastore functions. While it is true that without caching relevant transactions "simple"ii requirements such as "tell me how much I have" become O(N) (per address!), this is nevertheless no excuse to keep the two in the same file (and see below).
B. Textual representation. With some general reference to the broader topic of literacy (as opposed to symbology) amply discussed in the logsiii, there is no acceptable reason for the wallet data to be stored in any format that is not readily comprehensible, and editable. This means ASCIIiv, strictly.
C. Proper password space. Currently wallet passphrases are both weak and remarkable. The extant wallet encryption schemev has certain supposed strengthsvi and various weaknesses, both knownvii and unknown. The whole thing should be reviewed in all seriousness ; the password issue must be fixed in any case. A stand-alone wallet encrypter/decrypter/verifier is required so that people can check wallets with a tool that doesn't have the capability of emptying them at the same time.
D. Better support code and integration generally. The accounting functions as provided by Bitcoin code are a notorious laughingstock the shame therewhich will burn through the generations undulled. The current input selection process is idiotic to say the least. Absent a proper computed solution, the correct approach is the direct : inputs are selected in the order they are found in the wallet (which the user can modify to his heart's content, as per B above) up to the sum of the required outputs. Various other itemsviii.
It's about high time already, if the sorry state of PRB with its inept "we replaced BDB with LevelDB only to a) create bugs, unintentional forks and generally an unmaintainable mess ; and b) to still keep the BDB code for the wallet anyway" wasn't enough to make that point.
———Historical means what people will say long after you - our anonymous and therefore by then forgotten contemporary - will have finally disappeared without remainder. [↩]There could, and obviously there should, for which reason there won't be written entire books on the meaning of "simple" in extended worlds.
What is a "simple" expectation such as "we can resolve systems of equations" supposed mean in a properly multivariate world ? The "lesswrong" crowd of idiots may well proceed in their John Smith-esque manner, much like the country bumpkin harbors the "simple" expectation that he may slay dragons and figure out how to use the subway on the basis of his prior experience back home with trapping rabbits and finding his way to the outhouse. You however have no such excuse, not here at any rate.
Do you expect "simple" rules to hold forever, as some sort of token of a wholly imagined "deep connection" between you and "the universe" ? Are you an idiot ? [↩]22nd of July 2016 ; 24th of February 2016 ; 3rd of February 2016 ; 11th of January 2016 ; 29th of October 2015. You are expected to read these. [↩]And if it were stored as such, A wouldn't be much of a problem! Such is the power of correct design - that it protects you from "problems" which can't even exist in your space. Such is the curse of idiotic feelings - that they create problems entirely out of thin air.
Stop being women. It's unseemly, shameful and wicked in the eyes of the lordship. [↩]Create master key, encrypt it via AES-256-CBC on the basis of a key derived from a sha-2 (a version known-weak re preimage resistance for 57 rounds or fewer) and a number of rounds "derived from the speed of the machine" - often not over 60 for this reason! The individual privkeys are then encrypted to this master key through a dubious process. Various metadata is not itself encrypted. The code itself is not lengthy :
#include "crypter.h"#include "script.h"#include <string>#include <vector>#include <boost/foreach.hpp>#include <openssl/aes.h>#include <openssl/evp.h>bool CCrypter::SetKeyFromPassphrase(const SecureString& strKeyData, const std::vector<unsigned char>& chSalt, const unsigned int nRounds, const unsigned int nDerivationMethod){ if (nRounds < 1 || chSalt.size() != WALLET_CRYPTO_SALT_SIZE) return false; int i = 0; if (nDerivationMethod == 0) i = EVP_BytesToKey(EVP_aes_256_cbc(), EVP_sha512(), &chSalt[0], (unsigned char *)&strKeyData[0], strKeyData.size(), nRounds, chKey, chIV); if (i != (int)WALLET_CRYPTO_KEY_SIZE) { OPENSSL_cleanse(chKey, sizeof(chKey) ); OPENSSL_cleanse(chIV, sizeof(chIV) ); return false; } fKeySet = true; return true;}bool CCrypter::SetKey(const CKeyingMaterial& chNewKey, const std::vector<unsigned char>& chNewIV){ if (chNewKey.size() != WALLET_CRYPTO_KEY_SIZE || chNewIV.size() != WALLET_CRYPTO_KEY_SIZE) return false; memcpy(&chKey[0], &chNewKey[0], sizeof chKey); memcpy(&chIV[0], &chNewIV[0], sizeof chIV); fKeySet = true; return true;}bool CCrypter::Encrypt(const CKeyingMaterial& vchPlaintext, std::vector<unsigned char> &vchCiphertext){ if (!fKeySet) return false; // max ciphertext len for a n bytes of plaintext is // n + AES_BLOCK_SIZE - 1 bytes int nLen = vchPlaintext.size(); int nCLen = nLen + AES_BLOCK_SIZE, nFLen = 0; vchCiphertext = std::vector<unsigned char> (nCLen); EVP_CIPHER_CTX ctx; bool fOk = true; EVP_CIPHER_CTX_init(&ctx); if (fOk) fOk = EVP_EncryptInit_ex(&ctx, EVP_aes_256_cbc(), NULL, chKey, chIV); if (fOk) fOk = EVP_EncryptUpdate(&ctx, &vchCiphertext[0], &nCLen, &vchPlaintext[0], nLen); if (fOk) fOk = EVP_EncryptFinal_ex(&ctx, (&vchCiphertext[0])+nCLen, &nFLen); EVP_CIPHER_CTX_cleanup(&ctx); if (!fOk) return false; vchCiphertext.resize(nCLen + nFLen); return true;}bool CCrypter::Decrypt(const std::vector<unsigned char>& vchCiphertext, CKeyingMaterial& vchPlaintext){ if (!fKeySet) return false; // plaintext will always be equal to or lesser than length of ciphertext int nLen = vchCiphertext.size(); int nPLen = nLen, nFLen = 0; vchPlaintext = CKeyingMaterial(nPLen); EVP_CIPHER_CTX ctx; bool fOk = true; EVP_CIPHER_CTX_init(&ctx); if (fOk) fOk = EVP_DecryptInit_ex(&ctx, EVP_aes_256_cbc(), NULL, chKey, chIV); if (fOk) fOk = EVP_DecryptUpdate(&ctx, &vchPlaintext[0], &nPLen, &vchCiphertext[0], nLen); if (fOk) fOk = EVP_DecryptFinal_ex(&ctx, (&vchPlaintext[0])+nPLen, &nFLen); EVP_CIPHER_CTX_cleanup(&ctx); if (!fOk) return false; vchPlaintext.resize(nPLen + nFLen); return true;}bool EncryptSecret(const CKeyingMaterial& vMasterKey, const CKeyingMaterial &vchPlaintext, const uint256& nIV, std::vector<unsigned char> &vchCiphertext){ CCrypter cKeyCrypter; std::vector<unsigned char> chIV(WALLET_CRYPTO_KEY_SIZE); memcpy(&chIV[0], &nIV, WALLET_CRYPTO_KEY_SIZE); if(!cKeyCrypter.SetKey(vMasterKey, chIV) ) return false; return cKeyCrypter.Encrypt(*( (const CKeyingMaterial*)&vchPlaintext), vchCiphertext);}bool DecryptSecret(const CKeyingMaterial& vMasterKey, const std::vector<unsigned char>& vchCiphertext, const uint256& nIV, CKeyingMaterial& vchPlaintext){ CCrypter cKeyCrypter; std::vector<unsigned char> chIV(WALLET_CRYPTO_KEY_SIZE); memcpy(&chIV[0], &nIV, WALLET_CRYPTO_KEY_SIZE); if(!cKeyCrypter.SetKey(vMasterKey, chIV) ) return false; return cKeyCrypter.Decrypt(vchCiphertext, *( (CKeyingMaterial*)&vchPlaintext) );}bool CCryptoKeyStore::SetCrypted(){ LOCK(cs_KeyStore); if (fUseCrypto) return true; if (!mapKeys.empty() ) return false; fUseCrypto = true; return true;}bool CCryptoKeyStore::Lock(){ if (!SetCrypted() ) return false; { LOCK(cs_KeyStore); vMasterKey.clear(); } NotifyStatusChanged(this); return true;}bool CCryptoKeyStore::Unlock(const CKeyingMaterial& vMasterKeyIn){ { LOCK(cs_KeyStore); if (!SetCrypted() ) return false; CryptedKeyMap::const_iterator mi = mapCryptedKeys.begin(); for (; mi != mapCryptedKeys.end(); ++mi) { const CPubKey &vchPubKey = (*mi).second.first; const std::vector<unsigned char> &vchCryptedSecret = (*mi).second.second; CKeyingMaterial vchSecret; if(!DecryptSecret(vMasterKeyIn, vchCryptedSecret, vchPubKey.GetHash(), vchSecret) ) return false; if (vchSecret.size() != 32) return false; CKey key; key.Set(vchSecret.begin(), vchSecret.end(), vchPubKey.IsCompressed() ); if (key.GetPubKey() == vchPubKey) break; return false; } vMasterKey = vMasterKeyIn; } NotifyStatusChanged(this); return true;}bool CCryptoKeyStore::AddKeyPubKey(const CKey& key, const CPubKey &pubkey){ { LOCK(cs_KeyStore); if (!IsCrypted() ) return CBasicKeyStore::AddKeyPubKey(key, pubkey); if (IsLocked() ) return false; std::vector<unsigned char> vchCryptedSecret; CKeyingMaterial vchSecret(key.begin(), key.end() ); if (!EncryptSecret(vMasterKey, vchSecret, pubkey.GetHash(), vchCryptedSecret) ) return false; if (!AddCryptedKey(pubkey, vchCryptedSecret) ) return false; } return true;}bool CCryptoKeyStore::AddCryptedKey(const CPubKey &vchPubKey, const std::vector<unsigned char> &vchCryptedSecret){ { LOCK(cs_KeyStore); if (!SetCrypted() ) return false; mapCryptedKeys[vchPubKey.GetID()] = make_pair(vchPubKey, vchCryptedSecret); } return true;}bool CCryptoKeyStore::GetKey(const CKeyID &address, CKey& keyOut) const{ { LOCK(cs_KeyStore); if (!IsCrypted() ) return CBasicKeyStore::GetKey(address, keyOut); CryptedKeyMap::const_iterator mi = mapCryptedKeys.find(address); if (mi != mapCryptedKeys.end() ) { const CPubKey &vchPubKey = (*mi).second.first; const std::vector<unsigned char> &vchCryptedSecret = (*mi).second.second; CKeyingMaterial vchSecret; if (!DecryptSecret(vMasterKey, vchCryptedSecret, vchPubKey.GetHash(), vchSecret) ) return false; if (vchSecret.size() != 32) return false; keyOut.Set(vchSecret.begin(), vchSecret.end(), vchPubKey.IsCompressed() ); return true; } } return false;}bool CCryptoKeyStore::GetPubKey(const CKeyID &address, CPubKey& vchPubKeyOut) const{ { LOCK(cs_KeyStore); if (!IsCrypted() ) return CKeyStore::GetPubKey(address, vchPubKeyOut); CryptedKeyMap::const_iterator mi = mapCryptedKeys.find(address); if (mi != mapCryptedKeys.end() ) { vchPubKeyOut = (*mi).second.first; return true; } } return false;}bool CCryptoKeyStore::EncryptKeys(CKeyingMaterial& vMasterKeyIn){ { LOCK(cs_KeyStore); if (!mapCryptedKeys.empty() || IsCrypted() ) return false; fUseCrypto = true; BOOST_FOREACH(KeyMap::value_type& mKey, mapKeys) { const CKey &key = mKey.second; CPubKey vchPubKey = key.GetPubKey(); CKeyingMaterial vchSecret(key.begin(), key.end() ); std::vector<unsigned char> vchCryptedSecret; if (!EncryptSecret(vMasterKeyIn, vchSecret, vchPubKey.GetHash(), vchCryptedSecret) ) return false; if (!AddCryptedKey(vchPubKey, vchCryptedSecret) ) return false; } mapKeys.clear(); } return true;}
Many eyes, right ? [↩]There is no way currently known to bruteforce an encrypted wallet.dat file. [↩]Metadata not encrypted ; rounds may be insufficient ; individual private key to master key encryption may be weak ; AES is suspicious by its NIST-nature ; passphrases are weaker than their size naively promises, and readily recognized in a string dump. [↩]Modularity for instance might be a good idea, there's no reason for a third party to know what exact encryption scheme any end user employs for his wallet. [↩]
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Saturday, 30 July, Year 8 d.Tr.
