Samwise rides again

I’d almost be prepared to vote for him

Daniel Hartmeier concludes the series of articles on PF Firewall management

Amazing podcast of a talk Bruce Schneier made at USC

Straight mp3

PodCast via iTms

Flyer

Google employee Steve Yegge talks about Google’s development process

“From a high level, Google’s process probably does look like chaos to someone from a more traditional software development company. As a newcomer, some of the things that leap out at you include:

- there are managers, sort of, but most of them code at least half-time, making them more like tech leads.

- developers can switch teams and/or projects any time they want, no questions asked; just say the word and the movers will show up the next day to put you in your new office with your new team.

- Google has a philosophy of not ever telling developers what to work on, and they take it pretty seriously.

- developers are strongly encouraged to spend 20% of their time (and I mean their M-F, 8-5 time, not weekends or personal time) working on whatever they want, as long as it’s not their main project.

- there aren’t very many meetings. I’d say an average developer attends perhaps 3 meetings a week, including their 1:1 with their lead.

- it’s quiet. Engineers are quietly focused on their work, as individuals or sometimes in little groups or 2 to 5.

- there aren’t Gantt charts or date-task-owner spreadsheets or any other visible project-management artifacts in evidence, not that I’ve ever seen.

- even during the relatively rare crunch periods, people still go get lunch and dinner, which are (famously) always free and tasty, and they don’t work insane hours unless they want to.”

Following on from yesterdays article on Optimising your firewall rule-set, the second article covering the testing of PF firewalls is now up.

“How I adore the lush green amour of my England
No tower blocks roar, smoke does not pour
To pollute my lush green England.
I salute my England
This subtle land
Where whispering breezes go hand in hand
With foxgloves
And the gentle down of dandelion feather
The heather pinks and purples
Streams rhyme and gurgle
Hares chase and hurdle
Across her morning moist dewy fields.
The hills and valley yield tenderly her softness and nobility
I’m a million miles from cruelty
Here in my lush green England
Floating o’er moor and lake
Impervious to trouble
It seemed nothing in this genteel land
Could burst my idyllic bubble.

So you must understand my surprise
Nay, my horror, my shock
When I found out that
The Queen sucks Nazi cock.
Yes, the Queen sucks Nazi cock.
Can you believe it

That someone so royal, so perfect
Could do something so heinous?
Your Royal Heinous, Elizabeth
The bastion of majesty
Orally caressing her husbands erectile racist penis
A right royal travesty
An unequivocal tragedy of unimaginable proportions.

Does this also mean my lush green England
Is merely a series of such abhorrent distortions
Sold as a package
To an over-eager, overseas market
Who see our history as nothing more than
Rolling hills, the Rolling Stones
And rolling red carpet?

The Queen sucks Nazi cock.
When I came to terms with it
There could be no more denial.
I stand
Stranded
A million miles away
Observing this septic isle
Saddened lonely
A solitary position
As my lush green England
Dissolves into
Chaos and division
Where an Englishman’s castle
Is the crumbling housing
On a drug-run council estate
Where the elderly live in fear
Relics of another age
Twisted by grief and rage
Bemused and broken
That they should be left to such a fate
In this lush green police state.

My England is a series of hells
Black bodies murdered in prison cells
A stark contrast to the green hills and fells
We’re force fed as our staple diet
Gorging on national identity.
I thought we were meant to be
Free citizens of democracy
Yet we sit content
And in judgement
To single out single mothers
As society’s ultimate heresy.
It seems we never stop burning witches
And this is England
My England
Where the blue-bloodied Hanoverians
Are the true blue barbarians
Who rule over this stagnation and rot
How could they not
When the head of the highest family in all the land
Our Mother Protector
Her Royal Heinous the Queen
Sucks Nazi cock.”

A classic poem by Chloe Poems.

Remember the story of the two men taken off a flight to Manchester ?

Hysterical Xenophobes present Terror on Honolulu flight !

Courtesy of our local presidential pooper plug manufacturer.

Daniel Hartmeier, original writer of OpenBSD’s PF firewall, was writing a book about PF, however publication was cancelled, so he is posting three articles based on chapters from the book online. Enjoy.

The first is available here

Woman accidently feeds an RFID based car immobiliser to dog .

Dog now has to ride in front seat of car until *ahem* nature-takes-it’s-course.

You can’t make this shit up.

Some shit just should not be allowed, dressing up or even painting cats for instance .. oh the humanity !

Toupees for babies is another …. I saw a sketch on Saturday Night Live about this and thought it was hilarious, but someone obviously thinks it’s a good idea. Ok, so there is endless possibilities for dressing children up in ways that they will find embarressing in later life.

Actually I’m considering getting a natty dread wig for my godson.