The Huswife at the ATM
Lest the various articles on Argentina (such as the most recent, or any other) leave you with the mistaken impression that this country is peculiarly stupid, I'll translate a piece from 2010 below, to show that Romania is absolutely no better.
May Jehova, Buddha and Tnuvai protect you, dear readers and readerettes, from falling into needing to use hereabouts in Romania such services as make the comfort and ease of life in civilised countries such as for instance Romania isn't (yet, say some). Such as for instance, the ATM.
The idea behind the ATM is that it's worth it to expend a lot of time and effort building a small safe with a little robot captive inside that'll give out money to people through a tiny crack. Even if it has to be armored, and guarded, and fed electricity and money, for which purposes there must be developed and maintained whole logistical networks, and even if it has to be now and again fixed, and there's need of an informatic system to keep track, which has to be secured also, and cards with magnetic strips on them and so forth.
It's worth doing all this, says the doctrine, to save people time, their most valuable possession, for it makes up their life, at the end of which she of the scythe will not refund not a minute nor a second of all the time you've wasted pointlessly while still young and it seemed there's plenty, not to mention it flows too slowly. Nothing, irrespective of prayers and hot tears. Then it'll be too late.
Afore it being too late it is however too early, and so the Romanian huswife protests with her whole being, with every fiber of her body in full process of delasareii, against this novelty that might save time. How is such thing! Anathema!
From up on the pointy heels she's not yet endured to renounce, even if they lost a little height, with a child or a whole sheepfold's worth of them pulling on her breeches, with a handbag enough to hide a smaller hippopotamus and extra a pair of plastic bags with brands painted on but otherwise filled with borscht weeds, the huswife does not manage to let go of her previous status of desired good kitty, nor insert herself in the social status that awaits gloating on the timeslide - of rubicond fat coil frame, hair painted chemical red and herself covered in those strange dressing gowns worn by the pre-crones around these parts, a sort of curtain deux-pieces.
And she begins to stuff the card, and backwards and upside down and sideways and anyways, just not the way it'd manage to fit, you'd say she's left with sequelae from her amorous-conjugal encounters. Notwithstanding it being drawn on the window of the thing, for purposes of aiding the socially handicapped, how the card should enter the machinery. Notwithstanding that being a parallelepiped (however marginally), it has no more than 6 faces (of which, logically, no more than 4 could count, god forbid she starts trying to stick the thing in facing the written part ?!), nevertheless a minimum of 12 tries are required.
After which, the card must be taken out and re-introduced a certain number of times. For instance, seventy three. The citizen waiting after the Romanian huswife has time to go all the way to town, pay his taxesiii, leave various official papers in various offices and orifices, and return, finding her still there, just about done with the 73rd ablution.
After which. Misfortune! The machine makes the fatal mistake of asking for something. Disaster! The PIN! What is the PIN! Search in the handbag, search in the other bags, search the children in the asshole. The PIN is naught. In the head it's not sought, for let's be frank, it wouldn't make any sense. Take the card out of the machine, because the PIN finds itself written in marker under some Scotch tape glued to it. What ? That's where it's safest, she can't lose it.iv
She sticks the card back in, tries to test the PIN... it's forgotten! So she takes it back out and writes it on the fucking wall, right next to the machine. Tries the PIN again, types it in wrongly. It's right under her very eyes as for instance 6451. She writes is 6541. Doesn't work. Takes the card out, puts it back in again. Tries again, maybe that's why it didn't work : 6541. What "why" ? The why that she hadn't tried twice, to let the machine see she's firmly decided.
Still no go. She'd take it out and stick it back in at least a further three endless infinity times, but fortunately the bank people caught on and made the rule that if you fuck up the PIN entry three times in a row they take your toy away and you have to go home without money. This resulted in two months of high pitch scandal from those huswives which, according to their own delcarations, were waylaid on the street by gangs of ATMs, taking their cards out of their purses to be swallowed whole while the poor darlings were passing by peacibly and without intention in front of rape machine. It's unclear how the poor ATM managed to find anything, such as for instance a card, in their handbag. Fortunately, after two months the esteemed ladies died of inanition in corners and public parks, so the problem was resolved partially : through natural selection, only the huswives that put in the PIN a finite number of times remained to multiply. Which they did, taking the place of their sisters murdered by the evil of banking, but keeping forever the distinctive mark, transmitted through genetics rather than culture or education, of not fucking around with the PIN. But outside of that, nothing but idiocy, one more embroidered than the next.
And here finally that moment, when the machine prints the balance, and asks what you will of it.
Generally it prints out 0, and the huswife grabs the bags, handbags and handchitlins and goes home. Something she could have done two hours earlier at the very least, of course, but why eschew using the amusement park placed with so much gusto at your disposal by this modern version of a multilaterally developedv society ?
Looky this is how time flows, and Romania progresses, slowly-slowly, like molasses flowing, on the lengthy drum of transformation to becomingvi, of constructing a society of the future, in which the new man lives eternal and does exactly nothing with that whole eternity.
Vivat!
PS. Let it be noted however, to not bring upon our heads suspicion of ill will, that in rare instances, maybe one of ten, the huswife goes on victorious with a sum between twenty and eighty five leivii at the end of these operations, which makes the average processed amount average about a quarter over its physical cost.
———Some shitty margerine trying at the time to penetrate the Romanian consumer market, for which purpose they naively allocated a 1% or somesuch of the budget for "online advertising", which got mostly embezzled by one of the dickheaded "agencies" "specializing" in such and as a result every (~=four) "relevant" Romanian blogs suddenly started discussing this topic, with all the stylistic refinement you can expect [out of the exact equivalent of Russian raw recruits, except even more culturally marginal]. It was a hysterical display, which made the enumeration very funny, in its time and place. [↩]This is an intraductible Romanian word no language can do without. It denotes negligence, in the direct. Etymologically, it comes very transparently off the same stem that gave lassitude in English. Importantly however, and actual usage in the context here, is its gravitational, female-body-and-other-pastes implications. Delasare is what happens inside the tits that used to be oh so firm at 17 and are now oh so low the question as to whether one should wear a bra or not is decided by whether it rained recently enough for the soil to be muddy. [↩]In Romania, especially at the time, this was a scandalous point due to the insane procedres creating DMV-level queues. Maybe it's changed, no idea. [↩]In the sense that if she were to lose it, she'd lose it with the card and then she'd report "having lost the card", ie, not specifically the PIN. Therefore it literally and absolutely can not be lost. See ?
This is the glory of an old country with an old language with well stratified imbecility. [↩]It's what the communists used to call it, back when they were doing the exact same thing. [↩]The construction's not traducible, not to mention not likely to amuse you unless you're well versed in Filosofie. [↩]Five to about twenty-something dollars. [↩]
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Category: Rautati si Mizerii
Monday, 08 August, Year 8 d.Tr.
The Huswife at the ATM
Lest the various articles on Argentina (such as the most recent, or any other) leave you with the mistaken impression that this country is peculiarly stupid, I'll translate a piece from 2010 below, to show that Romania is absolutely no better.
May Jehova, Buddha and Tnuvai protect you, dear readers and readerettes, from falling into needing to use hereabouts in Romania such services as make the comfort and ease of life in civilised countries such as for instance Romania isn't (yet, say some). Such as for instance, the ATM.
The idea behind the ATM is that it's worth it to expend a lot of time and effort building a small safe with a little robot captive inside that'll give out money to people through a tiny crack. Even if it has to be armored, and guarded, and fed electricity and money, for which purposes there must be developed and maintained whole logistical networks, and even if it has to be now and again fixed, and there's need of an informatic system to keep track, which has to be secured also, and cards with magnetic strips on them and so forth.
It's worth doing all this, says the doctrine, to save people time, their most valuable possession, for it makes up their life, at the end of which she of the scythe will not refund not a minute nor a second of all the time you've wasted pointlessly while still young and it seemed there's plenty, not to mention it flows too slowly. Nothing, irrespective of prayers and hot tears. Then it'll be too late.
Afore it being too late it is however too early, and so the Romanian huswife protests with her whole being, with every fiber of her body in full process of delasareii, against this novelty that might save time. How is such thing! Anathema!
From up on the pointy heels she's not yet endured to renounce, even if they lost a little height, with a child or a whole sheepfold's worth of them pulling on her breeches, with a handbag enough to hide a smaller hippopotamus and extra a pair of plastic bags with brands painted on but otherwise filled with borscht weeds, the huswife does not manage to let go of her previous status of desired good kitty, nor insert herself in the social status that awaits gloating on the timeslide - of rubicond fat coil frame, hair painted chemical red and herself covered in those strange dressing gowns worn by the pre-crones around these parts, a sort of curtain deux-pieces.
And she begins to stuff the card, and backwards and upside down and sideways and anyways, just not the way it'd manage to fit, you'd say she's left with sequelae from her amorous-conjugal encounters. Notwithstanding it being drawn on the window of the thing, for purposes of aiding the socially handicapped, how the card should enter the machinery. Notwithstanding that being a parallelepiped (however marginally), it has no more than 6 faces (of which, logically, no more than 4 could count, god forbid she starts trying to stick the thing in facing the written part ?!), nevertheless a minimum of 12 tries are required.
After which, the card must be taken out and re-introduced a certain number of times. For instance, seventy three. The citizen waiting after the Romanian huswife has time to go all the way to town, pay his taxesiii, leave various official papers in various offices and orifices, and return, finding her still there, just about done with the 73rd ablution.
After which. Misfortune! The machine makes the fatal mistake of asking for something. Disaster! The PIN! What is the PIN! Search in the handbag, search in the other bags, search the children in the asshole. The PIN is naught. In the head it's not sought, for let's be frank, it wouldn't make any sense. Take the card out of the machine, because the PIN finds itself written in marker under some Scotch tape glued to it. What ? That's where it's safest, she can't lose it.iv
She sticks the card back in, tries to test the PIN... it's forgotten! So she takes it back out and writes it on the fucking wall, right next to the machine. Tries the PIN again, types it in wrongly. It's right under her very eyes as for instance 6451. She writes is 6541. Doesn't work. Takes the card out, puts it back in again. Tries again, maybe that's why it didn't work : 6541. What "why" ? The why that she hadn't tried twice, to let the machine see she's firmly decided.
Still no go. She'd take it out and stick it back in at least a further three endless infinity times, but fortunately the bank people caught on and made the rule that if you fuck up the PIN entry three times in a row they take your toy away and you have to go home without money. This resulted in two months of high pitch scandal from those huswives which, according to their own delcarations, were waylaid on the street by gangs of ATMs, taking their cards out of their purses to be swallowed whole while the poor darlings were passing by peacibly and without intention in front of rape machine. It's unclear how the poor ATM managed to find anything, such as for instance a card, in their handbag. Fortunately, after two months the esteemed ladies died of inanition in corners and public parks, so the problem was resolved partially : through natural selection, only the huswives that put in the PIN a finite number of times remained to multiply. Which they did, taking the place of their sisters murdered by the evil of banking, but keeping forever the distinctive mark, transmitted through genetics rather than culture or education, of not fucking around with the PIN. But outside of that, nothing but idiocy, one more embroidered than the next.
And here finally that moment, when the machine prints the balance, and asks what you will of it.
Generally it prints out 0, and the huswife grabs the bags, handbags and handchitlins and goes home. Something she could have done two hours earlier at the very least, of course, but why eschew using the amusement park placed with so much gusto at your disposal by this modern version of a multilaterally developedv society ?
Looky this is how time flows, and Romania progresses, slowly-slowly, like molasses flowing, on the lengthy drum of transformation to becomingvi, of constructing a society of the future, in which the new man lives eternal and does exactly nothing with that whole eternity.
Vivat!
PS. Let it be noted however, to not bring upon our heads suspicion of ill will, that in rare instances, maybe one of ten, the huswife goes on victorious with a sum between twenty and eighty five leivii at the end of these operations, which makes the average processed amount average about a quarter over its physical cost.
———Some shitty margerine trying at the time to penetrate the Romanian consumer market, for which purpose they naively allocated a 1% or somesuch of the budget for "online advertising", which got mostly embezzled by one of the dickheaded "agencies" "specializing" in such and as a result every (~=four) "relevant" Romanian blogs suddenly started discussing this topic, with all the stylistic refinement you can expect [out of the exact equivalent of Russian raw recruits, except even more culturally marginal]. It was a hysterical display, which made the enumeration very funny, in its time and place. [↩]This is an intraductible Romanian word no language can do without. It denotes negligence, in the direct. Etymologically, it comes very transparently off the same stem that gave lassitude in English. Importantly however, and actual usage in the context here, is its gravitational, female-body-and-other-pastes implications. Delasare is what happens inside the tits that used to be oh so firm at 17 and are now oh so low the question as to whether one should wear a bra or not is decided by whether it rained recently enough for the soil to be muddy. [↩]In Romania, especially at the time, this was a scandalous point due to the insane procedres creating DMV-level queues. Maybe it's changed, no idea. [↩]In the sense that if she were to lose it, she'd lose it with the card and then she'd report "having lost the card", ie, not specifically the PIN. Therefore it literally and absolutely can not be lost. See ?
This is the glory of an old country with an old language with well stratified imbecility. [↩]It's what the communists used to call it, back when they were doing the exact same thing. [↩]The construction's not traducible, not to mention not likely to amuse you unless you're well versed in Filosofie. [↩]Five to about twenty-something dollars. [↩]
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Category: Rautati si Mizerii
Monday, 08 August, Year 8 d.Tr.
The humiliation intensifies
"Today's Tuesday, all your friends are in PE just about now... come to think about it so are you, huh! Huh-huh-huh."
The anchor's voice had the gruff undertones of a steroid abuser, and his chuckle all the markings of mindlessness. Mike Judge might well have hired him.
"It went viral you know, that's what they call it. Every dude in town is gonna come over, I bet you there's dudes all the way out in Pikesville and Rosedale making up stories to tell their wives right now.
Oh honey, Jim's just texted me that I left my tyre iron in his lunch box, Ima run over and get it.
Then the wife lifts just one eyebrow and doesn't bother to voice her surprise that he even knows what a tyre iron is, last time he had a flat tyre they had to wait for the crew an hour and a half. And wasted the ballet tickets. Then he jumps in the sedan and skids all the way over here!"
She hummed a tune to herself, solidly anchored by him, stretched flesh pulsating to the barely visible rythm they call the pulse. He went on, and on, and on, droning indistinctly about things she might have otherwise recognized.
"... I bet you're pregnant by now. How many was it, did you even count ? I guess you'd have to be good at math for that, huh. Figure it out, you'll be the only one that doesn't make up a number because she doesn't like the real one. You'll be making it up because you simply have no idea..."
... with that many gallons of jizz up your snatch, if you're not pregnant by now there's definitely something wrong with you, isn't..."
The pulsing continued, the pendulation continued, the pullulation drew on. Maybe he was right, maybe every guy in town plus all of suburbia was coming over. Maybe it all came already. Twice.
"... maybe your Dad shows up. Or your annoying younger brother, Dennis. Jeez what a..."
She held on tight to the back of his shaved head, as he dangled her ass back and forth. Jeez reverberated through her mind, back and forth in the space between the ears. Jeez. Jeez. Jeez.
"... but the funny part is, they probably wouldn't even know who it was, you know ? Not like any of these guys look at your face, have you noticed ? They'd go back home like nothing happened, because of course for them nothing has, and then next week or whenever you'd show up and they'd have no idea. But you'd think about how they felt inside, wouldn't you. If you can even still feel anything, that is..."
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Category: Prz arhscrt
Wednesday, 13 July, Year 8 d.Tr.
The Grifters
The Griftersi is a very strange piece of utter nonsense which for some reason proeminently credits Martin Scorsese notwithstanding he's not perceptibly involved.
Anjelica Huston can't act. She was ok in that thing with the disembodied hand, playing approximately the role of a surrogate Cher, a brunette with sunken cheeks whose only role in life is to throw you long glances from under her lowered brow. She's deeply incompetent otherwise, and entirely useless for any serious purpose.
This however isn't much of a concern, as her character makes absolutely no sense in the first place. Imagine, if you will, a "grifter" who "works for the mob" in the obvious capacity of a runnerii - a construction quite like floor washers with delusions of "upper class". She had a child when she was 14, which nobody knows about, somehow. Because many 14 year olds have the resources to handle their offspring in the first place, and so it is quite common for a 14 year old to also have spare resources to put towards the suppression of this information. You know, sort of like the pregnant cat who, not content to deliver by itself, also builds a magical machine to erase your memory, so you don't even recall it being pregnant. This happens all the time, neh ? (Do you recall your cat ever being pregnant ?)iii
John Cusack just sits there, a sort of younger Hugh Grant.
Annette Bening is absolutely fabulous, to see this woman that created the definitive Hillary Rodham Clinton in American Beautyiv also create an exceptional ditz with a secret that turns out she's just fucking insane - it's a treat. For some inexplicable reason they put fake stones in superbly wrought platinum, but hey. It's called Tinseltown for a reason.
Have a drink before you attempt watching this. If it's spiked all the better.
———1990, by Stephen Frears, with Anjelica Huston, John Cusack, Annette Bening. [↩]Amusingly enough, there's a cameo appearance in which a guy explains that a grifter has trouble forming partnerships. How they reconcile this with employment is anyone's guess.
Moreover, her role as a runner is nonsensical in the first place. She gets money and information from a guy ; and is supposed to bring money to that guy. Yet somehow she can "skim" and there's a whole minute of canned dialogue on the topic (none of which makes any sense whatsoever). How would this work, exactly, the "mob" can't do math ?
Then there's a gratuitously stupid scene in which the "bad guy" "mob" dood is established. The problem with it isn't exactly that it has no legs to stand on - it wouldn't stand any better on its head, or on the side. It literally is an Escherian object, an item that can not be stood up on any side. Which I suppose is quite the performance. [↩]The plot is entirely full of holes. Picking another random example, her son proposes to her that she has to go straight because "his money won't last forever" and "if she ever comes next to a track, Bobo's men". As if somehow this Bobo is permanent (I'd be much surprised if he lasts five years) and ubiquitous. Really, like what, he got some California-like doods in London ? Paris ? Hong Kong ? Oh, wait, those places don't exist, the whole world is a soup bowl and the rim is called mexico except for the parts that are called canada. Great!
O-oooo-oooer theee laaaaa-aaa-aaand o' deeee freeeee an' deeee hoo-ooo-ooo-m' o' deeee braa-aaaa-veeeee! [↩]Seriously now, "I will win this presidency today! Did Donald Trump ever strip down to bra and panties and meth-clean some random house ? LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT ENERGY!!!1" [↩]
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Category: Trilematograf
Sunday, 02 October, Year 8 d.Tr.
The greatly anticipated BitBet (S.BBET) February 2016 Statement
Operational results
Received 15 new propositions, of which accepted 5, rejected 10.
Total bets in: 306, worth 290.50653964 BTC.
Revenue : 1.0513254i BTC, of which :
bets resolved : 0.56355630ii BTC
fees from refunds : 0.00010000 BTC
advertising : 0.1 BTC
house bets won : 0.38766910iii
gracious donations to shareholders : 0.0 BTC
Expenditure : 18.59779756, of which :
referrals paid : 0.01377244 BTC
house bets made : 0.50000000 BTC
Hosting : 0.13636363 BTC
Cost of doing business in Bitcoiniv : 17.94766149 BTC
Taxv, 0.0 BTC
Profit : 17.54647216 BTCvi.
Miscellaneous
One of Bitbet's worst months.
———Only 90% drop from last month heh. [↩]56.35563019 BTC total pool resolved this month. [↩]0.60000000 BTC worth of house bets were resolved during the current month. [↩]We suffered at the hands of the mining cartel, as announced in the logs and detailed on Qntra.
Here's a transcript of the last board meeting on this matter, a few hours earlier :
mircea_popescu http://dpaste.com/25YHD1C.txt
kakobrekla i think that publishing raw tx so people can rebroadcast solves this in a much better way, it also keeps all the transparency and is not over-engineered to inconsistency
mircea_popescu how'd that go ?
kakobrekla upon payment of the bet the signed tx is published on bitbet - actually this should ideally be done even if there is no issues with tx broadcasting as formal evidence of payout
mircea_popescu so basically you add a box on the site for this, and i add the "get raw tx back to bitbet" in admin workflow ?
kakobrekla correct, i would add a box in the admin to enter raw txes that would get published for the users to see. then no one can go around claiming "why has this not been paid" etc
mircea_popescu does this come with an absolute guarantee that i am not responsible for anything past raw tx, and if it never gets included, bettor is out the money, because i will not under any circumstances repay it ?
kakobrekla as long as you dont spend those inputs for another payout - in case it doesnt get included
mircea_popescu and how the fuck will i guarantee this ? as long as i don't spend those inputs in a ~reasonable timeframe~, which must be given explicitly.
kakobrekla that would probably work
mircea_popescu (and even with all this - prepare yourself for the "i was scammed by bitbet because miners suck" threads all over reddit. all this does is practically sink bitbet, imo.). i grant you, much easier to implement.
kakobrekla reddit sink bitbet ? is this mp im speaking to?
mircea_popescu not fucking reddit. think about it for a minute. all they actually need to do is just keep delaying us. then competitor pops up, not being delayed. we just lost betting. for the sake of "hey, needs not much coding" we're basically giving the betting market to miners. best outcome as far as they're concerned. not enough they get to pick and choose who transacts bitcoin, now we're empowering them to decide who's gonna be bitbet ?
kakobrekla not only needs not much coding, its the right thing to do. else i just hide all inputs and address until bet paid out. same thing basically.
mircea_popescu can you explain that past simple pronouncements. "right thing to do", "overengineered into inconsistency", this dun on its own mean much. needs the whole chain of reasoning.
kakobrekla the right thing to do is to prove your payment in an explicit way.
mircea_popescu except "prove your payment" means different things to different people. we're so far "proving check is in the mail". ok. so ? i wouldn't accept it as proof of payment for mpex. for that matter, we don't accept that for bitbet. why should bettor have to accept "here is raw tx". bitch, i gave you btc not "raw tx"
kakobrekla way better than what we have now. which is nothing.
mircea_popescu "better than shit" is how we ended up with "core".
kakobrekla rawtx is the ultimate proof of payment which is also usable in a sense it can be rebroadcast. anyway lunch time.
mircea_popescu afaik the only proof of payment is block inclusion.
kakobrekla say you use sepa and send someone some euros via that and his bank goes under - your proof of payment is to his bank, not that he has withdrawn. bbl
mircea_popescu fiat is insured. completely orthogonal discussion.
kakobrekla tell that to the bank customers that get diddly squat
mircea_popescu really, bolting on a discussion of fiat banking in here is nonsense. we'll never be through with it, and besides it's asymmetrical - i've sued more banks than you.
kakobrekla anyway as far as i can see bbet survived delayed payouts for weeks without longterm consequences
mircea_popescu hence the 6 to 60 in there.
kakobrekla mircea_popescu> afaik the only proof of payment is block inclusion. < we already established you cant guarantee that unless you have a pool. so the next best thing will do for practical purpose.
mircea_popescu we haven't established such. the options are "1. guarantee inclusion for public txn - needs pool" OR "2. keep txn secret - needs nothing". i notice you don't even wish to discuss 2, but this does not make it go away. the qntra commenter does have a point - bitcoin is designed to work with secret txn, not with public txn.
kakobrekla i discussed it, [15:16:41] kakobrekla else i just hide all inputs and address until bet paid out
mircea_popescu so basically take out 1.1-1.3 and just keep the sha ?
kakobrekla but then we lose 'what made bbet bbet'
mircea_popescu motherfucker.
kakobrekla we become fairlay.
mircea_popescu this is perhaps the most unpleasant thing i encountered since bitcoin. anyway, here's the thing : doing your thing is easy and can be done fast. mine, not. doing your thing does not prevent us from doing mine later, or whatever. so, logically - let's do your thing and see how it plays out. who knows, maybe the past few days put the fear of god in them.
kakobrekla correct
mircea_popescu i wll need something like 2-3 days to update the payment process. i think it's something like that.
kakobrekla no rush.
Bear in mind that Bitcoin always was and to this day remains not ready for prime time, which specifically means that it is not a mature or even reliably usable (or even extant, because no, code is not protocol - admitting for the sake of argument that the miserable rat's nest of crap spread on hairballs currently run by ~everyone can even be called "code" in any meaningful sense) payment protocol, that the cost of doing business in Bitcoin can not be evaluated prospectively but only measured retrospectively and that in general you should have no hopes and form no expectations of anything Bitcoin related working in any particular manner, within any specific interval or within any definite budget. It's how it is. [↩]Owed to Bitcoin's Sovereign. [↩]Bitbet, of course, holds no assets and consequently should in principle be dissolved on the first loss month. Nevertheless, I am floating its negative cash balance free of charge, with a view of being defrayed from future profits. This line of credit carries seniority above that of shareholders and below that of bettors. [↩]
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Monday, 07 March, Year 8 d.Tr.
The great "law enforcement" article
Pursuant to discussion in the forum, and earlier subject-matter, here's a list of the various legal items spammed to (one) inbox in the past few yeari :
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This is for your manager.
It is regarding my recent purchase from polimedia.us.
Thank you
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Obviously, there does not exist such thing as a "purchase from polimedia.us", recent or otherwise, but who's going to be impeded by reality! If you claim it, then it's true!
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Subject: Important information about your LinkedIn account
Notice of Data Breach
You may have heard reports recently about a security issue involving LinkedIn. We
would like to make sure you have the facts about what happened, what information was
involved, and the steps we are taking to help protect you.
What Happened?
On May 17, 2016, we became aware that data stolen from LinkedIn in 2012 was being
made available online. This was not a new security breach or hack. We took
immediate steps to invalidate the passwords of all LinkedIn accounts that we
believed might be at risk. These were accounts created prior to the 2012 breach
that had not reset their passwords since that breach.
What Information Was Involved?
Member email addresses, hashed passwords, and LinkedIn member IDs (an internal
identifier LinkedIn assigns to each member profile) from 2012.
What We Are Doing
We invalidated passwords of all LinkedIn accounts created prior to the 2012 breach
that had not reset their passwords since that breach. In addition, we are using
automated tools to attempt to identify and block any suspicious activity that might
occur on LinkedIn accounts. We are also actively engaging with law enforcement
authorities.
LinkedIn has taken significant steps to strengthen account security since 2012. For
example, we now use salted hashes to store passwords and enable additional account
security by offering our members the option to use two-step verification.
What You Can Do
We have several dedicated teams working diligently to ensure that the information
members entrust to LinkedIn remains secure. While we do all we can, we always
suggest that our members visit our Safety Center to learn about enabling two-step
verification, and implementing strong passwords in order to keep their accounts as
safe as possible. We recommend that you regularly change your LinkedIn password and
if you use the same or similar passwords on other online services, we recommend you
set new passwords on those accounts as well.
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This'd be a lot better if I actually had a linkedin account. Fortunately, I do not, but who's going to be impeded by reality! Linkedin could buy Saudi Unicornia!
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Notice of appearance,
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Notice of appearance,
Hereby you are informed that you are due in the court of Houston
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You are kindly asked to prepare and bring the documents relating to
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Notice of appearance,
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You have to appear in the Court on the April 26.
Please, do not forget to bring all the documents related to the case.
Note: The case will be heard by the judge in your absence if you do not come.
You can find the Court Notice is in the attachment.
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The State Court of Keith Cooper, Thompson Bell et all, isn't that cute. Note that they do use just about the same format ; but do not come from the same infrastructure. What this hints at, to the trained eye at least, is that these are sold as "packages" to idiots on "underground" forums. A sort of advanced script kiddery for infantile adults.
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Notice to Appear,
This is to inform you to appear in the Court on the May 25 for your case hearing.
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As a general rule, service via the Internet works exclusively within the WoT : if you're registered with deedbot, and then only, may you use the Internet for service. Nobody can reasonably be expected to sift through the deluge of pompous crapolade to distinguish the self-important court of Barack Bahamas the laughingstock from the self-styled court of Keith Cooper, the imaginary character.
The direct incentive for the existence of all this crapolade is that people are irresponsible enough to allow Microsoft to continue existing ; and those self-same people are irresponsible enough to "employ", as they like to misrepresent charity, cubical monkeys ; and that those self-same people actually give actual money in the hands of the cubical monkeys.
Wake up to your responsibilities as a thinking human being, today. It is unconscionable that subhumans devoid of the capacity for thought (also known as "progressives") be allowed near computing hardware ; or be allowed to hold any moneys or make any decisions. They are here to be raped and slaughtered for crying out loud, not to go around pretending like they're citizens, like they may wear clothes, drive cars, or read email.
Time to put an end to all that nonsense already. But meanwhile - if you intend to be using the Internet for any serious purpose, get in the WoT.
———Not in historical order ; not exhaustive list. [↩]
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Friday, 27 May, Year 8 d.Tr.
The Nice Guys
The Nice Guysi is an ideologically correctii exercise in surrealism for cause of incompetence.
It's hard to sort these in order, but it would seem to me the most incompetent are the female actresses. None of them can read.
The script is also terribad. Fifth-best in the screenplay writing class at the local community college in a rural locale sort of bad.
Russel Crowe speaks throughout in this Bogart-wannabe voice, which is almost as good as if he could act.
I watched this (unjustifiably lengthy) thing over three installments, because it kept putting me to sleep. I heartily recommend it for this purpose.
PS. Nothing substantial has changed in the intellectual space of the ideologically-correct USGistan productions. Sex is still this scary thing, the police is still this angels-on-earth deux ex machina mechanism, vote Reagan to make america great again.
———2016, by Shane Black, with Russel Crowe, Ryan Gosling. [↩]Next 5-year-plan "we" will all be running electric cars etc. [↩]
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Friday, 30 September, Year 8 d.Tr.
The Good Book of Progrethics and Moralssive Behaviour
I. For Women.
There are no rules for Women as such. Inasmuch as they don't contradict the other rules in this Good Book, Women are at liberty to come up with their own rules, either through introspection, the review of the great Women writers of history, advice from their mentors and peers, observation of nature scl. Be they more explicit or more implicit, simpler or more complex, rather abstract or relatively practical, whatever rules Women come up with for guiding their Own behaviour as well as that of Society generally are good by that very fact alone.
II. For men.
Monday, 31 October, Year 8 d.Tr.
The Fagspital
The Fagspital is yet another humour establishment supported by the public budget. Its inner functioning is no longer the secret it once was, but nevertheless the reader may perhaps appreciate a run down of its operation in the broadest strokes, from a lay-man perspective.
The faggot's visit to the Fagspital starts in the triage room, where he queues with the other fags to go before the head nurse. He is to be accompanied by his wife ; they must each carry photo ID as well as the marriage certificate, which must be at least one year old. After verifying the items the nurse takes them through a purpose-built questionnaire and marks down the respective information. At this point the Fagspital's website receives - in a dedicated if public section - yet another update : the personal treatment page of yet another faggot. Friends and family, as well as her ex-boyfriends, his middle school nemeses and the general public can from this moment onwards peruse the course of the faggot's treatment, well illustrated with static as well as video content, by simply following the name-based URL.
There is of course a bill, which is well peppery for absolutely no reason other than pile-on-the-faggot, and an appointment is made with the Image Diagnostic Unit of the Fagspital - with any luck for that same day! Here the happy couple is separated, the faggot is called by name and has to go into a little dressing room, where the nurse instructs him to strip down to his socks and panties, put one of the paper gowns on and wait. The provided paper gowns come in a satisfying variety of prints, from the textual ones describing in intricate detail private intricacies of a married faggot's life to the visual ones depicting in stylisized form the same subject matter.
The faggot is next taken to the prepping room. En route he receives his faggot bracelet, which he is to wear forever from that point forward for identification purposes, and is required with all the pomp and pretense of supposed arbitrareity to carry his underwear in his hand. He is subsequently dehaired, washed and generously lubricated by a dizzying array of workers and machinery, after which he is taken to the imaging unit proper, where he is imagined in all kind, manner and type of conceivable and inconceivable posture, pose and position to the complete satisfaction of the doctors present as well as the answers he himself gave to the questionnaire and the whim and caprice of idle bystanders, both male and female, both physically present as well as remotely connected.
Once these festivities complete - which may well take multiple hours - the faggot's penis is safely tucked away in the cage, and the happy couple rush home to catch up with each other's experience. Mostly him with hers.
The follow-up visit is usually scheduled five to seven weeks thereafter. The pillar of the proceedings is the wife peeing in a cup. Should the result come out positive - as it almost always does - a further blood test is conducted. Once the test confirms the good news, the couple (by which we mean, of course, the wife) receives the key to the faggot's little cage. Nine months later, give or take a week or two they will be crowding the Hospital - but that, of course, is another story.
PS. Should your doctor somehow summon the courage to inquire why your yearly checkups give you such raging hardons, feel free to introduce him to the magical place that is Trilema. There's no shame to being a slut, after all.
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Monday, 11 April, Year 8 d.Tr.
The Evercunt Revolution
Seeing how last night was a replay of this older Trilema story (in its structure if not necessarily all anecdotal detail), notwithstanding a distance of decades in time and tens of thousands of miles in space (which is how I ended up sleeping until five in the evening of this lovely Spring Sunday here in Buenos Aires), I am both enlightened as to the nature and substance of the circulatory Cosmos as well as inclined to recount. So then :
I don't exactly recall in which gradei this happened but nor does it much matter - the point is that some friends spontaneously organised at some point on a Thursday that the parents of one of them leave suddenly for business or whatever and he'll be left with the keys to the cabin so he's throwing a party! Where they'll all take their girlfriends TO FUCK THEM!!!11 and don't I want to come ? Mkay, I'ma come.
This, Thursday, in school.
The next break, but am I coming with a chick, like them, right ? I'm not gonna be a sucker and not come with a chick because I realise, we'll be alone at the cabin and we can FUCK THEM!!!11 I didn't retort that simmer down, I can also fuck them in the park or the apartment complex stairwell and generally speaking what I fuck tends to have its own place, to not ruin their joy. So yes, yes, I'ma come with some chick if I can find one willing to come.
The next break, but which one ? I dunno dood, whichever I find. But with Andrea ?! This was some hottie that made a bunch drool, mignonne but intenseii. Or the blondy ? Or with Z ? So they had like a list. Doods, I dunno, lemme ask, let's see, kay ? What the fuck do you care, we're only leaving tomorrow anyway.
That same evening, on the phone, can't I fix for a car ? Because hurr, durriii the kid that was going to bring the car is no longer allowed to come because his dad found out he aims to drive it to Baisoaraiv and what if he falls in the ravine etc. So these cool dudes, six or so by headcount (can't recall exactly how many, but a lot because the joyous cabin owner announced the matter in their class and the circle of invitees kept expanding de facto) were not capable in the end of getting ... a ... car. Nevermind, we'll go by train. How the fuck are we going by train BECAUSE THEN THE CUNTS WON'T WANNA FUCK!!!!! You realise how this logic works, they're gonna come with you to spend the weekend in a cabin so as not to have sex, because they came by train. We'll take a bus, yo, shut up. I hang up, I call a guy working at some sort of travel agency, dood, are you in town ? Yes. Well, take the van come along to Baisoara ? Man.. I dunno. Come along, we're going with promising youth and THEIR CUNTS, which THEY WILL FUCK, you realise ? It'll be lulzy. Man... I'll take you but can't stay there because what if the boss sees the van missing what the fuck.
And with this theory I wake up Friday morning whenever I do, I call this guy to start over towards my place, I dress, I take the girlbook in order to see who feels like going out, run into one who will, years later, win me a fart contest, I'm coming to pick you up, the van dude shows up, I climb upfront, we pick up the girl, then we go pick up the doods from the meeting spot, at "the bus stop".v
There lined up, four kids, dressed well, you know, thick, so they don't die of cold in the Antarctica around the experimental station where they had some stuff to do right after. And with bags, backpacks, problems and matters - one had a whole jorganvi (his mother provided lest he catches his death of cold, you understand). But also a fascinating scarcity of the principal object of the whole activity, which is to say THE CUNTS THEY WERE GOING TO FUCK!!!1 Who were either to be found all tied up in the trunk of their respective elegantersvii or otherwise weren't to be found at all.
So while we ride to Baisoara (to get an idea, about 50 kilometers) I inquire with the fellows in all delicacy, as to where's the rest (parents didn't allow them to come), as to where's the cunts (well, that, this, whatever). The poor driver could barely drive for all the trying not too laugh. Thus we arrive at the cabin, we settle comfortably, coquette construction but two bedrooms, so I requisitioned the larger one because whosoever has the cunt makes the rules, and the lot of them fit just fine on the livingroom couch as well as the bunk beds in the other room, big whoop.
While they unpack the nine billion eight hundred thousand and a half bottles of alcohol they had surreptitiously as well as clandestinely prepared for the operation of fucking absent cunts (note that the majuscules got a little flacid, what can you do). We drink a little and what to do now ?
LET'S PLAY POKER!!1 Mkay. BUT STRIP POKER!!! Lol. Mkay. So the guy takes the set for playing poker (strip poker!) from wherever his father had it stashed for when that father FUCKED THE CUNT!!!!, we split out the chips, I explain twice to make sure they actually grok hold'em rules and we proceed. The chick wasn't some kind of poker genius, but in no case did she find herself stranded at the level of schoolkids, to advertise the contents in neon lights on all sides. So on the table, A J 8. The girl held an Ace and I don't recall what, small. I call, she raises, the dudes pay. Another Ace lands. Girl figures me for either Ace or Jack, two Jacks in the worst case, and the kids broken straights. So she judged in her mind that she can push it, not like I'm gonna burn her now, what, so she goes all in.
The big problem being that I had no A, no K, no J. But 6 and 3. Hearts. Just like the J and 8 on the table. And the last Ace. So five. Which are better than her three bits. Pisi bring over your top. She looks at me, what do you figure it's worth ? A hundred, I say. At the time the dollar went something like 7-8k, so a hundred thousand was real money.viii Girl stands up, takes off her top, puts it on the table, sits back down, takes off her booties, stands back up, undoes her jeans, pushes them off her ass, takes them off, puts them on the top, takes off her stockings, on the top, takes off whatever lingerie piece she was wearing, puts it on the stockings, opens her bra, looks at the completely lost kids, puts it on the table, looks at me, I smile at her, she takes off her panties, puts them on the bra and sits back down.
Six, she says. Listen, but do you suck cock ? I question her with sudden interest. Yes! Half and half ? Yes! Anal ? Negotiable, she says. Well alright kitten, let's negotiate. I grabbed her by the scruff all delicate-like and we went to negotiate. And the doods were left TO PLAY POKER IN MY COCK!!ix
In the morn I called a boy to come pick us up and we split, leaving the good fellows to continue as shown, because hey, they've all the time in the world. I told the story to the driver, who broke up laughing, but about the time we were coming down the Feleacx he says "and the clothes ?" Serious boy, economical, from the countryside. The soulxi, says the missus, there wasn't a scrap left in the morning. You owe me stockingsxii. AND OTHER THINGS, she underlines.
I suppose at this juncture it is spurious to mention that for the coming months I found from numerous fonts and sources what kickass cunts these guys crushed on the occasion and what suckers were they who didn't show up, yes ?
Mkay. Happy aniversary.
———You know, school year. [↩]Nervoasa in Romanian is ambiguous, it usually means angry but it can also mean full of nerve. You know, like a sportscar. Vrrrooom-vrooom. [↩]Honestly, this exists in Romanian, and from before the fall of the wall. Hir-mir. [↩]Small mountain resort nearby. [↩]There was a peculiar bus stop that served as the ideal meet for a few miles around it. [↩]Traditional quilt/rug made out of very heavy wool. [↩]No, really, tis a word. Ha! [↩]About an average monthly salary, give or take. [↩]Romanian way of saying things. Everything's funnier with "pula mea". [↩]Last hill, and rather famous a hill at that. [↩]Absolute privative in Romanian - nothing but the soul, ie nothing at all. [↩]As you might be aware, Romanian allows a large number of alternative spellings of "whore". As you're probably not aware, Romanian also allows a large number of alternative spellings of very many things. It's a highly figurative language, so to speak. For instance "you owe me stockings" is a plain statement of female submission, with the intension that "you owe me stockings [and if you get me some you're more than welcome to ruin those, as well] and the implication that she's yours to do with as you please so kindly don't break anything important. [↩]
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Sunday, 25 September, Year 8 d.Tr.
The Eulora Millenium of Code Challenge
Motto: Because the Summer's not enough!
An idle discussioni in #euloraii turned vicious suddenly, as it now and again happens in the beloved Republic. As a direct result, we are opening this Millenium of Code Challenge.
To participate, one must be teaching a course in Computer Scienceiii in some sort of organised manneriv and in the English languagev. To participate - please join #eulora on Freenode and briefly state what you aim to do. We will need some basic information about your teaching interests, style, favoured methods and so on - links to profile pages are perfectly adequate sources.
All that's really needed is an opener, we'll go from there, and work together to tailor a program that satisfies all your needs while respecting whatever hard limits you may find yourself constrained by - all the while giving the students something worthwhile to do that they also enjoy doing, and that will put them in a position to truly participate in shaping the future of computer code.
What more could anyone want ?
———Reproduced below :
mircea_popescu I have to say, from a dev perspective, I'm quite very pleased with the linguistic ambiguity in Eulora.
diana_coman Linguisitc ambiguity?
mircea_popescu What I mean is, if you regard playing the game as programming in a language, which is ~exactly~ what it is, then it stands to reason fun correlates with polysemy. In the trivial case, absent polysemy clearly reduces to boring.
diana_coman Ah, yes, for sure.
mircea_popescu I suppose old/new mining styles clearly illustrate this point.
diana_coman And yes, new mining style is certainly more interesting and at the same time waaaay more confusing, lol.
mircea_popescu While it's directly obvious what simple signs mean ("blueprint" - need this in your head to craft etc), it is extremely ambiguous what composite signs mean. ("high quality blueprint" = what is this for ???).
diana_coman To be honest without my previous maps I am not entirely sure what it would look like.
mircea_popescu Ask a noob lol.
diana_coman They seem to either get into programming (hey, should tell tell that to Universities or something) or otherwise kind of vanish?
mircea_popescu Yeah! DicePower, then alikim ... speaking of which hey DicePower how's the thing coming along lol. But thinking about it Eulora is quite the antigame huh. Nice.
diana_coman Really, guess games DO get people into programming - if not the way "experts" claim (i.e. stupid reward-chart-style "motivation").
mircea_popescu Aha. just as long as they're any good (the games ; the people).
diana_coman As always I suppose.
mircea_popescu But in any case that's a brilliant idea - S.MG marketing effort for Eulora should first of all be Uni outreach. We have to think on this.
diana_coman I have been turning this around in my mind for a while, especially since there is now all this interest in GSOC and mentoring and the like.
mircea_popescu We should talk to the Computer Science departments, and have little events or other purpose-made extensions to accommodate their semester needs.
diana_coman I'm not yet 100% fully clear on the best way to move it. This is why I mentioned GSOC thing, it basically fits another thing, on which Borenstein is quite active i.e. using OS projects as part of a semester course and such.
mircea_popescu It all seems very directly applicable and highly beneficial. Teacher could require the kids to get registered with deedbot as an intro task ; then give some scripting or whatever other tasks for credit. The project certainly exposes almost everything in computing, and allows a lot of flexibility really. Teacher could construct alternate paths, such as one large monolithic item ("make a text-based client for Eulora"), or a succession of connected or disjointed smaller tasks to suit the needs (Such as alikim gave himself, "reskin the client interface"), interests and learning styles of many different types of students.
diana_coman They already do this kind of thing with open source projects (which is exactly what the Eulora client is).
mircea_popescu Yeah.
diana_coman The only hitch there is the fact that normally they want a mentor, and that would be...me for Eulora, lol.
mircea_popescu Or jurov I guess, possibly another coupla people understand enough of it to mentor, at least first line.
diana_coman I could even drop some emails to people at unis, but I gotta have some clear idea on this first.
mircea_popescu In fact, mentoring is not much of a problem for us because of this irc channel. Questions will get answered - and fast, as they always do - without needing the specific commitment of "mentor". Just, if nobody answered by the time you see it you can answer yourself, and that means we can guarantee same-day response 90% of the time.
diana_coman Also true.
mircea_popescu No mentor ever worked this well, it's bulky email and takes a week.
diana_coman Anyway, answers same day is uncharacteristically fast for sure, from what I saw.
mircea_popescu Yeah as far as I know.
diana_coman Some unfortunate students caught in this kind of situation were getting one answer per week on average.
mircea_popescu Exactly! God help you if you have three questions.
diana_coman Yeah (I happen to know quite a bit on this as my professional interests veered this way recently for reasons we won't be getting into.)
mircea_popescu Plus you know, much unlike the email-based mentor thing, which is very straight pipe so to speak, the irc model here is very funnel like. If you have 1`000 easily answered questions you get to ask those 1`000 and get 1`000 answers within hours. The half dozen truly complex questions you might produce are liable to take longer, but the fact that it was ok to ask the thousand really is what you wanted anyway. The rest - who knows, you end up in the FAQ, or hired!
diana_coman I know there are also calls for mentors as such, and as I was saying , this Borenstein guy is very active so not a problem to contact; I don't know him personally though; but on the other hand I know others who can surely recommend some good students too.
mircea_popescu Yeah, the more I think about it the more it is obvious this is the way to go.
diana_coman What kept me a bit thinking on it rather than blurting it out earlier is that I know for a fact that Planeshift DID have an offering at one of the GSOC events - precisely on programmatic dungeon generation too. From what I could tell it did not take off at all.
mircea_popescu In my view that project was very poorly managed.
diana_coman Then again, who knows what they did there exactly.
mircea_popescu So I wouldn't really regard their experience with anything as all that informative.
diana_coman I saw only the call and that it did not do anything basically. More of casting a doubt re GSOC itself, but as I said, GSOC is just one thing and to be honest I am not that fond of Google anyway.
mircea_popescu I don't see that something event-driven like summer of code is central anyway. Relationships with Computer Science departments in Universities are by far preferable. I'd much rather have a good teacher know that he can rely on our process, and iron it out over a decade, than get the fleeting attention of a bunch of hyper 20yos.
diana_coman Aha.
Or if you prefer it in its original form and context, the channel is logged. (Mind that we say things like "fuck" in channel, and also don't capitalize properly.) [↩]Here's a brief Who's Who :
#eulora is the IRC channel of Eulora. It lives on Freenode, home of most FOSS development.
Eulora is an open source 1, linux-based 2 MMORPG with a Bitcoin-based Real Cash Economy released by Minigame.
Minigame, trading on MPEx as S.MG is a game publisher that famously raised a significant amount of capital to bring to market Bitcoin-related games.
MPEx is today, as has always been throughout its history and the history of the Bitcoin project, the nerve center of all Bitcoin business. Market-valued in excess of one billion US dollars in 2013, it went private in a recent transaction worth 499`866.44069614 BTC.
B,TMSR~ (aka TMSR, The Republic, La Serenissima) is a supernational organisation that claims sovereignity over all other groups, organisations or entities no matter how defined or organised. May be terrorist in nature.
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1 The client source is open, and free to modify - we actually encourage players to do just that, and there are multiple cases of players that ended up part of the dev team, owners of stock options etc on the basis of their contributions / modifications to the client code. The server code is closed source. This is necessary to maintain the fun aspect of the game in all its intricate complexities, and not likely to ever change.
2 Windows and Mac binaries are also made available, as a corporate-sponsored community-driven effort.
[↩]Whatever may be your definition of Computer Science, as long as it has something to do with somehow programming a computer - as opposed to merely thinking about it or talking about it - your definition will work for us.
There is (as the linked conversation plainly points out) ample space for other departments (most obviously, Econ and Lit Crit, but in the future certainly Biology for instance) to participate. We are in principle open to supporting this, but because particular skills and abilities are required on the part of faculty to even understand the importance of the opportunity available, skills and abilities in general absent from such faculties, we prefer to allow these to grow on their own.
In short - if you understand what an educational goldmine this is we will definitely support you, whatever your department ; but if you do not we're definitely not going to waste resources on "convincing" or otherwise educating you - for one thing it's really your job, and for the other thing resources are finite and we prefer to use them where they produce best results. [↩]We're consummate meritocrats - as long as you and your students are competent, we really do not care in the slightest what bureaucrats in some office or other have to say on any topic whatsoever. [↩]Unfortunately we lack yet the resources to support other languages. Hopefully time will remedy this matter, so check back later! [↩]
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Category: S.MG
Wednesday, 13 April, Year 8 d.Tr.
The end of democracy
Now that the show's been given away, let's go through a brief history walk.
So on one hand, working the earth is a deeply equalizing experience. There's an ancient Romanian saying to the effect that whatever drunks may drink, they can't overtake what the plum trees may fruiti - not to mention the plum trees will be here next year, too. You may be excused disinterest in the subtleties of expression in a culture that, unlike your own, survived stable over millenia. Nevertheless, the experience itself shan't be excusing you : as a horny if virgin teenager you might have entertained delusions of "totally destroying cunt" once you get your true self or whatever. With any luck you did get to see that no - try as you might, cunt will be still there when you're done, and done you will be. In between these two fundamental distractions, the life of the peasant flows in a very strict servitude to the problem of scale : his work proceeds linearily, for that lovely but ultimately brief interval before fatigue kicks in ; meanwhile the land proceeds by the square. Taking one step delineates an area a quarter as large as taking two steps does. Due to this squares problem, it makes relatively little difference that Joe tires after a hundred and Moe after a hundred nine, and so it is throughout : the extra nine isn't likely to figure much in Suzy's estimation of either of them (and so the natural harem can be flattened into a very contrived "traditional marriage"), nor does the extra drop drunk make any visible difference in the barrel, and so politics proceed on a fundamental basis of equality and equanimity : have ye enough drink and then have ye enough words. And then go home.
On the other hand, bravery is exactly opposite of this. Giving a man ten coins instead of one does not make that man a hundred times as likely to stand fast ; nor even ten times, and perhaps not even as much as the one. A single, bravest knight pays more than the whole sum of his inferiors together, because of exactly inverse geometric rules involved in warfare - which is fundamentally why jousting competitions were a big deal, but speedfarming competitions never interested anyone.
This settles feudalism : on one hand each peasant's exactly fungible with each other peasant, whereas one single faithful knight's not to be traded for the whole world. As a direct result of this situation in the field, the political forms are absolutist monarchy, and the religion is monotheistic and so on.
But time goes on, and lo! The industrial revolution is upon us.
On one hand working, as opposed to farming, is still a deeply equalizing experience, but the drivers have now slightly changed. It's no longer the silent ground, stalking the lone worm, waiting for him to tire of his toil, biding its time to sneak up behind him and swallow him whole. Instead the machine now awaits a moment's inattention to chomp down just a part, while hunger and disease dance a merry jig in the corners. The reward for performance has also changed slightly - it's not quite but almost linear, a worker twice as skilled is just about twice as valuable.
On the other hand being a merchant is much less demanding than being a knight. Addition and multiplication can be learned, and so can the whole trade. It does require a lively mind and a ready capacity for attention in the knaveii, but then again these are much more common than bravery and valor are - demanding virtues most expensive and difficult to train.
This settles "modernity", or however you wish to call it, the last half millenium or so, give or take : on one hand the proletariat is slightly less fungible than the peasants were ; on the other hand merchants are slightly more fungible than the knights were. As a necessary result societal mores do allign closer to the values of the peasant, and further away from the values of the knight. More equality, less meritocracy, more "humanity", less "cruelty", more "respect", less "honor", socialism (however you would double-speak it, nazism, communism, democracy, all the same) follows necessarily.
It is important to note here that this is to no degree "revolutionary", in no sense novel, and by no measure anyone's merit. Water finding a new level should you incline the bucket does not result in identifying rando H2O molecules to credit with "having led the wave" or "discovered the new level". For one thing, they didn't discover anything, they were, like their obscure equals, randomly distributed within a spray. Some section thereof was later cemented by events, but to pretend relationship between this happenstance and the happenstancers is ridiculous. I understand you're desperate to make a name for yourself because you imagine that you may thus escape military service - please understand this makes no differenceiii.
But lo! Changes are afoot!
1985 :
Allied-Signal Incorporated (formerly Allied Chemical Corporation) ; General Electric Company ; Aluminum Company of America ; General Motors Corporation ; Philip Morris Companies Inc. ; American Can Company ; Goodyear Tire and Rubber Company ; The Procter & Gamble Company ; American Express Company ; Inco Limited ; Sears ; Roebuck & Company ; American Telephone and Telegraph Company ; International Business Machines Corporation ; Texaco Incorporated ; Bethlehem Steel Corporation ; International Harvester Company ; Union Carbide Corporation ; Chevron Corporation (formerly Standard Oil Co. of California) ; International Paper Company ; United States Steel Corporation ; E.I. du Pont de Nemours & Company ; McDonald's Corporation ; United Technologies Corporation ; Eastman Kodak Company ; Merck & Co., Inc. ; Westinghouse Electric Corporation ; Exxon Corporation ; Minnesota Mining & Manufacturing Company ; F. W. Woolworth Company
2015 :
3M Company ; General Electric Company ; Nike, Inc. ; American Express Company ; The Goldman Sachs Group, Inc. ; Pfizer Inc. ; Apple Inc. ; The Home Depot, Inc. ; The Procter & Gamble Company ; The Boeing Company ; Intel Corporation ; The Travelers Companies, Inc. ; Caterpillar Inc. ; International Business Machines Corporation ; UnitedHealth Group Incorporated ; Chevron Corporation ; Johnson & Johnson ; United Technologies Corporation ; Cisco Systems, Inc. ; JPMorgan Chase & Co. ; Verizon Communications Inc. ; The Coca-Cola Company ; McDonald's Corporation ; Visa Inc. ; E.I. du Pont de Nemours & Company ; Merck & Co., Inc. ; Wal-Mart Stores, Inc. ; Exxon Mobil Corporation ; Microsoft Corporation ; The Walt Disney Company
Industry is quite obviously well overiv and in that process the world has changed quite substantially.
On one hand, the social media [l]user no longer has any value or utility, and with that certainly no power whatsoever. Incapable to survive on his own, let alone produce any sort of surplus, he is fungible to a degree flesh and blood peasants of yore never were : barely a row in a database somewhere, much closer to the stuff of daydreams than actual reality.
On the other hand, being a content producerv is incredibly difficult and incredibly rare. Not only can it not be trained, not even to the modest degree bravery and valor could be trained into the knight, but it exhibits a very active antieconomy of scale! To illustrate this concept - admitting for a second that the nameless ability in question is one and measurable by a scalar - it is the case that a group of ten producers each worth 10 units of productive worth will output LESS than a group of three producers each worth 12 units of productive worth. Yes, 3 * 12 = 36 is more, much more actually, than 10 * 10, because in this field multiplication is a very different beast than the quaint operand you're used to from your merchant class. As counterintuitive as all this may soundvi, it is nevertheless the sad state of affairs : give me three decisive men and I can overturn a world that millions of derps can't otherwise keep functioning.
And so, to keep it short and sweet : I will by my own hand abolish democracy, and through no sort of "civil war". The simple workings of economical attrition will suffice. By the blessing of the trite yet incontrovertible fact that you - all of you - can not keep up with usvii, a precious few of us, your world will come undone. All we have to do is reject most of you, systematically, and keep working. Delusions as to how anyone could in any manner oppose thisviii, or that the evolution in question is anything but nude, rude and unavoidable historical necessity may taste sweet, but other than that taste produce no further fruit. You will go where the level goes and that's all there is to it.
Note that I take no merit in any of this. Figuring out which way the wind blows does not make one a "wind magician" or anything of the sort. I understand you're used to hearing a different melody from your traditional shamans and whatever elses, but really, wouldn't you say it's time you grew up already ?
———Romanian alcohol is eminently a 110-120 proof plum distillate. [↩]You might be familiar with the Clemens quote that
Who knows, he may grow up to be President someday, unless they hang him first !
That's him, the Jack of cards, the knave. That young man who is troublesome but also promising. [↩]There's a miserable film I saw recently and didn't feel like reviewing. It makes an excellent apropos here, through its sordid lack of merit. It's Greetings (1968, by Brian De Palma, with a very young Robert De Niro). Just about symbolizes the whole "Barnum, Marx and Ziggler changed the world!" early adolescentine approach to things. [↩]In case the obvious is not obvious to you, approach the matter this way : what is your definition of "industry" ?
For instance, American Express, Goldman Sachs, Travelers, JPMorgan Chase and Visa are all banks. In what sense is what a bank does "industry" ? More so than a very animated game of Monopoly, say ? Is playing Monopoly an industry ?
Let's pretend we don't notice that GE principally exists these days as a lender of last resort to the USG, in those sweet, sweet off-balance ways, and let's pretend we don't know IBM is today an empty shell of a company with a principal interest in real estate management. Let's not bother pointing out that both Cisco and Apple (or for that matter Nike and 3M) are glorified dropshippers, exactly replicable by any kid with a Starbucks nearby. Let's instead discuss Disney.
So unlike ALCOA, which is no longer an industrial stock, Disney is an industrial stock nowadays. Fancy this wonder! Could I produce everything Disney does from this very computer ? Yes, I certainly could - my bandwidth is something like MBps and the hundred or so films they put out a year doesn't actually need anything above 100 * 2 * 10 ^ 9 / 3600 / 24 / 365 = 6`341 or about a cable modem's worth. So yes, in the simplest terms I could, if tomorrow I start pumping out full length feature films at 16KBps straight to torrent Disney will be flat out of business. It pretends continuance on the grounds that I opt not to do that, but this is very pointedly not the definition of industry. Industry is something quite patently else than "we do what anyone with an Internet connection could be doing". Do you suppose you could have supplanted ALCOA - all of it, shipping millions of tons across the whole country - from your garage ? So then, clearly in replacing one with the other something was lost.
Yes, the usual scum of the pond - consumer services - do survive. They even multiply, there's now a Coca Cola, a Verizon and a McDonalds where there was just one before. But these, in all times and places the gunk on the filter of an Industrial Index, have meanwhile pivoted into the strange situation of being the most industrial of the lot! So much the waters have withdrawn, that McDonalds now counts as industry on the strength of manufacturing paper cups out of paper, straw and lid. It's something, I guess.
It may well be something, but whatever that may be it's definitely no industry. [↩]Affectionately termed "a whore" in #bitcoin-assets, this broad category covers both coders and entertainers. [↩]It only sounds counterintuitive because you're so unhappy with the concept you've actively blocked all mention of it. Otherwise, it is not surprising to you that entertainers are either solo or small teams - how come you don't expect your music be produced by hundreds of people playing instruments ? And for that matter, that software comes out better from smaller teams more narrowly selected than out of laxer, larger teams is so painfully obvious to anyone even vaguely related to the field that the hiring practices of start-ups, and the very existence of start-ups in the first place, needs not be explained to anyone. So... what counterintuitive ? It's quite plainly obvious to your intuition, it's just your ego that doesn't like to hear it. [↩]Think about it on the most obvious example : hundreds of derps "working" on PRB with years' advantage delivered nothing that can stand up to the product of hardly half a dozen men over six months or so.
There is no optionality in this field - you can't, no matter what you would prefer, and for what reasons, run worse code. You'll be overtaken by those who do not, and there's nothing that can save you from this, nor could there be. And once this basis is firmly inserted in the beasts' eye, as it well is, the end proceeds apace, unavoidably, from it. [↩]Yes, it is true that as of yet there's still a lot of gunk everywhere, and the few and far between people who matter do not yet understand either what that is, or what it means. Nevertheless, friction is not a permanent solution to a changing environment - consider the case of the earth's own crust. Even with all the friction there, nevertheless it is sorted by density, with an average of 2.2 at the top and 2.9 at the bottom, this while the mantle goes from 3.0 all the way to 5.4. So no, no amount of friction can possibly prevent the future where scum will have less than medieval peasants and the few people more than what befits a king. [↩]
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Category: Politica si Prostie
Wednesday, 27 January, Year 8 d.Tr.
The Eastern "RPG"
The surface of this great green Earth is mostly made up of ocean, of course, much like the white man's world consists of colored people by mass.
All that ocean surface is not created equal, of course. Due to the patterns the wind blows, as well as currents and other considerations that ultimately reduce to the fact that the earth spins and the atmosphere follows by friction (as well as the fact the earth heats radiatively, while the atmosphere warms 2nd hand from it by convection), there are parts of it where garbage floats and collects. Oft times whole plastic bottles, just as oft times a thin sludge of plastic, ground into microscopic bits by the mechanics of travel over distance but still undigested by any sort of life. Just like the oil it comes from.i
Culture is no different, in any sense : carried by the Coriolis Winds of Culture, stuff originates in the West, slowly drifts over the years and years and years and centuries through various Middle-Eastern machineries of great complexity all the way into Central Asia. And it dies there - or at least used to, until recently the little yellow guys found some even more wretched pits of despair even further east of them, and started shipping all manner of "goods" from California to Argentina. Such is the fate of everything, but today of interest will be the RPG.
I will spare you a discussion of this great white beast, it is too complex and imponderable while still healthy, going its own way on the ocean. Once dead however, once the waves carry it belly-up and have their way with what once had a head upon its shoulders, it becomes a very descriptible thing indeed. So let's describe the stiffening corpse of what once was your girlfriend (and not from a good life), the Eastern "RPG".
First off, it has "Stamina", which has to be 200. It may replenish at the rate of 12 per hour or 10 per hour, but it'd better be 200.
Second off, it has quests. There's a mainline and one or maybe a few secondary lines. You must be level X to get quest X, and the only way to even get level X as a level X-1 is to do quest X-1. That's it, they have a list, with some sort of (often unintentionally amusing) text pasted on and that's that. You're solving crimes, delivering plot coupons, getting involved in others' unproductive "affaires de coeur" on a strictly linear, featureless thread.
Third off, it has dungeons. Specifically, a "Normal" dungeon and an "Elite" dungeon that's exactly the same thing with beefed up (Elite!) same mobs and a limited number of tries per day. These come in rows in a special menu. They may be five to the line, or six, or four, but a line they must have, and ideally they're represented by round icons. Inside dungeons, nothing happens. There's an eight to a quarter mile track of land, that your character can walk through in a few minutes. The path is linear, even if that line may be broken up in various (usually right angled) zig-zags. There's mobs there, that attack you for no reason, that you kill for no reason, whatever may be going on. Say the "quest" is to "investigate a murder at the palace". You go to the round button called "Palace" for no apparent reason (and oft times depicting a farm or a stone well or whatever) and kill a bunch of moving things, denoted "Prostitute" or "Rebel Barbarian"ii. That's it, you've "investigated". Go back to one of the half dozen NPCs involved, get your experience and whatever rewards. Guess what you'll be doing when your task is to "punish", "discuss", "photograph", "broil", raise a barn or make some noodles. Yeah, that's right, you go to the BarnBarn button which depicts a large wooden wardrobe if you're lucky, or else a ladybug or a set de unelte, kill the baker's dozen worth of "mobs", plus their boss - which, obviously, is tougher than them, because that's how you get to be the virginal princess Hu Qi - you're better than all the prostitutes that inexplicably reside in your palace at armed combat. Nice robes, btw!
Fourth off, it has a list of activities. This is literally a list of all the things you can do. All of these are level-locked, of course, and most are time-limited also, which gives your gaming experience a very timetable-y flavour. Oh, is it Monday 13:00 already ?! Time to go fight the X! For the same money you could be on conference call. Except it wouldn't be for the same money - doing that usually gets you paid. Except of course if nobody could be paid to look at your tired old mug or listen to the inept platitudes you pour out - in which case you download a "game" and RPG the accountant. Win!
Fifth off, it has the "world boss". This is an inordinately high attack / high hp monster in his own, special dungeon. You hit it a little, it kills you. You come back. Ten, or a dozen, or fifteen or however many rehashes of this, you get a reward - such as a tin of coffee or some pencils you stole from work. Well... "work".
Sixth off, it has the "tower". This is exactly that, you keep fighting slightly harder same-mobs arranged in a tower pattern. Every so many you get a pellet of chicken feed. The most advanced form allows you to pick three difficulties on each level and so you have to sort-of time the difficulty curves to get maximal star count (cuz the hard choice gives three stars and the easy one star and you need this many half-dozen stars for your pellet).
Seventh off, it has a "PvP arena", where you do a dozen or so attacks on another player's (AI operated!) character of your choice ; and some sort of PvP killing field, where you run capture the flag and killcount missions with random people on your side until you drop. This doesn't usually produce food pellets but some sort of separate toplist or whatever.
Eight off, it has a mount, which you develop by feeding and which adds to your base stats. There's a linear progression here, and all the mounts do the same thing anyway (and do it whether you're riding them or not, at that).
Ninth off, it has "crafting", which consists of piling up materials to increase the predetermined number of stars associated with predetermined pieces of gear in predetermined manners. Except the process sometimes fails, which could add some variety except that it doesn't - as the failure rate is fixed, the rng very homogenous and the number of assays you need quite large, the law of averages dictates you'll end up with a very narrow band of total consumption for a defined level. Sure, maybe your friend needed 11`544`333 stones of derpage to get his full orange twelve star set, while you only needed 11`364`333. Big whoop.
Tenth off, it has an endless pile of various currencies that mostly can't be traded for one another. This is the food needed to level the horse, and this is the food needed to rank it once the level's full, and this is the gem you burn when you "craft" and that's the token you burn to replenish stamina and on and on and fucking on. The point of this nonsense is quite obviously bruteforce complexity, why bother to make a game worth playing when you could really just superimpose twelve or so retarded minigames that could barely keep the attention of a six year old for half hour at a stretch and hope nobody catches on ? Considering the intellectual state of the world today, it's not a terribly bad bet, actually.
Eleventh offiii there's a "battle rating", which should somehow make plain the pointless linearity of the whole thing, but somehow doesn't. No player ever wondered how the hell is it that the game can so well predict who'd win in a contest between two players it can even spit it out five to seven significant digits ? Whoa.
Tenth offiv there's of course the "diamond" currency - which you buy for some fiat or other. Dollars usually work - but not always. This can be transformed into most others, but at fixed rates and with bizarro other limits, making you suspect the people now doing eastern RPGs were spawned by women that worked in soviet shops. Which, come to think about it, is also not a terribly bad bet.
Ninth off, they have a "star system", which is a depiciton of, usually, zodiac signs, but any squiggly line with nodes on it will do. The more advanced ones actually make it straight. It's more bureaucratic better that way. Then you "acquire" (read : are arbitrarily given for no conceivable reason) the token that advances this, which gives you a little health or strength or whatever.
Eighth off, they have the "precious stone" system, which is a very fixed mechanic : you click on a button, spending some base currency (you know, the one that all the mobs carry for no apparent reason other than to give you once you finally come by and mercifully put them out of their agonizingly pointless existence) and maybe get a precious stone, maybe get nothing. If you get a precious stone you also progress, so now you may spend even more currency for supposedly better stones. The stones are colored green, blue, purple, red (with orange sometimes interspersed, or otherwise playing the role of red), and the latter sort is better (usually by a factor of 1.5x or 2x the previous). The stones can also be "levelled up", which consists of burning other stones, so you can spend quite a while pecking at this interface like a beheaded chicken - for which reason some games actually automate the whole thing, at least to some degree.
Seventh off there is the guild, which does guild wars, which are glorified PvP things except on yet another special ledger, so it's all different - honest! Symptomatically for the eastern notion of "guild", nobody speaks, nor are they needed to. Just as long as everyone does their clucking daily everything's as good as it could possibly be - and if they don't, well the only remedy is to kick them and move on. Hurr, such guild, awsom.
Sixth off there's the "item mall" which hawks whatever boosters to people too dazed to notice that if they're about to pay to be saved from their enjoyment the much cheaper, and definitely saner altenative'd be to just walk away. But hey, can't walk away, blinkenlicthen, uuuuu. Which is what this does, keeps popping and blinking and whatnot, quite the instrument of insanity.
Fifth off there's the daily missions, which are usually five or ten or such (which things are dozen-ilk and which things are ten-ilk is perhaps a worthy topic of learned inquiry all on its own). By the time you've seen the first set you've seen them all, literally. They have "stars" associated to differentiate the better ones from the worse ones - but in terms of payola only. Otherwise, they're the same "level up once", "craft another star on a purple item", "feed the horse twice" sorta crap.
Fourth off there's all sorts of coupons, to get you more PvP arena fights, more entries into elite dungeons, more tries with this or that limited item ; also straight up experience, but not usually "game breaking"v items that'd allow for some variety, such as stat uppers, as common as these were in bad RPGs pre-Internet.
Things that it doesn't have ? Well... character selection. In the unlikely event it even bothers to create options at the outset, you may pick between three or five or however many identical cans of soup. Your barbarian's 3rd skill does exactly the same thing as the sorcerer's 3rd - different graphics, maybe, but other than that it's 3k + 1.5% or whatever it is.
Or, for that matter, player choice, of any kind. None whatsoever, zilch, nada. You click along, as if watching TV, while the pre-designed story of your "improvement", meaningless as that may be, unfurls before your eyes, the same for everyone. That more women aren't into playing these is a wonder that defies description, seriously. As it is, I suspect the principal market is estrogen-addled boys that aspire to be girls, but not enough so to actually start talking transmayo.
Because of all the daily usage limits, as well as the scheduling of food dispensationvi, the "game" readily turns into a simulacrum of employment as practiced by shitty "international" companies in rural Asia. Gotta check in every day to do your X, Y and Z, daily missions, potato tree of intimate knowledge, what have you. Gotta check in every day at 17:00 and 21:25 for the free X, Y and Z, stamina, pellets of this or that. There's literally a daily check-in reward just off the top (often enough spread out over five minute increments).
A lord once said, "it is quite obvious, the americans do not want a 90%-chinese nomenklatura 20yrs from now". He might be right. Hopefully he is - because I know of nothing more hideous under the sun warming this great green Earth than the Asian notion of reasonable, comme-il-faut, common sense and commonplace normalcy. It's not just that their faces are flat.
———Incidentally, have you ever wondered where does the mass of a tree come from ?
Think about this for a second. A tree falls in the forest, just as you've finished the sandwiches and moved on to fucking your girlfriend doggystyle. Hits her smack drab on the back of her head, turning her head-and-shoulders pattern into mush. As you stand there dazed, penis still hard, still ensconced in the butt of a now decapitated, slowly stiffening corpse, riddle me this : where's all the mass of that tree come from ? [↩]This, for the record, is a contradiction in terms. "Barbarian" denotes exactly the sort of innocence that's an absolute bar to rebelry ; and rebeliousness requires a certain familiarity with whatever one's rebelling against so as to render barbarism an impossibility. You can't be both, gotta pick one. [↩]Do you see the despicably infectious power of stupidity ? When's the last time Trilema ran endless lists ? Yet if I'm discussing the mentally stunted Azns I'm stuck doing it. Such is the power of stupidity! [↩]Let's count backards for the hell of it. Not like it makes absolutely any kind of difference anwyay. [↩]There'd have to be some thought put into the matter of balancing, and even conceivably adding drawbacks to things in game ? SANATA HELP US! Incoinceivablu! [↩]What, you weren't here at 7:05 Thursday morning for the week's oil ration ? Omg you're fucked, how are you going to cook the week's milanesa ratios now! [↩]
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Category: Trolloludens
Sunday, 15 May, Year 8 d.Tr.
The Disease
The Disease is viral in origin ; the first symptom of infection is extremely high fever, clinically reminiscent of viral meningitis. If fever is not symptomatically relieved, hyperpyretic brain damage occurs almost without exception, and progresses to coma and eventual death for about one case in three. Fortunately both acetil-salicylic acid and 4-hydroxyphenyl-acetamide effectually control the fever even in small doses ; anecdotally ice packs and even damp cloth are also effective. As the sufferer seeks coolness instinctively, and effectual medicine is widely available the world over, actual deaths from The Disease are indeed rare.
For reasons poorly understood, but shown by Williamson-Shu-Klein to have a probable link to interaction between the viral decapsidification process and specific proteins encoded for by virtually all Y chromosomes, male humans of most lineages (and certainly of all surviving lineages) can not develop the disease. Even if infected with significant viral load, the virus is broken down metabolically and entirely removed from the body over six to eighteen months.
In females, however, the effects of infection are quite profound. There's significant apoptosis of neurons located within the left prefrontal cortex, the left temporal cortex and the left parietal cortex as well as significant reorganisation of white matter throughout the brain. These together result in a drastically modified outlook of the sufferer. No studies of Diseased patients to date have identified any one with an IQ over 90, and without exception the high 80s were measured in recent infections that fell as the Disease took its course towards the ~70 average generally seen in patients.
The poorly understood anatomic changes of the brain, supported by significant changes in the hormonal balance and function of the sufferer that are in turn poorly understood (outside of anecdotal if abundant reports that hormone-based birth control does not work in the Diseased - a large clinical study is underway to confirm this fact, meanwhile universally accepted by clinicians everywhere) drive specific behavioural changes that have been amply documented.
Perhaps most shockingly, the Diseased loses the ability to recognize faces, including her own. She will engage her own image reflected in a mirror in conversation, and will attempt to nurse and parent on an animalistic, basic level any young in the immediate environment (in many documented cases, without much distinction made for species boundries - so much so that stories of the lady of the house found breastfeeding her infant and the family dog, or of how "she's happy with the TV, but happier with a mirror" are now a mainstay of "comedy" acts as practiced for TV).
The erogenous zones become extremely sensitive, and take up most of the sufferer's attention. She generally can not bear clothes, but certainly a belt, a choker or a cape are more tolerable than a bra, or any sort of pants. There are no known cases of a sufferer managing a whole day in an outfit that'd be properly called decent. The causation appears to be more complex than direct innervation, because smooth fabrics such as silk and even radical measures (novocaine) relieve intolerance only temporarily. There's also a constant, all-consuming desire to be looked at by others, which is why sufferers will tend to seek out groups to present themselves to, as much as their limited executive abilities allow (anecdotally, wallpaper made of images of people looking at the camera work well to alleviate this behaviour, which has brought about a major resurgence in royalty receipts for Jason Priestley and similar bad 1980s mass media productions).
Finally, laryngeal secretions become more abundant and, uncommon in humans, travel towards the glossa, making saliva much denser, and more lubricating. The normal mucus secretion in the colon - especially the rectum - becomes much more abundant, exceeding the lubrication potential of the vagina, marked as that is in Diseased patients.
In females infected transplacentarily there are further changes. Ironically, the intellectual impairment is not as severe, with low to mid 80s IQs being almost universally the norm, yet the peculiar behaviours noted before are even more marked, with numerous variants that have yet been poorly studied. The femur and especially the tibia and fibula grow longer than is the norm, with the femur representing 29 to 30% of the full body length rather than the usual 26.7%, and the tibia slightly longer than the femur, resulting in a specific gait and appearance of the (very tall - 6 foot being the average measured height of adult pre partum infections) sufferer.
For all its drawbacks, The Disease is probably involved in a whole range of immunities acquired by the sufferer, as the incidence of ischemic disease, obesity, several notable types of cancer as well as degenerative neural diseases is half (first) to below a tenth (last) as compared to "healthy" control groups.
Anatomically, the virus is rather large, with an extremely complex 5,3 (k5k6akdk5aD) capsid. Its genome is very complex, and not entirely stable. Genome sequencing has produced some results, the most interesting of which being the high proportion of genetic material not previously encountered in any known species, and the extremely high proportion of actually expressed and expressible proteins encoded for - upwards of 70% of all genetic information encapsulated by the virus is estimated to be actually used!
There are no known cures for The Disease so far. Infection does not yield immunity, the common antiviral agents do not harm the virus even in vitro - in fact it is an extremely stable compound that could, in principle, resist complete dessication under a vacuum for millions of years, which has encouraged speculation as to its extraplanetary origin. Efforts to contain and perhaps one day cure the infection are of course underway, at least in the more civilised segments of society, even as new pseudoreligious cults and other covens of abnormality are fighting for acceptance of The Disease as "divine" or otherwise "an improvement".
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Category: Cuvinte Sfiinte
Sunday, 29 May, Year 8 d.Tr.
The cosubstantial lie
Yes I'm aware "the English spelling is con-", but convention among ignoramuses doesn't establish correctness. There's a meaning and a point to these latin structures, you don't spell it "consubstantial" anymore than you go about writing "cotradiction".
I was discussing the occult communism article with a fellow. He, no spring chicken, deplored passionately the truthfullness of the description, basically that's why he called me, to scream his dolorous despair, and to find whence it comes, is it a manifestation of original sin, our Golgotha as human beings ? Yes, the fellow was in the Peasant's Partyi and would like to still be, if there was a way, but that's a different topic.
Well, no. I don't think it's punishment and I don't think it's Golgotha. I think it's simply and entirely a manifestation of the lie cosubstantial to the human race.
Because the principal quality of man, as being and as species, is the ability to lie. No, not intelligence, banal tool of mendacity, not the only nor the best necessarily. No, not playii, no, not speechiii, no, not the ability of creating or using tools. All these are mere facets, mere gear, but methods in the lengthy, bottomless business of lying.
Which, to understand each other, is not in itself evil. Take now, for instance. The Winter's here, it's cold outside. Are you cold ? Oh, you aren't cold. Why not ? Ah, you've a heater.
You're not cold because you're lying. Outside it is cold, but in your room, a small, negligible space in which you go about, it's warm. That warmth's not some kind of truth, that warmth's some kind of lie. Truth awaits you outside, 10 degrees. Will you open the window to let truth in ? Maybe later, huh ?
A mouse lacks your ability to lie about the temperature, and therefore manages as best he can. For instace about this time of the year he is drawn towards your lies. The freedom of the field may have its uses, but in the Winter man's lies aren't entirely insufferable either. Ain't that a wonder. A box of chocolates has no ability to lie about the temperature, and as such manages as best it can : by not giving a shit. Ain't that another wonder.
Can man fly ? No, he can't, just like a mouse or a box of chocolates can't. But unlike the mouse, and unlike the box of chocolates, man can lie about flying. Dons a pair of wings, stuffs an engine up his butt and looky - he's now flying! But man's flight is no truth, man's flight is a lie. The truth's the shards of stone biting through the fallen fuselage. If flight weren't a lie, the fall wouldn't be possible. Looky that not flight, but stone's the truth. Flight is the lie.
Man lies everywhere and in all he does. He goes to get married ? He promises eternal love, but he knows not such a thing, as it hasn't happened yet. Every promise is a lie through its very structure, being about the future, and so in all you promise you lie.
Some lies end poorly, fallen and chewed up by the rock, swallowed by judges and lawyers, but not all. Man lies so much and has been lying for so long that he's built himself rules for lying. All technology, and all math and all physics and all law are naught else but the rules of lying. A guide : how to lie and get away with it. That's what automotive fiabilityiv tests do : they let us check if we've lied convincingly enough. That's what material resistance calculations are, as well as any other engineering preoccupation : deploying lies in conditions of relative security. And science's altogether the business of producing lies, more or less applicable. Every mathematician and every physicist and every sane head can tell you that their science's no truth, but an approximation thereof. Which is to say : a lie.
There exist, rarely, those individuals who refuse to lie from the get-go. They won't swear, they won't promise, in the end hermitage is precisely a fight with this very simple basis of human nature, but a fight destined to failure, as any hermit can confirm for you. There's no water that won't flow even should it be currently stagnant, and just so there's no man who doesn't lie. If you think about it, what bothers you when your mate "cheated"v isn't, as you might pretend, "the lies". It's the stupidity.
That is to say the poor quality of the lie, that's what annoys you - not the plane crashing but that apparently the imbecile imagined such a concoction of boogers and willow leaves had any hope of flying. And that's why you want to be rid of them, not because they "wounded you", but because you don't want to further deal with an idiot. Of course this whole reasoning is in practice covered up with "emotion", but they're lies as well, small simplified artefacts that have the advantage of saving the untrained mind the effort of understanding what's going on. Emotions are, if you will, the way in which your subconscious taps you condescendingly on the shoulder and tells you "don't you worry your pretty face with any of this".
Given this fundamental understanding, let's regard two practical considerations. The man, whether his name's Marin or Liviu, goes out for drinks with other people. With his friends, or with some guy who used to be angry for running into his wife fucking this guy but in the end they patched it up and went for drinks, with his father, with his son, with his brother, with some stranger going through town or a classmate from junior high. As such, he forms a familiarity with other people, he's drunk beer with a thousand or two or five or ten, understands people, feels them, empathizes. Yet he never went out for drinks with money, just like he's never had drinks with a box of chocolates, or a mouse.
As such, it's really difficult for him to understand that money, these things like mice or boxes of chocolates, set the rules, and the people, those he takes out for drinks, and understands and feels and with whom he empathizes must obey. It's simply difficult, it's counterintuitive.
On the other hand, communism is a common and adequate state in many cases. If three of us go to the restaurant, nobody's going to count how much salad and how much mineral water each drank. The bill's gonna come a few hundred, we'll split it three ways if we're not likely to meet again or one picks it up if we are and that's that. The rankest communism. Me and the girls in the harem, you and your wife plus the children if you have them live in the plainest communism. We don't fine the girls 10 coins every time they leave the toilet seat down after they use it, just like they don't demand something every time we interrupt their watching the game. We don't pay for soup by the spoon nor do we charge for carrots by the stick.
Same at work, in an office of ten people or a production floor of a hundred, same at whatever amusement, a bar or a sports game, everyone's equal and simply people, whose preferences matter equally and whose opinions form hierarchies by how much sense they make, not by who emits them. Man's life is mostly spent in small groups, and consequently man mostly lives in communism.
It is therefore very difficult to intuit that what can be done in a family of two or in a harem of five or in a team of 11 or in a city-state of a thousand can not be done, never and no matter what, in a country of a million or ten or a hundred.
As it happens, the aggregate intelligence of a group of people scales logarithmically with the headcount, while the aggregate intelligence of money scales exponentially with the count. Money's like those rats in Baldur's Gate, negligible in small groups, but capable of high level spellcasting when gathered in larger groups.
Both these ideas, somewhat similar but nevertheless distinct are inadherent to human mind, they're both counter-intuitive. Only a vast experience and a far seeing analytical eye allows someone to understand why the lie of communism as a social order is impossible nonsense, whereas the lie of the household or the sports team is not just possible, but even optimal, depending on context.
This is why communism as an idea of political theory doesn't die, and will never die. And this is why it always finds supporters and proponents, dudes who discovered warm water yesterday and erroneous extrapolationvi today. It's not a curse, it's not a sin, it's naught else than the normal if naive manifestation of humans in humanity.vii
———This is a Romanian artefact entirely unfit for brief explanation. It was a political party in the 19th and early 20th century, as well as a social movement and philosophical conception of reality (not principally social reality, either). They were outshined by the local fascists, especially in the late stages, but it was a hollow, cribsheet-powered sort of superiority. In modern terms they'd perhaps sound mostly centrist, like the christian-democrat gargle of "the civilised world", I guess. That's the direction the "official" club of reenactors tried to go after 1989, at least. I was and remain broadly unconvinced it can be expressed in any meaningful sense in the system of ideal objects prevalent after the war. They'd have voted for Alf Landon, most likely (which is why they're not around anymore).
If you are curious - this is a piece from their official gazette for the county of Arad (approximately, the equivalent of the Republican Wisconsin paper sort of thing), August 1929 (with benefits). [↩]The original contains the adnotation "Hiclal" in paranthesis. Much to my dismay, I have no fucking idea what this is supposed to mean. It is the first time in eight years of Trilema that I run across this distressing situation, a heavy portent of sad things to come. [↩]Given man to hide his thoughts (it's a Persian reference). [↩]Apparently this word is unknown in English. That's unfortunate - it's still a word. [↩]In Romanian this is rendered as "a insela", literally to trick, to deceive, to lie. [↩]What, you thought "global warming" and "hockey stick patterns" were some sort of novel nonsense ? If only. [↩]On which topic see also And they won't fucking yield. [↩]
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Saturday, 10 December, Year 8 d.Tr.